Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(46)

I laugh—not because he’s right. But because he won’t be at school tomorrow.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” An evil grin spreads across his face. “Won’t be so funny once I tell dad his son’s a faggot.” He snorts. “Christ, I should have eaten you in the womb.”

I slip a pair of gloves on as he strides toward the door. “Dad’s sleeping.”

Walking up behind him, I pull the plastic bag out of my pocket and raise it over my head. He didn’t want the milkshake I made him, so it’s on to plan B. “He said he had a long day and wanted to get some shuteye.”

When he starts to turn, I dive into action, slipping the bag over his head and then tackling him to the ground.

He writhes and thrashes, trying his hardest to get the bag off his head. Poor guy even manages to make a small tear in the first one. However, I was one step ahead and made sure to triple bag it. Can’t have him gaining leverage on me. Or worse, escaping and running to the neighbors.

I lock my legs around his waist when his flailing gets worse. “It will be more peaceful for us both if you stop struggling.”

After what feels like an eternity, his movements stop altogether.

Taking the bag off his head, I stuff it in the pocket of my hoodie, making a mental note to get rid of it on my way to Damien’s house later.

Then I haul him onto his bed since that’s where I need him to be.

A shiver goes up my spine. It’s eerie seeing your identical twin dead. Like a disturbing glimpse into the future.

Guess Mrs. Miller’s tarot cards were right after all.

Smirking, I blow a kiss to his corpse. “So long, brother. Looks like a spot just opened up after all. I’ll be sure to make the most of my time at Harvard.”





Chapter 26





Damien





Past…


A hand slithering up my thigh has me bolting up in bed.

“Cain?”

He’s hovering over me, wearing the same black hoodie and sweatpants from last night. Shaking like a goddamn leaf.

“What’s—”

I can’t even get the words out before he attacks me with his mouth and squeezes my now thickening cock through my boxers.

To say I’m surprised would be an understatement. Cain might be the instigator, but I’m the initiator when it comes to our hookups.

I can’t recall a single time he’s ever touched my junk.

He groans into my mouth, but I don’t return the sentiment. His kiss is equal parts sloppy and frantic…it’s different. Doesn’t feel right.

I pull away. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.” He tugs on my boxers and my cock springs free. “I’m just checking out the equipment under the hood.”

“Are you drunk?”

He whistles. “Damn. You’re even bigger than I am. No wonder everyone’s always on your dick.”

I quirk a brow. “High?”

“Stone cold sober.” Wrapping his hand around my length, he gives me a firm stroke. “Christ, I can’t believe I let you put this in my ass last night.”

“You didn’t.” I give him a smirk. “Just the tip.”

His eyes darken. “I liked it.” Another stroke. “I’m becoming fond of this, too.”

I eye him suspiciously. “That’s funny. Last I remember—the only part you were fond of was getting off.”

His lips twitch. “Well, a mouth’s a mouth, right?” He climbs on the bed and kneels between my legs. “And I know exactly where I want mine right now.”

Faster than I can blink, he lowers his head and swipes his tongue over my cockhead. It’s so quick that for a moment, I think I imagined it.

He looks up. “You like that?”

I press my thumb into his bottom lip. I’ve been with hundreds of girls and he’s got the nicest pair of lips I’ve ever encountered. They’re full and pouty, like two soft pillows on his face. “I’ve been wondering what these lips would feel like wrapped around me since the dance. Why don’t you show me?”

He hesitates before flicking the liquid leaking from my tip.

Fisting my dick, I hold it out to him. “I don’t like cock teasers. If you’re gonna walk into my bedroom with the intention of sucking me off, you better do it right.”

Leaning in, he takes my entire crown into his mouth.

I grin. “You’re getting warmer.”

My cock jerks as he glides down my shaft. “That feels go—”

A groan rips from my throat as he starts sucking me hard and fast. “Jesus.” His movements speed up and I clutch the nightstand. “That’s it, suck me just like that.”

His head continues bobbing up and down and gagging sounds fill the room. If I had any doubt Cain wanted my dick before, I don’t anymore.

My hand finds the back of his head, keeping him there. “Relax your mouth so I can fuck it for a little while.”

He stills, and I thrust my hips, hitting the back of his throat. “You like my dick in your mouth?” He nods, and I thrust harder, making him choke on it.

Until I can’t take it anymore.

I tug on his hair until he releases me. “I want your ass.”