Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(51)

“Why Mrs. Miller?”

He shrugs. “The police are more likely to think someone’s guilty if they have a track record of doing shady things. Hence why they were looking at you. However, a teacher cheating on her husband with multiple students is way shadier than a teenager with drugs. Don’t you think?”

“There are plenty of corrupt people in this town,” I remind him. “I don’t see why you had to pin it on an innocent woman who gets beat on by her husband.”

Cain scowls. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in love with her and you’d rather her stay out of jail than me.”

He starts to get up, but I haul him back down. “You know I’m on your side no matter what. I’m just trying to wrap my head around what’s happening.”

Smirking, his eyes drop to my dick. “Me too.” He laps the vein on the underside of my shaft. “I’m sorry about Mrs. Miller, but it was the only way.” He shoves me so I’m lying down. “Let me make it up to you.”

My hand goes to his hair, gripping the short strands as he works me slowly, drawing out my pleasure.

Cain might be wrong for what he did, but I get it. We’re two sides of the same coin after all. That’s part of the draw between us. No one in the world will get me like he does and vice versa.

Cain throwing Mrs. Miller to the wolves was nothing personal. He needed a fall guy, and unfortunately for her, she was it. Had he told me he was going to murder his abusive father and brother, I’d have steered him toward a different target to pin it on—but that’s not how it played out.

The only thing I can do now is protect the both of us.

“They’re probably gonna want to talk to me at some point,” I say as I watch his head bob up and down. “Mind filling me in on what you said so our stories match?”

He releases me with a wet pop. “I told Detective Trejo, Mrs. Miller was sleeping with Caleb and he became obsessed with her.” He tongues my cockhead. “And when he found out she was sleeping with another student, he lost it and threatened to tell her husband.” He winks. “Thus, giving her motive.”

I look down the length of my body at him. “Did you mention the student’s name?”

“No.” His mouth drops to my balls and I suppress a groan. “But they’re probably going through her phone records as we speak, so prepare yourself to get called in.” His teeth graze my length and I hiss. “Don’t worry, though. I told the detective you and Caleb were friends and he wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at her for being a stupid whore.”

“She’s not a stupid whore. She’s just a person who doesn’t always make the right choices. She’s human.”

So is Cain.

And deep down, no matter how good we think we are…we’re all a little evil inside.

The devil was once an angel. Not the other way around.

“Look, I know you liked her, but Mrs. Miller isn’t the only woman in the world to take your mommy issues out on. There are plenty of other Mrs. Miller’s we can fuck,” he says between long sucks. “But even if there weren’t, you’ll always have me. I’ll take good care of you, Damien.” I roll my hips when the tip of his tongue finds the sensitive spot between my sac and ass. “I’ll stay perched on my pedestal looking down on you. I’ll never ignore you like she did.”

I moan his name as he continues working me to the finish line, the organ in my chest hammering like a drum.

My feelings for Cain aren’t wrong. We both might do shitty things and we’re not good people…but we’re in whatever this thing is together.

Cain’s more than someone I fuck. He’s more than my best friend.

He’s more than my fixation.

He’s the person who was meant to change my life…because he already has.





Chapter 29





Damien





Past…


I grit my teeth. “I was eighteen the first time we had sex. But even if I wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter. The age of consent in this state is seventeen. And trust me, I consented. Therefore, this little interrogation of yours is useless.”

Detective Trejo sighs. “It’s not useless. Your teacher is being charged with the murder of a student she had sexual relations with. You are also a student she had sexual relations with and most importantly, a friend of the victim. You can give us the information we need to help us understand what happened to your friend, Damien.”

My hands clench at my sides. I have Cain’s back, but it doesn’t mean I like the idea of sending Mrs. Miller further down the river. She didn’t deserve to be arrested in the middle of classes two days ago and she sure as shit doesn’t deserve to be sitting in a jail cell right now.

But it’s either her or Cain.

And I’ll always choose Cain. I’d do anything in the world for him. Including going along with his ridiculous story that frames an innocent woman for a murder she didn’t commit, but he did.

However, I’m not throwing Mrs. Miller under the bus completely. I’m going to stick to Cain’s story…but I’m going to plant some breadcrumbs of my own and steer them in another direction.

And if everything works out in the end, I’ll make someone else pay for Caleb’s murder.