Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(55)

Cain’s not wrong. I needed to find out what made him tick…see if we were cut from the same cloth as I’d suspected.

But in order to find all that out, I had to invite him into my world and get under his skin like he’d gotten under mine.

I had to find out why my interest in him was becoming all-consuming. An unbearable itch that would kill me if I didn’t scratch it.

And once I realized why…he didn’t stand a chance in hell of escaping me. He was mine the moment I decided I wanted him to be.

Just like everyone else I’ve ever wanted. Only unlike them…Cain’s special.

However, if Cain didn’t want this, he could have stopped it before it spun out of control. Instead, he kept coming back for more.

Kept toying with me. Kept pushing my buttons.

Because he likes my attention. And he craves the things I do to his body.

He’s addicted to his pedestal. Same way I’m addicted to him.

“You can stand here and point fingers at me. You can even make yourself believe you were taken advantage of if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Taking a step forward, I close the distance between us. I smirk when I feel the growing bulge along his thigh. I haven’t even touched him and he’s already hard. “But we both know my interest wasn’t one-sided. You enjoy being my prey.” Leaning in, I lick the shell of his ear. “The only thing you didn’t like? Was the idea of sharing your pedestal with someone else. Which is why you got rid of Mrs. Miller.”

“You’re right.” The sound of his zipper lowering has my own dick hardening. “It’s no secret I’ve always had a problem sharing my toys and getting along with others.”

The bitterness in his tone is unmistakable. I want to remind him this is no longer a competition because Mrs. Miller’s already dead and I’m already his—but he presses down on my shoulder, urging me on my knees. “Now why don’t you give me something to take the edge off while I finish the rest of this conversation?”

I shake my head. “Conversation is already over.” Gripping his neck, I lean my forehead against his. “And I’m not in the mood to suck your dick.” I sink my teeth into his lower lip and slip my other hand down the back of his pants. “I want to tie you up and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”

His nostrils flare as I begin prepping him with my finger, and I can see the internal war he’s waging with himself. It’s almost cute, considering we both know I’ll be balls deep inside his ass in the next minute. He can’t resist me any more than I can resist him.

“Damien.” His voice is a low rasp, almost pleading. “Please.”

And just like that…I’m caving and dropping to my knees for him.

Cain’s out of sorts and it’s obvious he needs me. I’m willing to put my selfish needs aside momentarily and give him what he wants.

His hand goes to my head as I pull him out. “I knew you’d give in.” He groans as I proceed to tease him. “You’re so fucking obsessed you’d do anything for me, huh?”

Being submissive has never been my thing, but what’s happening in this moment is beyond that. It’s about being partners—one taking care of the other when they’re spinning out.

If Cain needs me to relinquish control in order to get some of it back so he can feel better—I’ll do it.

He groans my name when I take him in my mouth. “I bet you’d even let me fuck you if I wanted to.”

I freeze. The idea of Cain screwing me has never appealed to me before and it doesn’t now.

He strokes my cheek. “Wouldn’t you, Damien?”

I nod in agreement.

This is what happens when you meet your match. You sacrifice the things you want…or in this case, don’t want…for the things they do.

A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “I wonder what else you’d let me do?”

“Anything you want.”

I mean it. Cain needs to know we’re not rivals. We never were. We’re equals. No…more than that. We’re a team.

He’s mine and I’m his.

Taking him deeper, I go back to the task at hand. Drawing out little grunts of pleasure from Cain that go straight to my own cock.

“I’d bet you’d let me tie you up,” he rasps. “Let me make you my sex slave, fulfilling my every command because you’re so desperate for me.”

I suck him harder and he trembles, thrusting his hips into my face. “Wouldn’t you, Damien?”

Releasing him, I look up. “If that’s what you wanted.”

He yanks my shirt over my head and shakes it out before he tosses it across the room. “What I want right now is to fuck you. Take off your pants.”

“Wait,” he says when I start undoing my belt.

“What?”

His eyes darken. “I have to pee.” An evil grin spreads across his face and he runs the tip of his dick along my bottom lip. “Open.”

The organ in my chest beats so hard it hurts. I know this is nothing more than a power play. A way for Cain to see how loyal I truly am…how far I’m willing to go for him.

Not breaking eye contact, I part my lips and hold my breath. Preparing for what’s to come.

His callous laugh confuses me. “God, you’re fucking pathetic. No wonder your mother was a dope head. She needed an escape from her slow, moronic son.” He pushes my head away. “You’re so obsessed with me. So desperate for my dick…you failed to realize what was really happening between us.”