Devil's Pawn (Devil's Pawn Duet 1)

She watches me in the mirror as I roll up the sleeves of my shirt. She licks her lips, shifting on her feet as a line of arousal slides down the inside of one thigh.

But we aren’t just fucking tonight. That’s not why I brought her here.

I walk over to the trunk and open it. From inside I take out the black cloak and drape it across my shoulders, closing the clasp, letting the hood hang down my back.

“Jericho?”

I take the mask out next. It’s a copy of the one I wore that first night in the chapel, horns and all. I slip it over my face and watch her eyes track me as I return to her.

“You’re scaring me,” she says when I step behind her.

I place my hands on her ass, spread her open. I close my thumb over her asshole.

“You know if my brother and I wore mask and cloak I doubt you’d be able to tell us apart. His back is inked same as me. Did you know that?”

She shakes her head as I slide one hand to her clit and rub, pushing two fingers into her before dragging that moisture up to her other hole.

“I would know the difference,” she says, testing the strength of the lock holding the heavy wooden bar in place. “I would.”

“I wonder.”

“Are you going to share me?”

I stop, my body tensing.

“Is that why he told me?”

I watch her face as I push my finger into her ass. See her manage a sudden panic.

“Did he touch you?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Good. Then I won’t have to cut off his hands.” I shift my attention to her ass. “Do you remember what I told you the night I brought you up from the cellar?”

She exhales, her muscles tensing around the intrusion, eyes wide in the mirror.

“About Kimberly. Do you remember?” I ask, sliding my finger in and out. I undo my belt and pants and push my cock into her pussy.

She moans, arching her back.

I smile, pull my finger out of her ass, and slap her hip with the flat of my hand.

She gasps and I have her attention again.

“Focus. Do you remember?”

She nods, licks her lips. “You said not to mention her. Ever. You said… you said…”

“And yet you disrespect her memory.” I slap her ass again.

“I didn’t!”

I draw her cheeks apart, watch her pussy spread to take me.

Her eyes glaze over but after two more thrusts when my shaft is coated in her juices, I draw out and meet her eyes in the reflection of the mirror as I bring my cock to her ass.

“Oh…” She shakes her head, understanding what’s going to happen. “Please… Not there.”