Devil's Toy (Fallen Dynasty 2) - Page 19

Mr. Romantic might have to step up his game, because he’s got some competition now—I’m not even sure he deserves to be called Mr. Romantic anymore. Maybe I should tell him. He got really jealous when I mentioned the flowers—but he just thinks it’s some teenage boy that wants to get in my panties.

Who knows? Mr. Romantic might not be the first guy who gets to pull them off after all…

I flipped to the next page, but before I could read the entry, there was a sound and I heard Devlin’s voice. He was back—and he was asking Belle where I was. I put the diaries back in the box pushed the box into the stack. I wanted to continue reading more about my mother’s life, but I didn’t really want to discuss it with Devlin. The dairies felt personal—and I wasn’t ready to share them with anyone else.

“Welcome home.” I walked up behind Devlin as he was talking to Belle.

“Ah, there you are.” Devlin turned towards me with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I was checking to make sure the movers didn’t break anything.” I nodded quickly.

“I trust your heirlooms are intact?” He chuckled and put his hands on my hips.

“Yes, they’re perfect. Thank you so much.” I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m starving.” Devlin exhaled sharply and let his hands fall away from my hips. “Is dinner ready?”

“Y-Yes sir.” Belle motioned towards the dining room.

“Perfect.” Devlin took my hand.

My mother’s words were still resonating in my head as we ate dinner and made small talk. I wondered who the two men were and more importantly—which one was my father?

It was possible that neither of them was, but the timeline suggested they had to meet soon if she was going to marry him and have Georgia nine months later.

Mr. Romantic? Mr. Admirer? I guess she couldn’t write out their names if it was so scandalous…“Okay.” Devlin picked up his napkin and dropped it next to his plate after we finished our meal. “I think it’s time for us to retire to the bedroom to the evening.”

“Just like that—no romance?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Not tonight, Violet.” He pushed his chair back and stood. “Tonight, you’re simply going to submit.”

Well he’s definitely not going to be called Mr. Romantic…EightDevlinShe was shaking in anticipation as I approached her, eyes filled with dark intent and my hands forming fists at my sides. I wanted her. I wanted her on her knees, professing her desires like a good girl should.

My finger ghosted over her cupid’s bow, feeling the tender skin there and brushing against her smooth porcelain skin.

“You’re so pretty, Violet,” I muttered, and she leaned into my touch as if those words were exactly what she needed to hear. “I can’t ever get enough of looking at you…”

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered. “I want to look good for you.”

“You don’t even have to try,” I growled in response. “You’re always so fucking perfect for me, princess. Exactly what I want. What I’ve been craving all along.”

“Fuck me,” she managed, and when my eyes met hers, she looked embarrassed by her slip.

“Already begging for cock?” I asked tenderly, my fingers brushing her skin gently. “You’re so very desperate, aren’t you princess?”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back as my fingers trailed a line down her neck, over her décolletage and down between her exposed tits.

“Tell me I own you,” I ordered. “Tell me every inch of this body, every hole you have, every whisper you mutter, is for me, and for me only.”

“It’s for you,” she breathed. “Everything I do, everything I am, it’s all for you, Master.”

“I want to use you,” I told her openly. “I want to see you suffer a little. Tell me you want it, princess. Tell me you’ll give me what I want.”

“I will.” Her pupils dilated as she stared at me, her mouth open in a silent gasp as she stared into my eyes. “I’ll give you everything you want, I promise, Master.”

“Better prove that you aren’t lying, princess,” I said next. “Put your money where your mouth is.”

“How?” she asked softly. “Let me prove it to you, Dev-Master. I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

It was intoxicating, watching her slip into the submissive role she’d always meant to be in. I wanted to corrupt her, ruin her. But at the same time, a deep need to protect her reminded me I would do anything to make her feel safe and loved.

“You won’t resist me?” I asked her, and she shook her head vehemently. “Good. Then lie on your back on the bed. Spread your legs. Let me see what belongs to me.”

She obeyed instantly, crawling back on the bed.

“Panties off,” I warned her, and she gave me the smallest nod before slipping the fabric off her hips, exposing her wet pussy to my hungry eyes. “Fucking beautiful, Violet. So pretty.”

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