Devil's Toy (Fallen Dynasty 2)

My spasms caused more of my Master’s lust to erupt from his cock while growls echoed in his throat. He drove himself into me again and again—long past the point that his desire was spent—because my pleasure was his focus. It was a gift I savored, because one orgasm wasn’t going to suck all of the pressure out of my body. I felt a second one building on top of the first, and then it ripped through me. My body started to shake as it subsided—I was practically numb from head to toe.

“I didn’t give you permission to come twice.” He got up and stared at me.

“Then punish me, Master.” I exhaled sharply. “Nothing you can do will make me regret that.”

“Another time, perhaps.” A slight grin formed on the edge of his lips. “It was your first time—you’ll learn.”

“Thank you.” I winced when his cock was pulled free and he crashed on the mattress beside me.

Heavenly bliss. An afterglow that left me longing—yet there was an ache—one that longed for him to be inside me again. I slid closer and Devlin wrapped his arms around me. I had been claimed—ravaged—and I knew it was only the beginning. I was going to have to give my body to him anytime he wanted it—in any way that he desired.

I may be the devil’s toy, and I won’t lose sight of why I’m here, but that doesn’t mean it has to be entirely miserable.ThreeDevlinI left my princess sleeping soundly in the bed the next morning.

I’d woken up bright and early, and I was grateful she was still asleep since I had a task I had to finish before she opened those beautiful clear eyes.

I walked down the hallway to my office, putting my shirt on and buttoning it up as I walked. Jasper spotted me as I made my way to the office, and he joined me, keeping up with my pace and not commenting on my outfit as he delivered the morning’s messages.

That’s what I liked about Jasper. He was trustworthy, and he never made what wasn’t his business a problem. It was the reason he’d become my right-hand man, and I had no intention of changing his status in the coming years.

“Any news on the house?” I asked him as I buttoned the top of my shirt and opened the door for my office.

“There have been a few offers, the realtor says,” Jasper informed me. “She’s expecting your call this morning.”

“Have you told her price isn’t an issue for me?” I questioned as I strode to my desk, sitting down on my leather office chair. “I’m willing to pay as much as she wants. But I’m going to own that place. I’m not taking a no for an answer.”

“I have told her that,” Jasper nodded, shooting me an apologetic look. “Apparently, there is another buyer who is just as determined as you are to get the property.”

“We’ll just have to see about that,” I muttered under my breath. “Thanks, Jasper.”

He nodded, taking note of my tone and leaving. He closed the office door behind him just as I picked up the phone, dialing the number of the realtor responsible for the sale of the Cabot Estate.

I wasn’t very sentimental, but even I knew how much that house and the land it sat on meant to Violet. And I wasn’t about to let it go, especially when it was being sold to pay off her father’s debts. I would be the new owner of Cabot Estate – not just because I had something to prove to both of our fathers, but because I wanted to show Violet I truly owned each and every aspect of her life. She was mine now, as well as everything that belonged to her. All fucking mine.

“Hello?” The voice on the other side of the line was chirpy and cheerful, and I mentally prepared myself for the conversation with the much too bubbly realtor who was really a predator in disguise.

Marlena Hodge didn’t care who got the house in the end. All she gave a shit about was making a quick buck that she could take to the bank.

“Hello, Mrs. Hodge,” I replied primly. “I’m calling about the Cabot Estate. My assistant Jasper tells me he’s made an offer in my name for the property.”

“He has indeed,” the woman nearly purred with happiness, obviously eager to deliver the news. “Unfortunately, your offer has been matched, and then upped to seven and a half million.”

Good news for Marlena, bad news for me.

“I will raise my offer,” I said without even hesitating. “Eight million for the Estate.”

“I’m… I’m not going to be able to accept that,” she squeaked apprehensively.

Why is she being difficult? This is money in her hand.

“Why?” I barked. “I can have the money wired to you today. It’s not going to be a problem.”