Devil's Vengeance (Sydney Storm MC 3)

When he made moves to put me down, I gripped him hard. “I’m clean.”

His eyes searched mine, knowing what I was saying. Exhaling a breath, he nodded.

And then he was inside me.

Deep inside me.

Our bodies moved in perfect unison while we both chased our release. I held on tight for the ride and thanked God that he had decided to fuck me the way he always did. I loved slow and gentle, but I fucking lived for the thrill of rough sex.

Devil worked hard to bring me to orgasm before he let himself come. He held on so long that by the time he finally allowed his own release, he roared it out. His legs and back tensed as he thrust inside me one last and came.

I was drowning in bliss by then. When he’d recovered enough to speak, he tilted my face to his and said, “Jesus fucking Christ, woman, you know how to fuck.”

I smiled lazily, unable to give him much more than that. “And you have such a way with words.”

He grinned. “How are those legs of yours? You good to walk or do you need me to carry you?”

I tightened my arms around him. “You should carry me. I think you fucked my ability to stand out of me. But I need to clean up first.”

He brushed a kiss across my lips as he turned the shower off. “Okay, darlin’.”

He let me down and stepped out of the shower, leaving me to clean myself up. When I exited the bathroom, he lifted me back into his arms and carried me to his bed. Sleep was claiming me after a long day and night. I drifted off with my body wrapped around Devil’s and him whispering the dirty things he wanted to do to me. The last thing I remembered hearing was him saying, “I’m going to make you the happiest fucking woman on earth.”

20

Devil

I watched Hailee sleep from the doorway of my bedroom early the next morning. She’d woken me just after five when she rolled into me, flinging her arm over my chest and gripping her hand around my bicep. She hadn’t been awake, but it was as if she was trying desperately to hold onto me. I let her hold me for as long as she wanted, and when she shifted again about an hour later, I’d managed to extricate myself so I could take a piss.

Her fucking mother had a lot to answer for. When Hailee had turned up crying the night before, I’d wanted to simultaneously make it all better for her while going over to her mother’s and giving her a piece of my mind. I had no time for fucking parents who couldn’t love their children unconditionally.

Hailee stirred, mumbling something I couldn’t understand. Moving to the bed, I sat on the edge and ran my hand over her hair. Her beauty blew me away every fucking day. Not only her outer beauty, but also the inner glow she had. I wasn’t sure I’d ever met anyone as kind as she was. The way she cared for people and animals amazed the fuck out of me.

“Morning,” she mumbled as her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, darlin’.”

She shifted onto her side, curling her legs around me and placing her hand on my leg. “What time is it?”

Fuck, her voice was all fucking raspy from sleep, and it was waking my dick right the fuck up.

“It’s early, just after six. I wasn’t sure if you had work on today and whether you wanted to squeeze some meditation in before you went.” Fuck knew, she could probably do with some of that after the shit her mother put her through.

She blinked a couple more times before she stared wide-eyed at me. Sitting up, she climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms and legs around me. “You better be careful there, bossman, or you might just make it so that you’re stuck with me for life.”

“I have no fucking idea what I did to make you climb me like you wanna ride me, but whatever it was, you need to tell me so I can do that shit again.”

She shook her head with a devious grin. “Nope, I can’t help you out too much. If I give all the secrets away, you’ll stop working for it.”

“Right,” I said as I stood with her wrapped around me. “You need to either fuck me or climb down and let me go take care of business myself. And for the record, I don’t plan on stopping working for it anytime soon, darlin’.” I really fucking hoped she had time for sex, because my dick was so damn hard for her.

She didn’t let go, which I took as a good sign. “I have to start work at eight thirty. I can skip my meditation if you want.”

“I think we both know my answer to that.” Fuck, I was a bastard. I knew how important her meditation was to her, but damn if my cock didn’t need her more.

She moved for me to let her down. Lifting the T-shirt of mine she wore over her head, she threw it on the bed and said, “Just so you know, I’d choose your dick over meditation any day.”

Fuck, she was the right fucking woman for me.