Page 26 of The Devil

I raise my eyebrows, signal for her to turn around with my fingers.

“You’re not shy, are you? I mean, you’ve seen me naked. You stole my dirty panties.” She leans back on her forearms and makes a point of crossing her legs ever so slowly, flashing her naked pussy before getting comfortable.

“You are a dirty little virgin, aren’t you?”

“Don’t you wish you could find out how dirty?”

“Touché.” I grin. I like this back and forth with her.

“Tit for tat, Jet. Go ahead.”

“Tit for tat, huh? You want to see?” I ask, stepping toward her, my cock starting to stiffen. “Well, have your fill, dirty Little Virgin.” I drop my towel. She blinks fast maybe surprised I did it. I grin because I see the blush creeping up her cheeks.

I step toward her and set my hands on her knees. When I push them wide, she gasps, sets her hands over mine, dropping back onto the bed as I expose her pretty, shaved little pussy.

My dick gets the wrong idea growing ever harder.

Taking my time, I let my gaze linger, seeing how the pink lips of her pussy grow slick in anticipation. I guess her cunts getting the wrong idea too.

It takes all I have to drag my gaze to hers. To not bend my head down and takes one little taste. Because fuck do I want to.

“You should be careful with that big mouth of yours, Little Virgin.”

Her breathing is ragged and I release her knees to climb up onto the bed, straddling her, my dick inches from that big mouth. I drag her arms over her head and pin them there.

She licks her lips dragging her gaze from my dick to my face.

“Because I can think of one way to better use it.”

“I…” she starts, squirming beneath me.

“But don’t worry. Like I said last night, now’s not the time.” So, I get off the bed and push her legs closed delivering a spank to her pretty little butt cheek before pulling on my briefs and walking into the closet to get dressed and also give her a minute to recover. By the time I’m back, she is sitting up, T-shirt pulled down over her knees, prim and almost proper but for that grin on her face.

“I learned a fun fact last night,” she says while I buckle my belt.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I turn my back to her, opening a drawer to swap out my watch.

Her footsteps are quiet as she comes up behind me to stand close enough that I can smell my own scent on her. “You like to read romance. Dark stuff.”

I slip the watch over my wrist and turn to face her. She’s grinning wildly, all teeth and trouble. I like it. I like seeing her like this. It’s so different to the face she wears in public.

“And I like bubble baths,” I say, tapping my pointer finger to her nose. “Now you know all my secrets.”

“Not all of them. Not the ones that matter.” She’s referring to the scars but I have no intention of telling that story just yet.

A sound chimes from inside startling Amal.

I grit my teeth. Although, saved by the bell?

“What is that?” she asks.

“Alarm. Can you guess who it’ll be?” I walk over to the panel on the wall closest to the door and punch in a code. The screen lights up and I see Cassian standing outside looking pissed as hell. “Time’s up.” I turn to her. Her face has fallen. “Better get dressed.”

She looks up at me, a heaviness over her features. I get the feeling she wants to say something but then, a moment later, she just nods, her forehead furrowing with worry.

Before she can turn away, I reach out and touch her cheek, lift her face to mine by her chin. “Do you trust me, Amal?”

“I barely know you, Jet.”