Page 61 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

love no matter what

Jessica

“WEEEEEEEEEEEE!” I hold my hands up when Frank lands in on top of the house, wings still out and gently fluttering as I stare out at the vast estate in awe. “Wow!” I breathe out because how is this my life right now?

I glance over to Frank, but I look away because WWWHHHHAAATTTT?! I really am the protagonist in a dark college romantasy right the fuckkk nowww?! Like my boyfriend is a for real whole ass demon!

My heart rate climbs I don’t know if it’s because I have a concussion from Tek bitch ass hitting me over the head or what, but I don’t even want to question it. I just want to bask in this shit… like dead ass, I’m so fucking geeked.

“How are you feeling, Little Baby?” He kisses the top of my head and bite my lip, tummy dipping into my pussy. God, his voice is so deep right now… be still my fucking heart! I try to play it cool and smile prettily.

“I’m good, baby! I… honestly, I’m still trying to process this,” I lie, but that’s the normal answer, right? Right?

“I understand,” he tells me as he hold me tight. “I’m just glad you’re not sad, is all,” he voices still looking out at the surroundings of the house, but I frown, confused.

“Sad about what?”

“You know… you’re friend dying…” he states and I go still. Oh…

“W-well it’s not that I’m not sad, it’s just he tried to eat me…

so like yeah… fuck him,” I say in all seriousness.

I know that might sound cold, but if I’m willing to cut off my parents because they tripping about my career, I’m for damn sure not about to shed tears over a mother fucker who knocked my ass out and tried to rape and eat me. Fuck outta here with all that shit.

“Fair,” he chuckles, looking down, and I come to realize something my selfish ass hadn’t even thought about…

Frank took a life… oh my God! Here I am thinking about myself and ignoring my sweet, innocent boyfriend who just killed a man. My God, Jessica, get your act together!

He’s even trembling while holding me tight.

Shit… I go to wrap my arms around him to comfort him, but when I lift up my arms and I smell a whole ass bag of sour cream and onion chips with garlic, pickles, an Funyuns under my arms, I smack them bitches right the fuck back down.

“So I—” I don’t wanna hear any-mother-fucking thing. I want to shower! I stank!

“Frank, put me down.”

“What? Why?”

“Frank. Put. Me. the. Fuck. Down,” I grit out, widening my eyes at him but he narrows his.

“No.”

“Stop playing and put me down, now! I wanna shower! I stink!” I growl and he goes still like I just uttered the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“You smell like flowers, what are you talking about, Little Baby?” First of all… awww.

“No,I smell terrible, and I want to shower,” I groan and push out of his arms, but then I remember we’re on the roof, I chill on all that extra shit.

“Baby, please. I re—” He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence.

He just swoops down and into the house where the staff is bowing and Randolf is standing there at attention.

“Welcome home, Milord and Milady.”

“Don’t bother us,” he growls and Randolf bows and flicks a hand, dispersing the staff. Now wait just a goddamn minute! Why isn’t anyone freaking out about Demon Daddy Frank?! These lowdown, dirty bastards knew?!

“Frank, put me down. I can walk myself.” I high key love being carried like this, but whew… I feel so self-conscious right now.

“No. I like carrying you. You’re so tiny and adorable…” Me? Tiny and adorable? My five-foot-eleven damn near two hunnid pounds of solid muscle self is tiny and adorable? I feel like that Goofy meme where he’s rolling his ear. Gawrsh! How, Sway? How is he so fucking perfect!?

“Th- thank you,” I whisper, letting him carry me to the bathroom where he quickly undresses me and runs me a hot bath. I stand there, naked and feeling odd because by now, Frank would be taking off his clothes, too. So when he doesn’t, I go over to lift his shirt, but he grasps my hand.

“What are you doing, Little baby?”

“What do you mean? Aren’t we bathing together?” I cock my head because he and I always bathe and shower together, but he shakes his head.

“Not today. I really just want to dote on you, Little Baby,” he answers sweetly as he kisses my head, but I frown.

“But you’re sweaty too, and…” He lifts his hand, snapping his fingers, and instantly he’s back to normal Frank, clean, and in a fresh black tee and black joggers, looking like a whole meal. Damn… well that’s convenient.

“Don’t worry about me,” he reassures me and picks me up effortlessly, setting me in the tub and I can’t help but let out a sigh.

However, when I peek at him, I notice he winces and leans away from his side.

Wait, that’s the side the spear pierced…

is he hurt? Did it not heal like his other injuries?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask. “That spear… he poured something on it. Did it hurt you badly?”

“It only nicked me, and it’s taking more time to heal, but I’m okay,” he reassures me, kisses my head, and starts washing me. I send a curse up to Tek, even more pissed at him.

I can’t believe he would do this. When we get to football practice, I’m going to…

the thought is squashed when I quickly remember he will no longer be at football practice and if I’m honest, I feel a lump rise in my chest, but I smash that bitch down and focus on my man, who’s gritting his teeth in pain.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” I ask and he nods.

“You asked me that two minutes ago, Little Baby…” He runs the towel over my skin, soaping my arms. “And my answer still remains the same… I’m good.”

“Yeah but baby… you’re still bleeding. All the other wounds h—” He hushes me with a kiss on the lips.

“I’m okay.”

“Frank,” I whisper. “You’re hurt…” He doesn’t answer, he just smiles, but I find tears welling.

“You’re adorable when you worry, you know that? But you should stop with the tears… it’s turning me on.” He wiggles his brows and though I know he’s changing the subject, I giggle and splash water on him

“Ahhhh! I’m melting! Mmeeeeelllltttiiing.” He pretends and throw my head back, laughing.

“If you don’t cut it out! That girl was a witch, not a demon,” I cackle and he sits up, smiling.

“I know, but I made you smile, right?” He winks and my heart flutter as he takes up my foot to wash it, but his brow furrows and his gaze sharpens as he yanks my foot closer to his eyes, examining them. “What the fuck is this?”

“W-what? Shit, did I contract something in that dirty ass house?!” I gasp, sitting up and inspecting my foot, but I don’t see anything. “What? What’s the problem?!” I panic and he points to my big toe.

“My Little Baby’s nails were even! I made sure to clip them approximately 0.04 inches! Why the hell is this one 0.01 inches shorter?” he growls, and I stare, stunned.

“Uhm… he… he clipped it.” I shrug, and he balks, eyes going blood red as I watch him shift into full demon form and stand as he goes to leave, but I grab his hand.

“Wait! Where are you going?!” I call out, splashing water over the edge, standing up as he snarls.

“I didn’t kill him enough. I’m going to go see if there is anything left of him and kill him again.” What the hell is wrong with this man?

“Frank, baby…” I pull him back and wrap my wet arms around his neck, pressing my body against his and he goes still.

“Shouldn’t you be paying more attention to me?

” I purr and he snarls… like he literally snarls, but the sound softens when I brush his cheek with my fingertips.

“Look at me, Daddy,” I whisper. And he does, those red eyes looking deep into mine, making me shudder.

“ I am okay, because you saved me,” he breathes out hard through his nose.

His tail is twitching like it wants to murder something and I lick his lips, then stand on my tippy toes, placing my hand on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees.

Even though he’s WAYYYYYY stronger than me, he still goes down easy and I do the thing I’ve been wanting to do since I thought this thing was a toy. I suck it like a big ol’ dick.

“UUUUGGGNNNNNNMMMMM!” I moan and he shudders. The bright lights in the bathroom dim without anyone touching them. Fuck, having a demon boyfriend is so cool.

“Jessica…” he pants, horns gleam curling high and glowing at the tips with a faint white-red fire, and I lick that too, slurping hungrily. “Fuck,” he breathes out, his wings unfolding behind him with a snap that rattles the air, wide and beautiful, stretched taut.

His chest heaves like a furnace, every breath dragging smoke from his lungs, and his eyes, those fucking eyes . They’re red, glowing, and focused only on me.

“More,” he grunts and the hunger and desperation in his voice deepens as my pussy drips. My fingers tremble as I slide my mouth over his horn and his claws grasp the tub, cracking it.

“Mmmmuuhhhhgggg, ssssllllllluuuuurrpppp!” I moan, sucking it hard, loving the odd feel of the velvety bone in my mouth. I suck and slurp hard and I look down. “Ugnnn baby, you taste so fucking good,” I moan and he shudders, panting.

“F-fuuuucckkkk, Little Baby… you’re not scared of me?” he murmurs, running his hand up my ass, dipping his hand in my pussy.”

“No Daddy,” I run my hands through his hair and jerk off his horn, sucking it hard like my life depends on it. God, I think I’m going to get addicted to it. “No baby, I want you like this.”

“Even like this?”

“Baby, I love you in every way,” I tell him.

“Give me all off you,” I tell him as I pull my lips from his horn.

He scoops me up and carries me over to the sink, plopping me down and spreading my legs in an M shape before he goes down onto his knees and holds out his tongue and bitch! A forked tongue!!!!!

“So you’re sure you love me even like this?” He slides it over my thigh and I moan, shaking, nodding my head like the lovesick Demon Daddy girl I am.