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Smirking, he moves to put up another camera. I take a breath to slow my pulse and sit at the desk to go through his stuff. Chase doesn’t seem like the type to write down his evil plan though.

“What am I looking for again?” I glance at Damon.

He smiles as he checks the camera. “Something we can use against Chase. We know about the party. We know he wants you for some reason other than sex.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“We need anything we can use against him socially to drag him down.” Damon finally looks at my disgruntled frown. He smirks. “Bitter because Chase didn’t want to fuck you?”

“Honestly?” I blow out a breath. “No. I would have fucked him, but it’s not like…”

Damon grins and steps away from the wall. “Not like us?”

Heat floods me.

“We’ve got time if you want to put on a show.” Damon sets the camera and stalks toward me. He sucks the air away with every inch.

“What do you think?” He pulls me to stand, catches the back of my neck, and tips my chin up. “Want to make a porn, little devil?”

Chapter 26

EvanAnn

My mouth opens and closes. “We don’t have time to fuck around. We’ll be missed at the party if we don’t head back soon. Besides, I thought tomorrow was the big show.”

He lowers his head. “Consider this dress rehearsal.”

“Damon—”

He kisses me, cutting off my weak protest. Every time he touches me, he drives me crazy with need. And now is no exception. I thread my fingers into his hair and push up on my toes.

He lifts me onto the desk, pushing papers onto the floor without releasing my mouth.

When I part my legs, he slides his hands over my ass, drawing me in close to him so I can feel how hard he is for me. My pussy throbs with need.

“You want to get your own revenge?” He kisses down my neck and nips at my shoulder.

I drag in a breath as I try to find some control.

“I didn’t exactly dress for it.” Why did I wear jeans? I run my hands over his hips.

“Get on your knees, little devil.”

I lift my gaze to his blue eyes and slide off the desk as he backs up. I lower to my knees in front of him. My insides buzz with anticipation of what he gives me and the anxiety of getting caught. I undo his belt and jeans, pushing them down, while his fingers caress my face.

When I draw out his cock, I lift my gaze to his before leaning forward to take him in.

“Fuck, I love your mouth.” He groans as I work his cock with my tongue and lips. I’ve had time to figure out exactly what each of them likes.

“He’s fucking stupid to not take what you offer so beautifully.” Damon grabs my ponytail and wraps it around his fist. I get so wet I’m sure my panties are ruined. I never offered Chase any of me. Not like I have with the Devil’s trio.

He tugs on my hair, and I relax, placing my hands on his thighs and looking up at him. I know what he wants. Everything inside me wants him to take me. I want whatever he wants to do to me. No matter how filthy.

He holds my head as he thrusts his cock into my mouth, pushing in deep until I gag a little. He works his way up to fucking my throat, while I lick and suck when I can.

“Such a good little cum slut. You’re going to swallow every last drop, aren’t you, little devil?”

I hum my affirmation around his cock, and he groans as he comes in my mouth. When he releases my hair, I suck and lick to get every drop, keeping my gaze locked on his. He jerks me up and backs me against the wall, taking my mouth with his.