Page 72 of Devious

We hit the dance floor, and Devious places his hands on my hips, swaying back and forth. I lay my head on his chest as reggae music plays in the background, and then he kisses me.

He takes me by the bar and orders us shots. This is not what I expected for how he wanted to celebrate my birthday. I expected him to take me out to a more reserved place, not a nightclub filled with rich people. The waiter offers him a cigar, and he takes it, and the waiter lights it up for him.

“We’re not here for business?” I ask.

“No. I spoke to Lex last week, and he told me you haven’t celebrated your birthday since you were fourteen years old.”

I need to change the subject.

“You told me you can’t have days off.”

“I can’t, but…” He tucks a few strands behind my hair and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “Right now, you’re more important than anything else.”

My little heart thumps with happiness.

He wraps his hand around my mine, and we go to the VIP section where he sits on the couch and we remove our masks. The waitress pours me a glass of champagne, and I move my hips to the music. Devious’s eyes are glued to my body as he puffs on his cigar.

“Dance with me?” I ask.

“I’ll watch you,” he tells me.

I feel nervous as his eyes beam with excitement. He scans every inch of my body, and then his eyes rest on my perky breasts. Devious puts out his cigar and comes up to me, towering over me.

“Keep dancing,” he says, placing his hands on my hips, his eyes never leaving mine. The mood is intense, and I feel his hands on my thigh, lifting my dress over my hips.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“People can see us through the glass window.”

“Keep dancing, nymph.” He keeps his eyes on me, and my breath hitches as he slides his fingers inside of me. My heart flutters as I feel my body come alive.

“I want to fuck you, Roselyn. Right here and right now.” He digs his dick into my stomach. “Would you let me fuck you right here in front of everyone?”

“It’s not like I have a choice now, do I?”

He leans down and whispers in my ear. “No. Because you belong to me, heart and soul, and I own every inch of you. But you love that I own you, don’t you?”

He grabs my neck and squeezes. Normally, I would be afraid of him choking me, but not this time. I crave his possessiveness. I love the way he craves me the way I crave him. What we have is… toxic. But I don’t care. When it feels right, it feels right.

“Yes. I do.”

He leans down and bites the shell of my ear. “You like that I use you as my fuck toy. You like my dick inside you, owning your pussy. You like my tongue licking your pussy like I can’t get enough of it. You like that I don’t ask and I take it. You like being my personal whore.”

I groan loudly. “I do. So what are you going to do about it? Keep talking, or are you going to take me?”

I grab his face and kiss him long and hard, then bite his lip. One of his fingers moves on my clit slowly.

“Keep dancing, baby.”

I continue to move my hips slowly, and after several minutes, I come on his fingers. He removes his fingers and then sticks one in my mouth.

“How do you taste?”

“Good,” I say.

He kisses me again, and then he dances with me, grinding his dick against my ass.