Page 45 of His Deadly Devotion

“Fuck. You’re going to swallow it all,” I tell her as I feel the first squirt of cum shoot down her throat. Four more pumps and she’s completely emptied me.

Aurora releases my cock and licks it clean. I reach down and pick her up off the floor.

“Fucking perfect.” My thumb slides across her swollen bottom lip. “You ready?”

“For what?”

“It’s my turn.” I smile. Bending down, I pick up her right leg and throw it over a shoulder. I look up at her. “Hold on,” I warn as I grab her left leg and stand. My mouth is right at her pussy. I push her back against the wall, and her hands grip on to my head. Tight.

“You better not drop me, Connor.” She looks down at me.

“Never.” I blow a puff of air on her wet lips before I run my tongue from the bottom to the top of her pussy. “Fucking delicious,” I moan. Then I’m diving right in. Licking, sucking, and biting down on her until she’s coming all over my face.

20

Once I’m dressed again, and feel more like myself, I look at the pile of schoolwork that’s been completed for me. I hate that Connor did that. I hate that he knows I can’t do it myself.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” I tell him.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need your help.” I don’t want to appear weak or stupid to him. I don’t want him to think less of me because I’m not smart.

“What were you going to do, princess? Call Dante?” Connor asks, his lips twisting in disgust.

That’s exactly what I was planning on doing. Calling my cousin and having him tell me what to write down. I just wasn’t going to do it in front of anyone.

“Yes, I was,” I admit.

“Why?” Connor asks me.

“What do you meanwhy?”

“Why would you go to someone else for help when I’m right here? When I can help you?”

“Because I don’t want your help with this. I don’t want you doing my schoolwork for me.” I look away, not able to hide my shame. There’s not a lot I’m self-conscious about. But my academic ability—or lack of—is one of the things I just can’t get over.

“I thought I was your person, Aurora. I thought you felt the same way about me as I do about you. Guess I thought wrong.” Connor sounds… hurt? Surely not.

“Youaremy person. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” I assure him.

“Then I’mthe personyou should be able to turn to for help. With anything,” he says. “I’m the person you should rely on because I’m the one fucking person in this world who is never going to turn you away, who will nevernothelp you. Fuck, Aurora. Even when we were broken up, I didn’t hesitate to come and help you when you asked. Why the fuck would I not help you with something as mundane as schoolwork?”

When he puts it like that, it makes me sound unappreciative. I’m not.

“I don’t want to be less-than.” I keep my voice low. “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.” It’s okay for my cousin to know just how dumb I am. It’s not okay for Connor, though. “I don’t want you to realize that I’m not good enough for you.”

Because that’s where my issue lies. If he realizes that I’m not at his level, that I’m only going to hold him back in life, why the hell would he choose to stay with me?

Connor sits on the bed, his eyes boring into mine. “Do you wanna know what I thought the morning after we met? You know, when I woke up alone?”

“What?”

“My first thought was that I dreamed you up. That I got wasted and imagined I had the most perfect girl in the world literally fall into my hands. When Irealizedyou weren’t a dream, because I could still taste you, smell you… I thought:There is nothing that’s going to stop me from finding her and keeping her.All I had was your first name and a possible school. And, then, when I saw you in the administration office, I thought that finally something was going my way. Finally, I found something to call mine,” Connor says. “That feeling, that all-consuming sense that you belong to me, that you are mine, hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s grown deeper. Become more intense.” He pauses and takes a breath. “It’s never going to go away, Aurora. I tried to make it go away and it wouldn’t.”

“I was a bitch to you that first day at school,” I remind him.

“That first week actually.” He smirks. “But I still wanted you, needed you. Even after you stabbed me with a pen for touching what was mine.”