“Oh god,” I moaned the second my brushed moved against my clit.
Once I got started, it felt so good that there was no way I could stop. My finger made quick circles around my clit and I felt a pressure building up inside me. I wasn’t a frequent masturbator, especially when there always seemed to be someone around at Cabot Estate, so it was rare for me to have time to go slow and enjoy the feeling. I was still a virgin, so masturbation was the most pleasurable thing I knew—but that didn’t stop me from imagining things I had never done. I tried to picture someone else’s face—anyone but Devlin—but his was the one burned into my thoughts. I imagined him there in the tub with me, ready to take my innocence and show me what real passion was like. If only the man in my imagination was who he really was…
I’m gonna come—why can’t I imagine someone else?
It was too late to turn back. I was locked in the fantasy with every rotation of my finger heightening the pleasure I felt. I let it devour me. I imagined his lips on my skin—his fingers tracing my slender curves—and his cock ripping through me as he took my virginity. I started to squirm, feeling the pressure getting more intense—and then the pressure released. Bliss rushed through my veins. Euphoria swept across my body. Then it was over.
I’m sitting in a bathtub full of soap and I’ve never felt dirtier than I do right now. Damn you, Devlin. You’re the last person in the world I want to fantasize about.
I finished my bath and walked into the bedroom once I was dried off. I still had a lot of time to kill, and the bath, combined with my orgasm, had left me rather tired. I stretched out on the bed for what I expected to be no more than a moment—but it was so comfortable. The next thing I knew, a bell was ringing, and it caused me to sit up straight in the bed. My eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. It was eight o’clock on the dot. I wasn’t dressed. I was going to be late.
“Oh god.” I hopped up and grabbed my clothes, dressing as quickly as possible.FourteenDevlinI glanced at the clock in the dining room. It was five minutes past eight, and my smirk had turned upside down.
“Someone really wants to earn a punishment on their first day,” I muttered to myself, sighing and getting up from the table.
Just then, the double doors leading into the room flew open, and there she was, my pretty princess, looking disheveled and sexy as fuck.
“You’re late,” I barked at her.
“Hello to you, too,” she bit back, her cheeks flushing deeply as she entered the room.
“And you’re not even fucking ready,” I replied. “Your hair is wet. Your clothes are wrinkled. And you’re not as dolled up as I want you to be.”
“If you think you own me just because I owe you one,” she hissed. “You couldn’t be more wrong.”
She took a seat at the table, the chair scraping over the hardwood as she plopped that tight little ass down. She refused to meet my eyes, grabbing her fork and staring at her empty plate, already sulking.
Attitude.
That’s new.
“Where’s the food?” she asked.
Spoiled little rich girl, I thought to myself.
“I’m glad you think you’re the one running this joint,” I hissed at her, my eyes hungrily drinking in her features.
I hadn’t seen her in so long. Hadn’t felt her touch in almost six months. And yet that kiss was still ever-present on my mind, reminding me of how desperately she’d thrown herself at me and how cruelly I’d pushed her away.
“You’re such a jerk, Devlin,” she muttered, shooting daggers at me from across the table. “I can’t believe you think you own me just because I accepted your offer.”
“My goodwill,” I reminded her. “Because let me tell you something, Violet. You have nowhere else to go. No one else will take care of you. So, the way I see it… you’re pretty much at my mercy. Don’t you agree, princess?”
She huffed and puffed, and I got up from my seat, walking over to her and making the first contact in six months. My fingers touched her chin, and I tipped her head back, staring into her eyes.
“I said,” I ground out. “Don’t you agree, princess?”
She forced herself to look at me, anger coming off her in waves. She kept her mouth stubbornly shut but I was going to get an answer out of her one way or another.
“You better talk, princess,” I told her. “Or you’ll get punished before you’ve even begun your stay at the Devil’s Manor.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes at me. “You call yourself the devil now, huh?”