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I stared silently at the burnt remains of my home late the next afternoon, willing the tears not to fall. But as Devil put his arms around me and pulled me against his body, they cascaded down my cheeks.

“Fuck,” I muttered, wiping them away. “I swore I wouldn’t cry again today.”

“Baby,” Devil murmured against my ear, “cry. Let it out.”

Gran joined us. She’d left to circle the property, but there really wasn’t much to see. “It’s just a building, child, and a few belongings. They’re not the important things in life.”

I sighed. “You’re always so practical. Those things meant something to you. I’m sad that you lost them.”

She shook her head, dismissing what I’d said. “You mean something to me. Aaron means something to me. If I’d lost either of you in that fire, then I’d be sad. Things can be replaced.”

It had been a long two days, and my emotions were all over the place. Between Aaron being beaten, losing our homes and belongings to fire, and Leona and my old workmates being hurt, I was close to tears all the time. It overwhelmed me, and I was thankful to have Devil by my side helping me function.

“You ready to leave?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. You ready, Gran?”

She hobbled in the direction of the car, calling out, “Yes,” as she went. I loved how she seemed to always be able to just get on with life. Some days I wished I was more like her.

Devil drove us back to his place, all of us lost in our own thoughts. I knew he had a lot on his mind, too. He’d told me that the people who burnt our houses down had been taken care of. I hesitated to ask him what that meant, but I had a good idea. And it didn’t bother me. It felt just.

I wasn’t hungry that night, but Devil insisted I eat. He cooked spaghetti, and I picked at it while he watched me with concern. After dinner, we set Gran up in the lounge room with her favourite TV shows and then did the dishes together.

Reaching for his hand once we finished the dishes, I said, “I’m sorry I’m so low today. I just need a day or two, and then I’ll be back to my usual self.”

Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me and sat me on the kitchen counter. Moving in between my legs, he wrapped his arms around me and said, “Darlin’, there’s no rush. You take your time getting your head together. I’ll be right here for whatever you need.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve someone as amazing as Devil in my life. Smiling at him, I said, “You never did tell me how you got your nickname.”

He grinned. “Weren’t you meant to give me something in order to get that out of me?”

I returned his grin. It was infectious. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain. You wanted a drink with me, and I gave you that, so spit it out, bossman.”

“King gave me my nickname. He said I could lead someone into temptation just as easily as I could cause mass destruction.”

“The devil,” I murmured.

He brushed a kiss across my lips. “Yeah.” He let me go and placed his hands on my thighs. He then slid one hand down to the inside of my thigh and along my leg towards my pussy. Meeting my gaze, he said, “I want you in a dress every day.”

His demand caused an ache between my legs, and I spread them to allow him access.

He shook his head. “Not here. Jean might come in.”

I lifted a brow. “And here I was thinking you loved sex in public.” Not that I wanted my gran to walk in on us. In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten that was a possibility, but I liked to play with him as often as I could.

“Darlin’, there’s a difference between fucking you in public and fucking you in front of your grandmother. I do have some standards.”

My lips curled up into a smile as I slipped my arms around his neck. “In that case, we should move this to the bedroom.”

He scooped me up and carri

ed me into his bedroom, laying me out across his bed. Grabbing hold of my legs, he pulled me towards him so that my ass was on the edge of the bed and my legs rested over his shoulders while he knelt in front of me. After he pushed my dress up, he slid my panties off, dropping them on the floor after pressing them to his face and inhaling my scent.

Bending his face to my pussy, he said, “I could live off your smell. It gets me so fucking hard.” Taking hold of my ass, he licked along my pussy before sucking on my clit.

I threaded my fingers in his hair, and scrunched a handful of it as I cried out, “Yes!” My back arched up off the bed, and I closed my eyes when his tongue slid inside me.


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