She nodded and walked up the stairs.
I went to the fridge and took out a beer before sitting on the couch. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. The usual rush I felt after tagging walls in those affluent neighborhoods wasn’t present.
Instead, my mind returned to the pretty blonde with the amber eyes. I still felt the burn of her touch on my hand. Years ago, I would have wrapped her in my arms and kissed her pretty pink lips until she was flushed and like putty in my hands. In a different life, she was my world, and I was hers.
I would have done anything for her, but shit happens, and life gets complicated. None of it was her fault, but when I looked at her, I saw the one person I hated more than anyone else in the world.
I wanted Devlynn to suffer. I wanted her to fall, desperate and pathetic, to the floor, begging. I wanted her to whither and be ruined. I wanted her to feel the pain my mother felt because of hers.
But I also wanted to hate fuck her into oblivion. I wanted to bury my cock deep in her pussy until she didn’t know where I began and she ended. I wanted to split her open with my cock until she screamed my name and forgot hers.
Chapter 4
Devlynn – Five Years Ago
“What are you always doing in that notebook?” I asked Elis as his hands danced, hidden behind a large leather-bound sketch pad.
“Tryin’ to capture beauty on paper,” he said, his eyes glued to the page. His lips formed into that sly smile I loved so much. His hair fell, a curl bouncing on his forehead, which was furrowed in concentration.
I took off my top and crawled onto his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. Pushing him back, I wanted to grab that sketch pad, but I knew he would lose his mind. In our two whole years together, he’d never shown me the contents of that book. I knew he liked to draw, but he was always so private about it.
“You know I can’t concentrate with those fantastic tits bouncing in my face.” This time his glance was on me. He licked his lips, and his eyes zeroed in on mine. He placed the pad on the nightstand before balancing his weight on his elbows.
I placed my lips next to his and whispered, “I know.”
He grabbed my face, crushing his lips to mine. He tasted like happiness mixed with lust. I could have kissed him for a thousand years and never tired of the feeling. His hand unhooked my bra from behind, letting it fall between us, exposing my breasts to his hot touch and the cool air. My nipples hardened as he took them in his hands and tweaked them. A moan escaped my lips.
“You are so fuckin’ hot,” he whispered before bending his head and taking one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing gently.
“Elis,” I panted, desperate for more.
He straightened us as his hands roamed down my yoga pants. He dipped his hand inside, feeling my heat. “You’re soaked.” He pushed his finger in my pussy before pulling out and rubbing my wetness on my mouth before crushing his lips to mine. “So fucking sweet,”
He flipped us so I was lying on my back on the bed with him above me. He peeled off my pants, his hands sliding down my bare legs as he pushed them off. He looked at me, bare to him other than my white lace panties.
“Good enough to eat,” he whispered, his voice husky as he bent his head to my panties, moving them aside but not taking them off.
He slid his tongue up and down my slit, making me moan in ecstasy as I clung to my one-thousand-thread-count sheets.
“Fuck this.”
He gripped my panties between his teeth and ripped them off my body. The act was so primal, so animalistic. My body was on fire with need for him. He was the only person who had ever been able to make me lose control and forget about the world around me. I would have done anything never to lose that emotion.
“Those things were getting in the way.” He grabbed my clit between his fingers, rolling it and causing my body to jerk.
“So responsive for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?"
My back arched at his touch and the way he spoke to me. “Please.”
He chuckled as he bent his head and bit my inner thigh. The sensation stung and felt glorious, all wrapped in one. “Please, what, Devlynn?”
The little shit always liked to push me. He wanted me open and completely at his mercy. That was part of the game for him, making the good little rich girl dirty. Say things no one would ever believe could come from my mouth. “You know what.”
‘“You know what’ isn’t very specific.” He inserted one finger inside me, curling it up to my g-spot, a sample of what he could do to me if I only gave him what he wanted. “Don’t you want to come, Dev?” He pushed against my g-spot.
My frustrated pants took over the room, and my desperate need for Elis’s touch drove me wild. “Elis, I want your mouth on me.”
Elis kissed my stomach, moving up my body to find my lips. “Just like this?”