9. Zaiah
Chapter nine
Zaiah
“Where the hell are we going?” I pant, practically jogging through the snow to keep pace with Devyn next to me. At first, I thought we were going to Castle Black—not an actual castle—but the on-campus housing for the Black Harts.
Moving at this speed with a thick plug in my ass and a hard cock is a lot harder than one would think. Not to mention the effects of the oil have kicked in, and the friction of my cock rubbing against my pants is enough to edge me. Fuck, at this rate, it might be enough to make me come.
“You’ll see,” he chuckles, tugging my arm harder as he picks up the pace. Even though I’m the one slathered in oil, I can see the clear outline of Devyn’s thick cock in his pants.
“So why the pretty emerald jewel?” I ask, mostly to keep my mind off my throbbing dick. Although now I’m thinking about exactly why he needed to stretch me out. A whimper tumbles from my lips. Fucking oil. I’m so horny I’m going to lose my damn mind.
“I had it custom-made to match your eyes.”
I stop dead, remembering the gold and hazel flakes in the jewel. Dear light. How long has Devyn Shio been stalking me? And why the fuck do I love it?
“I thought we were going to do this in a bed,” I say when we approach the next building. My brows scrunch in confusion when he opens the double doors to the Science Wing.
“Let’s just say I was feeling romantic.”
Okay, because that’s not mysterious.
“Romantic ho—”
Devyn spins around, quickly leaning down into my space. He grazes his lips against my jaw, trailing up to my ear and biting the lobe. Hard. “So many questions. All you need to know, Doll, is that you’re mine.” His fingers tangle in my hair, forcing me to look up into his crimson eyes, and causing my heart to race. “I own you, Praeda.”
“Only till the sun rises.” I shake my head, but he yanks my hair again. It hurts. And yet, I shiver at the sensation.
He smiles and his eyes crinkle. “It’s cute that you believe that.” Suddenly, Devyn’s palm against the back of my head is gone, and I stumble.
“Jerk,” I murmur.
I follow him down the halls and pause when he pulls out a key to unlock the door to the chemistry room.
“Undress,” he orders.
I walk into the room and my mouth falls open. Bright lighting illuminates the classroom. Brighter than any other day I’ve been here. At the back of the room where I used to sit during class are several things that look like leather straps. An old-school holo pad rests on a stand, the camera on and already logged onto his site.
I whip my head toward him. “You planned all of this?”
“I said undress.”
My cock jumps at his dark tone. I undress quickly, too turned on to fold my clothes. I toss them onto the lab table next to us.
Once I’m naked, I shiver as the cool air touches my heated skin. When I notice the way the holo pad is angled, I know immediately what Devyn wants. His comment about being romantic settles into my bones. This is where we first saw each other.
I climb up on the table. “Fuck! It’s cold,” I say as I immediately try to climb off. Before I can go anywhere, Devyn places a firm hand in the middle of my back. A silent command to stay still. To my shock, he tenderly traces the scars Remy left on my back. We don’t say anything for a long moment. No one has ever touched me like this.
Suddenly, he flips me onto my back. The lab table feels like ice against my skin, and I hiss out a protest.
Devyn directs my hands to either side of the table. “Hold the edges of the table and don’t remove them until we are done here tonight. Do you understand?”
I nod eagerly, my breath now coming out in harsh gasps. I nervously peer over at the leather straps sitting next to me. “Do I get a safe word?” I ask nervously.
“Sure, Doll. What is it?”
“Maybe red?”
Devyn shrugs, placing a pillow under my ass, giving him access to my hole. “Easy enough.”
He picks up the first strap and tightens it around my thigh. Then, he lifts my knee and bends my leg. He clips part of the leather strap to the leather wrapped around the bottom of the table, then repeats the process with my other leg until both of my knees are pressed against my chest and spread wide open. Everything is on display for him.
My cock is thick and leaking against my flat stomach. He has complete access to my hole, my cock, and my nipples. The thought alone almost makes me spill over the edge.
Devyn walks over to his holo pad and angles the camera at me. I suck in a deep breath. “My mask,” I gasp. “Devyn, please. I don’t want anyone to see my face.”
“Don’t worry. You’re mine, sweet fire. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”
I almost cry in relief. My cock bobs. “Only you.”
Devyn walks back to my side and places the thin mask over my face. Then he pulls his mask over his head and begins undressing. Suddenly, Devyn is gone, and Demon now stands in front of me instead, with his crimson eyes that almost glow. I’m straining against my binds, gripping the table as hard as I can. The sight of him undressing for me while he wears his skull mask is the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
When he’s completely naked from the neck down, he walks over to a little basket that’s sitting on the lab table opposite us.
“How did you get all your supplies here?”
Demon smirks. “Ryker and Ares skipped out on Praeda today.”
I choke on my own spit. “They fucking know what you’re doing to me?”
His smile grows. “Don’t worry, Doll. I’m sure they’ll be watching too.”
My heart races.
“Who gave you those scars?” he asks suddenly, and I look away in shame. “Tell me, pretty fire, who gave you those scars?”
“Remy,” I whisper.
He curses and storms to the other side of the room. Pulling out his multi-slate, he places a call. Fear races through me. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. He’s going to kill me. He almost did exactly that the night he gave me these scars. He almost killed me. And the sudden fear that someone else knows means he’ll be back to finish the job. Tears spill from my eyes as anger boils through me.
“Have you decided?” someone asks through the speaker.
“Balthazar!” Devyn barks. “It’s done. Remy Lombardi is a fucking dead man.”
The other Black Hart chuckles darkly. “Any preferences?”
“Dealer’s choice. Just make sure he’s dead.” With that, Devyn ends the call. My eyes widen as a huge boulder is lifted from my shoulders. Did that just happen? I stare at the Black Hart in front of me with awe. He can’t hurt me anymore. Remy can’t fucking hurt me anymore. If it was anyone else, I might try to call it off, but after finding Remy’s plan to run a sex trafficking ring, I don’t give a shit what happens to him.
Suddenly, the need to be filled and claimed by this man is so strong, and I can’t tell if it’s because of the oil infused in my skin or the fact this man is apparently willing to kill for me.
I think it’s a little bit of both.
“Demon,” I whine. “I need you to fuck me.”
Devyn’s head whips back toward me, and his eyes darken with lust. “So eager,” he laughs. “But not eager enough.”
Demon flips on the camera on the holo pad, and the video goes live. He walks back over to me and that’s when I notice the vial in his hand. More of the aphrodisiac oil. He unscrews the cap and pours it all over my cock, my balls, my nipples, and my stomach.
I whine, trying to thrust my hips into the air.
“That’s it. Burn for me, little doll.”
Slowly, he pulls out the plug, and I’m left with this needy, empty sensation.
“Remember when you said you like the idea of just lying there?”
I nod.
“Are you going to be a good little doll and let me fuck you?”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, thrusting my hips into the air, desperate to feel any pressure on my cock.
He smacks my thigh. “Dolls don’t move, remember?”
I whine, but hold myself perfectly still. The effect of the oil is driving me wild with lust. I need to come. Fuck. I’m already on a hair trigger, but I want to be good for Demon.
“Now, do you remember your safe word, Doll?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s red.”
He smirks. “That’s right. And good little dolls don’t speak,” he says before slapping a piece of tape over my mouth and thrusting his cock into my hole.
He pounds into me with a wild force that leaves me a moaning mess. I know my arms aren’t bound, so I could remove the tape to use my safe word if I needed to, but there’s something about letting myself feel helpless that I’m leaning into. Just the idea that he took it away from me only makes this hotter.
“Such a pretty little fuck toy. So eager to be obedient for me. So eager to be owned.” He laughs wildly. “Look at you. You love being helpless. Maybe someday we’ll play with the idea of dollification.”
I moan, but the sound is muffled behind the tape.
“I own you now, Praeda. You’re my sweet doll to do whatever I please with.”
Yes. I nod my head frantically, moaning my agreement behind the tape. I’m yours.
And I mean it. When I’m around Devyn Shio, he makes me feel both filthy and sexy simultaneously. Things between us got so heated, so quickly. They feel primal, animalistic, almost feral. It’s as if he can’t control himself around me, as much as I can’t seem to control myself around him.
Before I know it, he’s stroking me viciously, my oiled-up cock now sliding deliciously in his hand. With a muffled whimper, I come all over myself as Demon milks me. My hole tightens around him, milking him in return, until he’s coming with a shout and spilling inside of me.
Standing, he turns off the holo pad and cleans me up. Devyn rips off his mask and unbuckles me from the table. He scoops me up and gathers me into his arms. Over the next thirty minutes, he gives me water and takes care of me, gently cleaning me and massaging my legs, my arms, and my shoulders, all the while whispering that I’m his. It’s a stark contrast to the man who just fucked me like the demon he claims to be.
I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to bleed. Of all the things this man has said to me tonight with his taunting tone and sparky quips. I never expected to hear tenderness.
A tear slips down my cheek. Devyn doesn’t hesitate to catch it.
Several minutes later, we’re dressed and sitting on top of the lab table. “I have something for you,” I say suddenly. Trusting myself—and knowing I have this information backed up—I tell him everything. I tell Devyn about Remy and the phone call. I tell him about his dad’s involvement, and then I pull up the proof to show him. There’s the video of me listening in on the call, the files I found after hearing their plans for sex trafficking and embezzlement, and how Marco Lombardi and Conor Shio are stealing from the other founding families.
When I look up at Devyn, I expect to see hatred. But instead, I see… hope?
“Fuck, this is perfect, little fire. It might take a while to investigate, but this is a good fucking start. You might have single-handedly just saved my sister and my mother.”