Chapter 28 Revenge #2
He fists my hair and the roots of my scalp pull tight.
The sensation shoots straight between my legs, and wetness pools in my panties.
“Did you forget you were on my property? Claiming you is the best thing I’ve ever done.
As much as I want to ignore the rest of the world and get lost in us, some things must be taken care of first.”
I wet my lips when my mouth waters, but I don’t argue. “Revenge?”
“Yes.” His eyes darken, and I sense the uncompromising determination in his soul. “I’ll exact it for you and for me.”
“And then?”
His gaze roams my face before his unwavering blue eyes penetrate my heart. “Then it will be beautiful. I’ll make sure of it.”
“That’s a steep promise, Devon Donnelly,” I whisper. “No one has ever kept a promise that significant to me before.”
“Then I’m the lucky man who gets to give it to you. I can’t know for sure because I’ve never had it, but it might be the easiest thing I’ll ever do. We’ll figure that out later. First ... justice. Everything after that will be smooth sailing.”
I nod and squeeze my thighs together. Talk of the future has never turned me on.
“Claimed you,” he repeats the words he used earlier. “If you think I’d do that on an empty promise, then I’ve got a steep hill to climb. You give me a minute, I’ll prove it to you and give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“Starting with retribution...”
“You just wait, baby. There won’t be anything like it.”
My hands slide down his chest to his abs until they land below his waist. His stare holds me in a trance as I make quick work of his button and zipper.
It’s like his cock thanks me even though it’s still held hostage in his boxers.
When I run my fingers up and down his erection, his hold on my hair tightens.
He nods once.
Like a silent order that makes my mouth water.
Damn, that’s hot.
Devon
She licks her lips again before turning her attention to my cock. I widen my stance and let go of her ass but not her hair.
She started this. She also wants it.
I can’t wait.
Harlow stares at my cock as it springs free—fucking finally. Every ounce of blood in my body fills my erection as she circles her finger around my engorged tip.
I groan.
Her gaze shoots to me as she catches her lip between her teeth.
Without looking away from me, she falls to her knees, but I never let go of her hair.
“There you go, baby.” I take my cock in my other hand and drag it across her lips. When she puckers and kisses my tip, it’s all I can do not to press in and fuck her mouth into next week.
Her exhale blankets my skin.
She opens her mouth and sucks on the tip.
Fuck.
“Open wider, baby,” I murmur, and she does. “There you go.”
I let her do what she wants and feel her moan vibrate all the way to my root. Her fingers slide around to the back of my thighs where she grips me so tight, I feel her fingertips through the denim of my jeans.
She circles my cock with her tongue, lapping me before pulling out and sucking me in as far as she can.
My grip at the base of her head tightens to stop her before I take over. I press into her mouth and give her as much as she can take. When my tip hits the back of her throat, I stop and pull out.
I can’t take my eyes off her as her cheeks hollow with suction.
My words come out on a groan. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. But I’m never letting you go.”
Her eyes fly open, and she peeks up at me as her mouth goes slack around my cock.
“You heard me.” I press into her mouth as she sucks again.
I push in and out and in and out. Her lips, tongue, and beautiful wet mouth take every enthusiastic thrust I give her. She sucks harder and grips my legs as if she’ll lose me forever if she lets go.
It’s like she’s as desperate as I am.
“Baby,” I growl in warning. “I’m going to come.”
She sucks harder.
Fuck, yes.
My Harlow.
Two more thrusts.
I grip her head with both my hands as I press into her mouth and come.
She continues sucking and drinks me in until she milks me of every last drop.
Heaven. I’d say if I died tomorrow, I would’ve lived a full life, but damn. That doesn’t even come close.
I want it all.
And I want it forever.
My hands fall from her head, and she pulls off my cock with one last suck. I look down and find her sitting back on her feet staring up at me with an expression on her face like I just did her the biggest favor in the world.
She smiles and rolls her lips in to lick them. “I liked that.”
“You did, did you?” I pant as I try to catch my breath, looking down at her past my half-hard cock still bobbing free. “Well, I’m glad, because I fucking loved it.”
Her smile swells as she stands and slides her arms inside my open shirt against my bare skin and presses her cheek to my heart. “I want to say that now we’re even from the plane, but I liked it too much. And I’ve never liked it.”
I press my lips to the top of her blonde hair. “I’m honored, baby. And there’s no even when it comes to me or us.”
She nods against my skin. “This feels different. It doesn’t scare me, still in a way, it does. All I wanted was a distraction, but this is too easy. I feel like it could be ripped away in a heartbeat—like it’s not real.”
I put my fingers to her chin and force her to look up at me.
I press my mouth to hers for a long slow kiss.
When I finally break my lips from hers, I say, “It’s easy because it’s good.
Better than good, baby. I’ve never had easy before, so I know the difference.
Think about how much better it’ll be when there won’t be the threat of bullets flying and double-crossing friends appearing from the dead. ”
She pulls her face from my hold and tightens her embrace like she can’t get close enough. My bare cock is still sandwiched between us. “It feels like that will never happen.”
“It’ll happen,” I promise.
She sighs. “Devon, what’s in the box?”
My hand stroking her back stills. She senses the difference and pulls away far enough to look up at me through a frown.
I sigh. “It’s my entire case on Turner. There was no way I could copy the electronic files over without them knowing, but I did manage to take every paper file I could.
I made copies. My sister has a set and so does my dad.
I knew something wasn’t right when my name was exposed to the media.
Little did I know how right I was, and it’s worse than I ever imagined. ”
Her voice dips to a whisper and feels like a balm to my tortured soul. “I’m sorry, Devon. You mourned your friend once when you thought he died. Now you’re wounded in a whole other way. You were betrayed by someone you loved, and you lost your career in the process.”
For the first time since I heard Hugh’s voice on that line, anger replaces the shock I haven’t been able to get past. It simmers within me, getting hotter and hotter with every hour. “I’m past caring about my career. My mind is set on revenge. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
A sad smile touches her lips. “It will be satisfying for both of us. I’ve never wanted anything more ... other than maybe you.”
“You and revenge,” I mutter before kissing her one last time. “Both beautiful.”