20. Lena
This is the third morning in a row that I’ve been woken up to Devin devouring me. His tongue flicking over my throbbing clit is what sprung my eyes open. He raises his head from between my legs, his blond locks are tousled, and his blue eyes are bright. “Good morning, love.” His voice is still thick from sleep as he gives me a smirk and lowers his head back between my legs.
Gripping my thighs, he pulls me closer, spearing his tongue into me. “Devin,” I moan as he replaces his tongue with a finger, curling it to hit my G-spot. With every flick of his tongue on my pulsing clit, he walks me one step closer to the edge before I finally fall over. I reach for the pillow next to me and smother my face in it, smothering the sounds of my release as my thighs squeeze against his skull.
Devin crawls over my body, caging me in as he rips the pillow from my face, closing his mouth over mine. His kiss is deep as I taste myself on his tongue. He pulls back and I look down his body, the only thing between us is his boxer briefs, his cock fully erect with a wet spot. “I need you inside of me,” I beg as I rake my nails down his hard chest. And just like the last three mornings, he’s ignored me, only to cover my mouth with his.
His fingers float up my side, pushing up his T-shirt, the only thing that I’ve been wearing, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I moan into his mouth as his thumb brushes over my peaked nipples, the sensitive bud sending a jolt between my legs. I run my hands down his abs, hooking the band of his briefs and pulling them down until his cock springs free. Precum glistens on the tip, making my mouth water.
“Fuck me. Please .” It’s a quiet plea but an absolute need because even though his tongue and fingers can help me find release, I want him buried inside of me. I want to feel him deep as he takes me stroke for stroke.
He lowers his head to my breast, scraping his teeth across my nipple. My back arches into him, sucking the tender bud into his mouth. “Such a needy girl,” he teases before nipping me, a hiss rushing through my teeth. “I love to hear you beg for my cock.”
I reach between us, but his hand catches my wrist before I can grip him. He tsks as he brings it back up and presses it to my breast. “Press your tits together,” he growls as a drop of precum drips onto my stomach.
I do what he asks and watch as he lifts himself up to yank off his briefs completely, tossing them to the side before sliding up and straddling me, his cock inches from my lips. “Lower your head and hold out your tongue.” I stare up at him, my brows furrowing in confusion. His hand wraps around my throat, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m going to fuck your tits, Lena.” His voice is smooth, his eyes bright as his thumbs caresses up my jawline. “And I’m going to come all over them and claim them as mine.”
I’m panting, my pussy dripping as my clit throbs when he removes his hand, lines himself up, and pushes himself through. His dripping precum gives enough lubrication that it doesn’t take much effort. “Lift your head.” I raise my head as he leans forward, shoving the pillow beneath it. “Keep your head tilted and that dirty mouth open. Tongue out.” I do it just as he pumps his cock between my breasts, his head sliding over my tongue.
He groans as he picks up the pace, his cock hitting my tongue harder and harder with every thrust. “Fuck,” he groans, louder this time. His abs constrict right as his rhythm falters. Reaching down, he grips his shaft, pulling his cock from my breasts before coming all over them. Making good on his promise and marking me as his.
He smears his cum across my chest and over my breasts. “A fucking masterpiece.” His voice is low as he pinches my nipples, the sharp pain coursing straight to my core, making my clit pulse.
He’s playing a game by not fucking me. A game that I know I’ll never win until he’s ready for me to, and even then, it’s on his terms. But, unlike any of my former partners, he’s far from selfish. He’s made me come more times in the past three days on his tongue and fingers alone than I did in the five years I was with Matt. He was only about taking care of himself and I usually found myself getting myself off long after he either fell asleep or left for a “meeting”.
Devin’s mouth closes around my clit, sucking on it and pulling me from my thoughts. “Devin,” I moan, “we need to get up.”
He looks up, his mouth pulled into a devilish grin. “We’ll get up when I get you off one more time.” He licks up my core, my hips bucking as his tongue flicks my swollen clit. “Just one more snack before breakfast.”
He lowers his head and sends me into a frenzy as he makes me come again. He slides from the bed and lifts me, carrying me to shower to reluctantly wash away his cum and the smell of sex.
Devin pulls the bedroom door open, and the mid-morning light nearly blinds me as we step into the living room. “So nice of you to join us.” Bri’s voice hits me from where she’s sitting at the island, her brows furrowed and her arms crossed.
I feel myself pale as I look from her to where Tony sits at his desk, eyes glued to his computer screens, his muscles tense .
Bri stands and crosses the room. She’s dressed in black jeans and an off the shoulder crop top tee. Her bad girl style always on display. She reaches me, arms still crossed, and I can feel Devin tense next to me.
“Bri...”
She holds up a hand, shaking her head. “We’ve been sitting out here listening to you two fuck for the last hour, and while I’m happy that you’re finally getting the attention you deserve, only one of us has been enjoying it.” She cuts a look in Tony’s direction, and I watch his shoulders tense, but he still doesn’t look away from his screens.
What the hell is she talking about?
Tony ?
She’s insane to even suggest such a thing. He obviously loathes the fact that I’m in this apartment, sharing the same air as him. It has him in a constantly shitty mood. He barely looks in my direction, and when he does, his eyes are always darkening as if I’m the fox that was let loose in the hen house. I would have thought that after events that have played out over the last few weeks, he would have finally gotten it through his head that I want Matt gone as much as they do.
Which begs the question, other than for me, why do they want Matt gone? I’ve been so lost in grief and Devin’s distractions that I haven’t thought about why they are so hellbent on taking down Obsidian when it’s nearly half their clientele. Their influence runs deep in the club, and while it seems to be a place of neutral power, there’s a lot of blackmail and bribes happening, both in and out of this building.
“I want to leave.” Bri’s voice cuts through my thoughts, pulling me back into reality, her words slamming into me.
“Leave?” The word makes my mouth dry. “Bri, I’m sorry, we’ll...”
Devin steps between us, looking down at her. “It’s not safe for you to leave.” He steps closer to Bri, doing his best to intimidate her, but she’s not one to fall for those kinds of tactics. “We’re not losing anyone else.”
She pokes her finger into his chest, her face flushing as her anger rises. “I’m not your fucking prisoner.” Her words are sharp, her grief falling into anger.
Devin looks at where her finger is poking him before cutting his gaze back to hers. He leans down, their faces merely inches apart. “No, but you can be, and it won’t be as luxurious as what you have now.” His words seem to slap her, her mouth hanging slack as she stares at him, face paling at the promise in his tone. “So don’t push me, Brianna, or you will get your wish to leave this apartment, but not in the way you want.”
“ What is going on in here ?” Tasha’s voice purrs as she leans against the doorway. She’s dressed in an immaculate maroon pantsuit, with nothing under the jacket, showing off her perfect cleavage in a way that only she could pull off. Her heels now click on the floor as she crosses into the kitchen. She looks stunning like always and I don’t miss the way that Bri shifts in her presence, as if she’s in the presence of royalty and not sure if she should bow at her feet or kiss her.
She pulls Bri away and steps in her place, staring right up at Devin as he towers over her. “Because I know that you’re not threatening a woman. Let alone a guest in our house.”
Devin straightens, his body stiffening at her accusation. “No,” he bites out. “I was explaining to her how?—"
Tasha grabs his jaw, halting his words. “I heard enough, Dev .”
She looks behind her at Bri, who is now standing a few feet away, her hands balled into fists at her side. “She will come live with me.” She turns back to Devin, her eyes glittering. “The sexual tension in this place is suffocating.” Winking, she drops her hand from his face, her anger dissipating right before our eyes.
I look between her and Devin, waiting for more retorts, but the room is nothing but silence for a beat .
“Can I really stay with you?” Bri’s voice is full of wonder as she steps toward Tasha.
Tasha holds Devin’s gaze, a silent conversation finishing between them before she turns on her heel and faces Bri. “Of course, I have an extra room with an ensuite that would be perfect for you. And it’s on prime real estate.”
“That would be amazing.” She bounces on the balls of her feet like a little girl. “I can’t wait to get the hell out of this building. Where do you live?” She claps her hands in front of her and presses them to her chest.
Tasha tilts her head down, looking straight at the floor. “Not far.”
Bri looks down and groans, covering her face with her hand. “You mean you fucking live here, too?” Her hand slides down, her arm dropping at her side. “I didn’t know when I came to stay here that I was moving into a fucking cult compound.” She throws her arms up. “What’s next, I’m gonna have to drink the Kool-Aid or sleep with the leader?”
Devin tenses, but a laugh fills the room. My laugh. I throw my head back, the laughter spills from my lips, vibrating my throat and tickling my tongue. I slap a hand to my mouth trying to quiet my outburst, but I feel a large hand wrap around my wrist and remove it. Devin’s eyes are bright as he takes me in, cupping my face. “That was beautiful.” He’s nearly whispering as he leans down, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I look past him and see Bri smiling, a true smile on her face, one that I haven’t seen in weeks. Devin turns toward her. “Say something like that again.” The wonderment in his eyes and the command to Bri has another laugh bubbling over. He watches me closely as the laugh fades away, leaving a small smile on my face. “A symphony.” He kisses the other corner of my mouth before pulling away.
I hear Tony’s chair shift, and I see that he’s looking at me, his gray eyes dark under his hood. But for the first time since I got here, there seems to be a little bit of light glimmering in the shadows. He blinks and it’s gone, right back to the dark expression he wears day to day.
“Want me to show you your new digs?” Tasha’s voice rings out, looping her arm with Bri’s. “It’s a whole floor down, and thanks to soundproofing, we’ll never have to hear anything that goes on above or below us.” She winks at me before turning and leading Bri to the door.
“Oh, and don’t forget about the show tonight,” she says over her shoulder to Devin. She turns her body in Tony’s direction, looking him up and down. “And fucking dress appropriately. There is a dress code, and it applies to everyone .” She stares down her nose at him before he turns his attention away from her and back on his computer.
She smirks and is almost through the door when Devin calls out to her, “Oh, I didn’t forget.” He steps back, pulling me into his side. “And a little birdie told me that Nate is coming into town tonight and he rarely misses a show.”
She drops Bri’s arm and turns, a look of panic flashing across her face, but in a blink, it’s gone. She raises her chin and flips her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly. “The more the merrier, I suppose.”
She steps through the threshold, Bri on her heels, and lets the door slam closed behind her.
I look up at him. “Who is Nate?” I ask curiously. He must be someone important to have flustered Tasha like that.
Devin shrugs as he leads me to the island. “Just the owner.”
I halt my steps, yanking his arm. “The owner is coming here. Tonight ? Why?”
Devin grins as he turns, opening the fridge and pulling out ingredients to make breakfast. “I may have tipped him off about Tasha’s show tonight.” Facing me, he says, “And I felt like it might be time to let him know what’s truly going on. He’s been asking a lot of fucking questions lately.”
I cock my head to the side. “He doesn’t know anything about what’s been happening here? Where has he been this whole time?”
He lays out strips of bacon into the hot pan, the sizzling sound filling the room. “He’s the only heir to a real estate mongrel who keeled over unexpectedly, and now he must run the family business. Flying across the world and checking in on the properties and investments. Rubbing elbows with other billionaires.” He watches me. “He doesn’t have time to worry about the organized crime happening here when we’re taking care of it and intentionally leaving him out of the loop.”
“What’s his name? Would I have heard of him?”
“Nate Bennett, the President and CEO of Bennett Enterprises. He’s the charming ‘Billionaire Heir’ as the media likes to call him.”
Devin sounds nearly exhausted after that long winded title introduction, but I’m curious about a man who jets across the world and owns a club in a place like this. Though, I do recall the headlines of when he took over, his dazzling smile, and his rich boy aura in every tabloid photo. Devin cracks eggs into a bowl, whisking them before adding salt and pepper. “So, what are you going to tell him?” I ask. “Won’t he be upset that you didn’t tell him before now?”
He sits down the bowl and walks around the island, turning me in my seat. He puts his hands on the countertop, caging me in. “You’re asking a lot of questions about another man, love. Should I be worried?” His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge to it. “Because outside of this apartment, I don’t fucking share.”
I gulp, but he pulls back and laughs before I can say anything. “Enough about Nate, you’ll meet him sooner or later.” He’s back at the stove, flipping the bacon. “Tonight’s show has a dress code and Tasha is having an outfit delivered for you to wear. Nothing but the best for you.”
I cock my head to the side. “What show are we going to? Who will be there?” Faces of the men that Matt would keep around flash through my mind. Who else is he connected to that could give him an opportunity to watch for me?
Removing the bacon from the pan, he plates it before moving on to omelets. “It’s invite only and that’s Tasha’s responsibility to hand pick her guests from a closely curated list. Anyone who’s anyone could be there tonight. For the right price.”
I feel the anxiety crawling across my skin. What if Matt got to people who were once allies and Tasha doesn’t know? I could be a sitting duck and if anything goes wrong, who knows what will happen.
Sprinkling cheese into the pan, he flips the egg mixture, keeping them fluffy. “And don’t worry.” He looks up, clearly sensing my unease. “Security will be at its tightest in the Underground tonight.”
He slides the giant omelet and bacon in front of me, and I inhale the delicious scent. It’s my new favorite breakfast, especially since I wasn’t one to eat breakfast. It's usually nothing more than a granola bar or a smoothie. Matt was always on me about watching my figure, and I’m now realizing what I was missing out on.
Someone knocks on the door, causing Tony to rise. He’s there in what seems like a few steps, wrenching the door open. A young woman stands there, staring back at him, holding a garment bag and a shiny, black gift bag. She’s dressed in tight jeans and a corset top, her heels a minimum of 6” tall. Even with that extra height, she barely meets Tony’s chest. She raises her arms as if she’s presenting a crown to a queen. “For Miss Taylor,” she says sweetly. “Compliments of Tasha.”
She stays put until Tony pulls his wallet out of his back pocket, hands her a bill, and then takes the bags from her. She smiles, shoves the money into her back pocket, and saunters away back to the elevator.
Tony lets the door fall closed, holding the items like they’re going to bite his hand off. I slide from the barstool, Tony’s eyes watching my every move like he’s tracking his prey, as I cross to where he’s standing next to the door. I hold out my arms, but he doesn’t move. His gray eyes look down at me and I feel heat curl in my abdomen as his gaze slowly moves down my body, taking in every inch of me as if he’s looking down the nose of his enemy. Sizing me up.
I reach out for the clothes in his hands. “Thank you, Tony.” My voice comes out quieter than I anticipated, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice I said anything. My hands hover over the bags dangling from his hand, and I’m unsure if I should take them or hold out my arms. He seems to be frozen, his eyes going icy under his hood.
I admire his ability to completely shut off his emotions from everyone, but I just wish that he would give me something to make me feel like he doesn’t hate me. My fingers lightly brush against his as they curl around the garment bag. His free hand comes up and grips my wrist, yanking me toward him.
I’m almost flush against his chest, the only thing between us is the bags. He lowers his head, his mask inches from my face as he watches me, waiting for my reaction. What he doesn’t know is that I’ve been handled worse than this for just breathing wrong. Accidentally touching someone who knowingly considers me their enemy is more of a reason for this reaction.
“ T .” Devin’s voice is a warning, but he doesn’t seem to move because Tony’s eyes never leave mine.
I don’t move and just let him hold me in place. I listen to his steady breathing that filters through his mask, noting the small scar that’s cut through his eyebrow. The sweet scent of his vape mixed with his skin’s clean scent rushes up my nose with every breath I take. I fight the urge to reach up and touch the ridges of his mask, but unless I want to make this situation worse, I keep my free arm at my side.
“T, let her go.” Devin’s voice seems closer, but not by much. I let Tony keep me in his grip, his fingers feeling my racing pulse as his touch burns through my skin right into my veins. Electricity wraps around my body, tiny jolts shooting right to my core. The heat in his eyes matches the heat curling in my abdomen.
The seconds tick by as we stand there, just looking at one another. I wonder what he’s thinking and whether it’s the same dirty thoughts that I’ve been having as I wait for him to burst through the doors while Devin’s head is between my legs, wanting to join us. Or maybe he’s figuring out a way to kill me and make it look like an accident. The latter seems to be the more plausible choice.
He sucks in a deep breath before he uncurls his fingers from around my wrist, taking a full step back, his arm still extended toward me. He loosens his grip on the bags, and I slide them from his hand, bringing them into my chest. Taking me in one more time, he huffs out a breath and is gone, the front door slamming closed behind him as he leaves in a hurry.
I continue to stare at where he was just standing, as if I had just seen a ghost. Devin’s arm encircles my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. “Are you okay, love?” His warm breath curls around the shell of my ear as his other arm comes around my waist, both squeezing me.
I look over my shoulder at him, my face hot. “Why does he hate me so fucking much?” It’s nearly a sob as the words tumble from my lips. He loosens his grip on my waist, letting me turn to him. Burying my face in his chest, my words are muffled. “I don’t want him to hate me because I was in love with a monster.”
Devin’s hand strokes through my hair as he comforts me, tears gathering in my eyes. “He doesn’t hate you.” He wraps his arms tightly around me, hugging me even more to him. “He’s complicated and seems to have the ability to project that onto other people. He’ll come around, eventually. One way or another.” He guides my head back, closing his mouth over mine, and smothering my doubts with a deep kiss.