Chapter Thirty-Five
Roselyn
I wake up, and Devious is not in bed, though he’s usually up before I am. I haven’t slept so well in a long time. I swing my legs off the bed and grab my gray blouse and jeans with holes over the knees, then brush my teeth and hair and proceed to go downstairs to the dining room. My jaw drops at the view. Pink and purple balloons are tied to a bag on the marble table. I waltz to the bag, and next to it is a birthday cake with my name scribbled across it. I haven’t celebrated my birthday since I was fourteen years old. Papa stopped because he said I was too old, and Mama was in and out of the psychiatric ward, so she would lose a chunk of time. Tears wet my eyes as I take the gift out of the bag along with a note.
Nymph, Happy Twentieth Birthday. This day is all about you. We’re going to have lunch, then I’m going to take you shopping, then I have a big surprise for you later on. Look on the seat for your second gift.
D xo
I grab the short red dress and then pick up the box and unwrap it. It’s a pair of pink and black DC sneakers.
The door opens, and Devious is dressed in a navy suit with a black shirt and Italian loafers. His hair is cut short and he cleaned up his beard.
His eyes meet mine, and he holds out his arms. I rush up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“Happy Birthday.”
I kiss him long and hard. “Thank you.”
“You like the opera?”
“Yes. My mother used to take me all the time.”
“It’s one of your birthday gifts. Now, go change into the dress I bought you, and wear your new shoes.”
I head to the bedroom. I put on a full face of makeup and wear the red dress. I straighten my hair, and it stops past the middle of my back.
He grabs my hand and leads me to the under garage. King and three other bodyguards get into the SUV, and Devious helps me into the seat and straps my seat belt. He sits next to me, holding my hand.
During the drive, I have butterflies in my stomach. Devious wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my forehead, and we pull up to the busy building.
After shopping for new clothes, we have lunch at a small café. We go to the opera then have dinner at a fancy restaurant, and at ten o’clock, we enter a fancy, high-end club. The club is elegant, and a lot of rich people are here, wearing masks. Devious gives me one in the shape of a butterfly before he puts his on, which is the shape of a skull.
I place mine over my face. “You’ve been here before?”
“I own this club. We’re still on my territory.”
We hit the dance floor, and Devious places his hands on my hips, swaying back and forth. I lay my head on his chest as reggae music plays in the background, and then he kisses me.
He takes me by the bar and orders us shots. This is not what I expected for how he wanted to celebrate my birthday. I expected him to take me out to a more reserved place, not a nightclub filled with rich people. The waiter offers him a cigar, and he takes it, and the waiter lights it up for him.
“We’re not here for business?” I ask.
“No. I spoke to Lex last week, and he told me you haven’t celebrated your birthday since you were fourteen years old.”
I need to change the subject.
“You told me you can’t have days off.”
“I can’t, but…” He tucks a few strands behind my hair and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “Right now, you’re more important than anything else.”
My little heart thumps with happiness.
He wraps his hand around my mine, and we go to the VIP section where he sits on the couch and we remove our masks. The waitress pours me a glass of champagne, and I move my hips to the music. Devious’s eyes are glued to my body as he puffs on his cigar.
“Dance with me?” I ask.
“I’ll watch you,” he tells me.
I feel nervous as his eyes beam with excitement. He scans every inch of my body, and then his eyes rest on my perky breasts. Devious puts out his cigar and comes up to me, towering over me.
“Keep dancing,” he says, placing his hands on my hips, his eyes never leaving mine. The mood is intense, and I feel his hands on my thigh, lifting my dress over my hips.
“What are you doing?”
“Touching you.”
“People can see us through the glass window.”
“Keep dancing, nymph.” He keeps his eyes on me, and my breath hitches as he slides his fingers inside of me. My heart flutters as I feel my body come alive.
“I want to fuck you, Roselyn. Right here and right now.” He digs his dick into my stomach. “Would you let me fuck you right here in front of everyone?”
“It’s not like I have a choice now, do I?”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “No. Because you belong to me, heart and soul, and I own every inch of you. But you love that I own you, don’t you?”
He grabs my neck and squeezes. Normally, I would be afraid of him choking me, but not this time. I crave his possessiveness. I love the way he craves me the way I crave him. What we have is… toxic. But I don’t care. When it feels right, it feels right.
“Yes. I do.”
He leans down and bites the shell of my ear. “You like that I use you as my fuck toy. You like my dick inside you, owning your pussy. You like my tongue licking your pussy like I can’t get enough of it. You like that I don’t ask and I take it. You like being my personal whore.”
I groan loudly. “I do. So what are you going to do about it? Keep talking, or are you going to take me?”
I grab his face and kiss him long and hard, then bite his lip. One of his fingers moves on my clit slowly.
“Keep dancing, baby.”
I continue to move my hips slowly, and after several minutes, I come on his fingers. He removes his fingers and then sticks one in my mouth.
“How do you taste?”
“Good,” I say.
He kisses me again, and then he dances with me, grinding his dick against my ass.
He goes and grabs the champagne bottle from the ice in the bucket, and he lightly tugs the strings of my dress until my breasts are on full display. He licks his lips as he holds the bottle to my mouth.
“Drink, my nymph.”
I open wide, and he pours the red beverage in my mouth and on my nipples. I flinch at the coolness of the drink.
“Push your tits together.”
I do what he says, and he leans down and brings my right nipple into his mouth. He sucks softly, then takes the other nipple in his mouth, awakening every cell in my body.
“Fuck,” I moan. My nipples are growing sensitive, and my clit and my core are pulsing with arousal. Pure adrenaline courses through my veins, and my heart beats faster than a drum at a rock concert. Devious pours the alcohol down my stomach, and he licks my torso. I shudder at his warm tongue.
He yanks my G-string down, and I bite my lips.
“Hurry up and fuck me, Devious.” I moan loudly.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Like I’m a slut.”
“Say please.”
“What?”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
He gets on his knees, and I loop one leg over his shoulders as he pours champagne on my clit and rests the bottle on the floor. He licks me viciously, and I moan out his name as I ride his face. I let out a scream as I come on his tongue.
He stands up, and I see his dick pressing against his slacks.
He unzips his pants, then pulls down my dress further, and I’m completely naked, only wearing my sneakers.
“Turn around, nymph. I want you to face the dance floor.”
“Wait, what? You said they can see me.”
“I want the crowd to see your face when you come.”
Nervousness bubbles inside of me. People—actual people—are going to watch me. I do what he says and lean against the glass, and my nipples press against the cold surface.
I feel him pushing inside of me, and I sigh out loud.
He slaps my ass. “I thought you said I would never hear you beg.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I plead.
He thrusts inside of me, and the glass vibrates.
He places his hand on my throat and the other one on my hip as he pounds into me harder and harder.
“Yes, Devious.”
He squeezes my neck hard and rubs my clit. My body feels as if it’s going to overload with sensation and I’m going to combust any second.
“Devious, this is too much!”
I try to push his fingers away, but he keeps moving faster. My orgasm builds and hums all the way from my head down to my toes. I feel exhausted, and then he pulls out, turns me around, licks my clit some more. He grabs my thigh, slides back inside of me, and fucks me hard. My back hurts against the glass. He digs his nails in my flesh as he comes so hard that he bites down on my lips. When he lets me go, he zips up his pants and yanks my dress back up.
“You liked giving everyone a show out there?”
“I was so busy enjoying myself that I wasn’t paying attention. Did you?”
He smirks. “It wasn’t a show because no one can see through the glass.” He grabs my hand. “I’ll never allow anyone to see you naked. I said it to fuck with you.”
I stroke my fingers through his dark hair and smile. “You dirty bastard.”
Once we finish drinking and dancing, we head home. We can be together. I can picture us falling in love and being happy. I can get used to being treated like I matter to him. What happens if I decide to forgive him and trust him? We could be good together, even though we’re complete opposites. We balance each other out, we keep each other on our toes, and we both don’t take anyone’s shit. Fine. We have a lot in common, and I know what type of person I’m dealing with. If only I could let my guard down with him. It’ll never happen to us, actually falling in love with each other.
When we get to the manor, Devious tears my dress off me, and the scraps of fabric hit the floor. He unbuttons his cuff links.
“How do you want to be fucked, birthday girl?”
I jump in his arms and kiss his lips. “Like you love me.”
Then he fucks me so hard my back and pussy are sore.