CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Devon
The thought of Sara tied up on the pool table was giving me a constant fucking rock-hard dick. Fucking blue balls. The cold shower didn’t help much either. Her confession was driving me mad. I was still pissed about all the lying and the secrets. And I hated these guys who were supposed to be my brothers and this stupid fucking cult we were all messed up in.
But knowing that I gave Sara her first orgasm…fuck if it didn’t make me feel like a goddamn king. I wanted to give her more. I wanted her all to myself. Forever. I shrugged into clean black sweatpants and paced my room. My body felt hot and itchy, the cotton rubbing against my skin making my dick twitch.
“Fuck this.”
I pulled out my phone and opened the video feed from the cameras in the house. Andras gave each of us access to the app that monitored the cameras and controlled the intercom system throughout The Towne House. I pulled up the media room camera. Sara was staring up at the camera angrily, like she knew we were watching. She had the body of a fucking goddess. Her muscles were toned, and her curves soft. Her breasts heaved as she panted angrily. The piercing in her navel glinted, and the tattoos along her arms and down her sides made her look like a dark goddess of my very own wet dreams. The ache inside me grew too strong to resist. When no one else appeared on the cameras, I stalked down to the room.
Sara’s head tilted up when she heard my footsteps. “Oh hey, Dev. Welcome back. Thought maybe you forgot about me.”
“I could never forget you, beautiful. Even if I wanted to.” I ran a hand through my messy, wet hair.
She frowned. “Do you want to? Forget about me?”
I sighed. “Part of me does.”
Her face fell. I took the last few steps toward the table and tucked her loose hair behind her ear. She stared up at me with those piercing blue-green eyes. I don’t know how I didn’t see them shooting daggers at me through the colored contacts. It seemed so obvious now.
“Well, feel free to leave then,” Sara snapped. “I don’t need someone around who secretly wishes I was gone. Why don’t you go back to your bar, Dev?”
“It’s not that simple, and you know it,” I growled down at her, bracing my arms on the edge of the pool table.
Sara shook her head. “No, it really is.”
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’m not leaving you.”
“He says with a look of disdain. Fuck off, Dev.”
She tried to look away, but I held firm and leaned in closer to her.
“I could never leave you, Sara. And I don’t want to. I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else. I want to take you away from all of this and give you mind-blowing orgasms for the rest of our lives.”
Sara’s pupils dilated with desire, and her lips parted as I stared down at her perfect body with raw hunger. I leaned down and kissed her, consuming her fire. Her skin was soft and smooth. I traced the tattoos along her torso with my tongue, enjoying the sound of her moans.
“Fuck I need to be inside you,” I snarled into her mouth. “I want them to hear you scream my name.”
“You can’t make me come.” Sara gulped down oxygen. “Andras will punish us if we break the rules.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not afraid of his punishments.”
Sara laughed, and her own gaze filled with mischief. “Yeah, well, I am. If I have to go more than one day without orgasms, I might die.”
I chuckled, leaning down and kissing her navel, nipping her soft, sensitive skin with my teeth.
“Dev,” Sara whispered my name like a prayer, and I met her gaze. “Let me give you some relief.”
I arched an eyebrow even as blood throbbed down through my dick. “You want my cock in your mouth, beautiful?”
Sara bit her full bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.”
I groaned, reaching in my sweatpants and stroking the head of my cock. I didn’t have the strength to say no, even if I couldn’t fully pleasure her too. I dropped my sweatpants, and she eyed my dick hungrily.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Sara,” I murmured as my dick swelled. I stalked around the table, pulling myself onto it, near her pretty head. I leaned back on my heels, and she tilted her neck back, looking at me with pure lust in her eyes. “Open those pretty plump lips, baby.”
Sara licked her full lips, and I pressed the tip of my cock to her mouth. Her tongue licked and swirled over my slit, lapping up the pre-cum. I leaned forward, and she relaxed her throat, taking all of me in at once. I groaned, rocking slowly in and out of her mouth. Her back arched, and she tugged at the straps, locking her body in place. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last very long. I leaned over her, rocking my hips as she took my cock like a good fucking girl.
I braced my hands on either side of her hips and dropped my mouth to her beautiful, pink cunt. She was so fucking wet. Sara moaned, and the vibration of it ran through my dick, forcing me to shudder with need for her and everything her body could give me. I pulled away from her pussy and leaned back again, rocking faster, harder, fucking her mouth. She whimpered, straining with need, and I groaned her name as I came hard in her mouth. I pulled out, not wanting her to choke, and let my cum spill onto her chest.
Her lips were swollen, and her chest heaved. It was a beautiful fucking sight to behold. I slid off the pool table and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. I snatched my sweatpants from the floor and was about to wipe up the mess I made when Andras’s voice boomed over the intercom.
“Leave it.”
I snarled, glaring at the camera. “You’re being a fucking prick, Blackbyrn.”
Sara laughed. “Like I give a fuck if his cum is all over my chest.” She glared up at the camera. “Come down here and see how nice I treat you, asshole.”
I moved to wipe her up anyway, but Sara shook her head.
“Leave it.” Her commanding tone was as stubborn as Andras’s and it made me grin.
“Whatever you say, beautiful. Are you cold?” I grabbed a blanket and brought it to the table but she shook her head.
“Nah. I don’t really get cold.” She winked at me, and my dick twitched like it was ready for round two. “Besides, I’m all hot and bothered right now. I’d rather have an ice bath than a blanket.”
I laughed. “You’re not like any woman I’ve ever met, Sara Braun.”
Her smile faded, her eyes clouding with memories, and I swallowed, realizing what I said. She wasn’t Sara Braun. She was Seraphina, daughter of Aurora, who was murdered by my father. My cult.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, unsure what to say. I hadn’t fully wrapped my brain around this entirely fucked situation. Every hour we spent together, more secrets spilled out. “Just so you know. I don’t care what your name is. Or what color your eyes are. I will always want you. Always.”
I turned away before she could respond. I was a coward. A fucking coward because I wasn’t ready to hear what she had to say. I shot a text to the others, letting them know I was heading to the bar to pick up kegs and liquor for the party. I needed to get the fuck out of this house.