Chapter 25
Devon
I made some calls and a few texts to set up what needed to be done. The gala was a bust with Caydence. Not completely, though. We made millions for Children’s Keepers, which is a good thing.
But Caydence was uncomfortable the whole time we were there after I talked her back in.
Now, as we ride home, she still isn’t herself, and that bothers me.
We pull up in front of the house, and the driver opens the door for us to get out. I climb out first and then help Caydence out before we make our way to the door.
When I open it, I let her enter the house first, and that’s when Wyatt grabs hers. She screams, but I just close the door behind us and take off my jacket and tie. Then I begin to unbutton my shirt while she watches me.
“What the hell is going on? Let me go!” she yells, trying to fight Wyatt’s hold on her. He doesn’t speak, just keeps her in place.
“You doubted me,” I tell her as I slip my arms out of my shirt and toss it to the floor. Then I reach for my undershirt and pull it off, tossing it in the pile as well.
“What are you doing?” she asks shakily.
“I’m proving to you what you mean to me,” I tell her as I walk over and pick the knife up off the table where I had Wyatt place it.
“Devon. You’re scaring me,” she says.
“Don’t be afraid, baby. You see this?” I ask, pointing with the knife to the only untattooed place on my chest. “I was saving this spot for something special,” I tell her.
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted your name tattooed on me for the world to see. For you to see. I just hadn’t made it there yet.” She doesn’t say anything as I flip the knife in my hand and press the tip to my chest. Then it hits her.
“Don’t do this!” she yells.
“Do what? Prove to you that I only want you?” I ask her. Then I start to carve the C into my chest. Caydence gasps as she watches me.
“Devon, stop! You’re hurting yourself!” she cries.
“This? This doesn’t hurt. You thinking that I don’t want you, hurts, Caydence. Now watch.” I keep going until her name is carved across my chest. She watches with wide eyes, not knowing what to say or how to react. I nod at Wyatt, who spins her around to face him and holds her tightly.
“Let me go!” she yells until she feels the tip of the knife touch her skin. “What are you doing?”
“It’s only fair that everyone knows you’re mine,” I tell her.
“Devon, please.” Before she can say anything else, I press the blade into her flesh and begin to spell my name.
Much to my surprise, she doesn’t fight Wyatt’s hold.
She stands there, no doubt gritting her teeth as I carve my name into her back across her shoulders.
I didn’t do it as deep as her name on me, but that’s the point. I don’t want to hurt her.
When I’m finished, Wyatt releases her, and she slowly turns to face me, looking at the blood as it leaks down my chest and abs. She takes the step, closing the space between us before reaching up and hesitating.
“Go ahead,” I tell her. Her fingers hover closely to the blood before she actually closes the space and touches it. She runs her fingers through it slowly before tracing her name on my chest. I nod at Wyatt, letting him know that he can go, and he does so quietly.
I reach for the straps on her dress and slip them down her arms before she pulls away from me. Her dress slides to the floor, and she stands in nothing but her panties.
I move to undo my pants and strip out of them and my underwear before I sit on the floor and motion for her to follow. Surprisingly, she drops down to her knees as I lie back.
“Ride me. Fuck me hard and fast, baby.” She begins to move to straddle me when I shake my head and motion for her to turn around. “I want to see my name on your back while you do it.”
Caydence pulls her panties to the side and grabs my already painfully hard cock and lowers herself down my length with a moan. Then she starts to ride me.
I reach up and run my fingers through the blood leaking down her back before gripping her hips in my hands. I force her to take me hard. I force her to ride me fast. My cock needs this. I need this. She needs this. She needs the reminder she’s mine, and no one else will ever take her place.
She bounces on my cock as my hands dig into her hips. She’s moaning and groaning, and I can’t seem to get enough of her.
“Devon,” she whimpers.
“You want to come already?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“I … I love you.” Hearing the words leave her mouth means everything to me. She gets it now. She understands I will do anything for her. That I want her, and I need her.
“Fuck me, Caydence. Take it all,” I tell her as she keeps going. She rides me hard until her body begins to tremble and she lets go. Her sweet wetness envelopes my cock as I release inside her. I sit up and wrap my arms around her, holding her in place as I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“You love me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because you’re everything to me.” I kiss her shoulder once more, and her pussy tightens around me. I groan before lifting her off me. She stands, and I move to do the same. Then I take her hand and lead her upstairs so I can clean her back up.
When we get into the bathroom, she stares into the mirror.
“Does this make me crazy?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“That I love you after everything you’ve done. Am I crazy?”
“Why would that make you crazy?” I ask her as I grab a rag and wet it.
“You killed someone. You carved your name into my back. This … it just doesn’t happen in real life, Devon.”
“Why not? Because society says it’s not normal? Maybe it’s our normal.”
“You think this is normal?” she laughs a little.
“I didn’t hear any complaints while you were fucking me.”
“I mean it, Devon. This is wrong.” I step up behind her and wipe the blood off her back as she watches me in the mirror.
“Who’s to say it’s wrong? Who’s to say what’s right? We all like different things, don’t we? We’re allowed to like different things, Caydence. We don’t have to be what others deem as normal.”
“This doesn’t bother you?”
“Not in the slightest,” I tell her as I finish cleaning her up. I move to clean myself up when she takes the cloth and does it for me. Then she raises her hand and traces her name on my chest.
“Why me?”
“Why not you?”
“I’m just some girl who got shit on in life. I’m no one special,” she says softly.
“Maybe not to them. Maybe not to the ones who hurt you, but to me, you are. You’re more than special, Caydence.”
“What if you get tired of me, and this was all for nothing?” she asks, keeping her eyes on my chest. I reach for her chin and lift it so she’s looking at me.
“I’ll never get tired of you. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“I’m not sure why.”
“Because you’re everything I can picture myself having forever, Caydence. You’re the earth that keeps me grounded. You’re the air that keeps me breathing. You don’t have to understand it because I do.”
“Are you sure?”
“I just carved your name into my chest, into my flesh. Yes, I’m sure.” I lean down and kiss her softly, letting her know that everything is the way it’s supposed to be. She’s exactly where she’s supposed to be, with me.