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27. Jaxcen

Chapter twenty-seven

Jaxcen

T his is it. The moment he learns what sort of person I really am, and he runs away. I mean, I can’t actually imagine Devon running away from anything or anyone, but maybe he’ll just boot me out on my arse and tell me never to return.

Pressing my hands to his shoulders, I push Devon gently, and he shifts off me, letting me sit up. My head spins as I do, so I close my eyes briefly and let my head get used to my new position.

“Take it slowly. The drugs are probably still in your system,” Devon mumbles, sitting up with me and stroking my hair back again.

He likes to do that. And I like when he does that. It makes me feel cherished.

Important.

Seen.

Blinking my eyes open again, the room doesn’t spin this time, and I take in the sight of the man studying me with so much concern.

He’ll hate me soon.

He’ll never look at me like this again.

“I left something out of my story before,” I whisper, watching him closely for any reaction.

So far, nothing.

“It was about the reason why I got sent to Dr Xavier. ”

There’s a slight tug of his brows now, but that’s it. His dark gaze is still on mine, and he waits quietly for me to continue.

“The nightmares happened. And I kept telling my parents I wasn’t lying, but…”

“But?” he asks, his finger hooking under my chin to lift my gaze to his when I try to look at my fidgeting hands in my lap.

“They kept sending me back to Sunday school. And started sending Presley too. She hadn’t been before that because she was in the choir, and they rehearsed a lot and received most of her teachings in that group, but for some reason, on this particular day, my parents sent her to Sunday school with me.”

Nausea rolls my gut at the memory.

“Presley’s innocent eyes, although older than mine, really believed I was lying too, since that’s what my parents told her.” I remember feeling so alone then. “Brother Eric took a liking to her straight away, and when it came to the checking of the privates part of the day, he started with her.”

Even though my lower lip is trembling, and I’m not entirely sure I won’t puke at any moment, my glare into Devon’s eyes is fuelled by the same rage I felt that day.

“He fucking touched her?”

I nod. “I still remember her face when he called her to the centre where he kneeled. She thought she was special. That she was about to receive praise I guess, but the moment he told her to lift her dress,” I choke out, a sob lurching from my lips. “I’ll never forget the fear in her eyes when she shot me a look.”

“Fuck, Jax. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Yes. I do. You need to know so you can decide if you want me around you or the people in this town.”

The frown that creases his forehead is severe, and his tone is harsh.

“There’s nothing that will change this.” He points aggressively between us. “You need to understand that, love.”

Love .

I love it when he calls me that. I love it when he calls me little mouse, that term no longer making me feel meek, but adored. And I love it when he calls me Jax.

“Presley said no,” I say, swiping at my tears. “She told him firmly, no you’re not allowed to do that. And he ignored her. Simply lifted her dress anyway and laid his perverted hands on her.”

My lip curls as rage bubbles inside me, and that familiar unhinged feeling engulfs me.

“The scissors were so close, and before I knew it, they were in my hand, and when I blinked again I was standing over Brother Eric’s blood soaked body as he gasped for air.” I shake my head, trying to clear the memory, but it’s there now. So clear. So engulfing.

“A bloodied bubble kept expanding from his lips. In and out. In and out. I remember feeling happy. I stopped him. He couldn’t touch Presley again.”

“Come back to me.” Devon’s deep rasp has me blinking, the sight of Brother Eric’s dying body floating away like smoke in the wind, and in its place are those dark smouldering eyes that own my soul with one look.

“I’m back,” I whisper, offering him a small smile, even though I don’t particularly feel like smiling. “I got sent to Dr Xavier for killing Brother Eric, because of course, a ten year old can’t go to prison, and if I could be so violent, I must be crazy, right?”

“Wrong,” Devon snaps. “Everything the adults did in your life was wrong.”

I shrug. “Even so.” I tap the side of my head. “There’s a monster in me. There’s an unhinged part of me that has the potential to snap.”

“It was fucking appropriate given the circumstances, Jax. A monster that comes out to do the right thing, is a monster I want to know.”

“You’re so weird.” I half giggle before my smile falls away altogether .

“Well this weirdo’s opinion of you hasn’t changed, little mouse. So no more thinking there’s something wrong with you.”

His warm lips press to my forehead, and I sink into it, letting him hold us there for a long moment before he pulls back to study my face once again.

“I’m sorry I ran off,” I whisper, needing him to know that I really am regretful for not trusting him to help me.

“Don’t say sorry now.” He grins wickedly. “You know where penance happens here.”

Heat flushes my cheeks at the reminder, and I grin.

“Is that really a thing?”

“With you and me, yes.” He nods, hooking his arm around my back and tugging me onto his lap.

“You like it when I sin.” My words are more of a statement than a question, leaving Devon’s wicked grin to grow.

“Fuck, yes.”

Biting my lip as I grin back, I glide my hands over his shoulders to the back of his neck and admit. “I like sinning for you.”

“Good.” He nips at my lips. “I expect so many more sins, little mouse. Let’s start with some gluttony, hey?”

“Really?” I giggle, as those sinful lips of his trail down my neck.

“Yes, you’re too skinny.” He pulls back, still smirking and gives my arse a swift slap. “Let’s eat.”

I nod, feeling my stomach rumble at that suggestion.

“But first, let’s shower you,” he says right before he lifts me, sliding us out of the bed, and carries me to his bathroom.

He lowers me to the cool tiled floor, and I watch him as he turns the water on in the shower, his hand held out as he tests the temperature.

How did this happen?

Him and me? Me and him?

It’s so bizarre to think I only met him a few days ago, yet I feel like I’ve known him for years.

What a strange thought.

There’s still so much I don’t know about him, but what I do know is probably the most important thing.

He may be the devil, but he’s a good man. To me, anyway. And I guess to the people of this town, if what I’m piecing together is true.

“What are you staring at?” he asks playfully, eyeing me as he holds his hand out for me to go to him.

I don’t even hesitate, shooting him a grin as I pull his t-shirt off me.

“Who dressed me?” I ask, having no idea what happened after I blacked out at the facility.

“It was a team effort.” He winks, and my brows hitch.

“A team effort? Explain.”

“Well…” He tugs me forward, his eyes dropping to my naked chest and the way my nipples are already in tight peaks. “While I stripped that fucking hospital gown off you, Finn got the t-shirt from my drawer, and Mabel peeled back the bed sheets so I could lay you down. Then Finn tossed me the shirt and I slipped it on you while Mabel got a warm washcloth and cleaned up most of the juice clinging to your skin.” He grazes his thumb over my cheek, and I can tell he’s remembering the sight.

“So, what you’re saying is Mabel and Finn saw me naked.”

He shrugs. “Finn’s my best mate. We share a lot.”

My eyes widen. “Um, excuse me? You’re not sharing me.”

Chuckling, he shakes his head. “Nope. Not like that, but…”

“But?”

“I trust him to take care of you if I can’t, little mouse. And I trust his discretion when he helps me with something I consider important. There’s no one on this earth more loyal to me than Finn.”

Wow. How nice that must be to have that sort of unconditional loyalty. I’m both envious, and happy for him.

“What about your parents? Your mother?”

His eyes darken at my question, and his tone is final.

“We’re not speaking about them today. ”

“Oh... okay.” I nod, a little confused as to why it was alright for me to open up and not him.

Not saying another word, Devon strips out of his boxers and leads me into his shower. His rather big shower that has plenty of room for two people. Probably even four.

Tugging me under the water with him, I stay silent, watching his face as he reaches up and runs his hands over my hair, helping the water to soak through, before he does the same to his own.

He’s avoiding my eyes. I can tell. His focus remains on pumping out the shampoo and lathering my hair, before spinning me to face the tiled wall where he proceeds to massage my scalp.

A moan escapes me as goosebumps travel over my skin from the way the tips of his fingers dig into my scalp.

“You like that, little mouse?”

“Yes.” I breathe, my lids fluttering closed as I give in to yet another way Devon Marx makes me feel good.

“My parents aren’t good people,” he admits quietly behind me, and my eyes part slightly, as I take in his tone.

I should tell him he doesn’t have to divulge this to me, but he continues, and I don’t want to be rude and interrupt him.

“I always knew it, even as a young kid. My father disciplined with his fists. My mother disciplined by making sure Dad knew of our transgressions.” His fingers leave my scalp, and run through the ends of my hair, slowly stroking, slowly cleaning. “I’m the oldest of five. I have three sisters and a brother. I always made sure I took their punishments. There was no way I was letting my old man lay a hand on my siblings if I could help it.”

Not able to bear not seeing his face, I turn to him, taking in his flat expression, and the way he still tries to avoid my eyes.

“You protected your sisters and brother,” I point out and he shrugs.

“As much as I could. ”

“What are their names?” I ask, wanting to know everything about him.

“Lily is the oldest sister, just a couple of years younger than me. I haven’t seen her in years. She… moved away.”

“Moved away?” I nudge, hoping he’ll open up even more.

“Yeah, she lives in the UK. Went on a gap year and ended up getting knocked up by a real douche preppy motherfucker. Our parents being the rays of sunshine they are, demanded she abort the pregnancy, so she never returned. She’s been across the other side of the world ever since, raising her twin sons. She thinks Barrett is the only one who knows where she is in England, but I know.”

“Who’s Barrett? Is he your younger brother?”

“Nah. Barrett is one of my many cousins. He works mostly overseas, brokering deals for the family business. He’s been keeping an eye on Lily for me.”

“You miss her,” I state, pressing my palms to his bare chest, and he nods.

“I imagine she’d be an amazing mum. And I imagine she’s happy, no longer part of the Marx empire.”

“You sound like you hate it.”

He shrugs. “It has its perks and its downfalls, like most things in life.”

I nod, fully understanding that now.

“Tell me about your other siblings.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really want to know that boring shit?”

“It’s not boring to me.”

He chuckles, shifting me back under the water and proceeds to rinse out the shampoo.

“Jenaveve and Elise are my other sisters. They live their own lives away from my parents as much as they can. And me too, I guess. I’m not known to be very accommodating.”

My brows shoot up. “Aside from your cockiness,” I grin, eliciting a smirk from him, “you are very accommodating.”

“Depends who you ask, I suppose.”

“What about your brother? Is he like you? ”

Devon scoffs. “By looks only. Fucker gets into too much trouble. Doesn’t have much self control. Life is just one big fucking party to him.”

I giggle. “You sound jealous.”

“Fuck, maybe I am.” He grins, and then his smile falls away.

“I have parents and siblings, but my real family is Finn, and then I guess my men and cousins. They are all that matter.”

I nod, standing on my tip toes, and Devon meets me halfway, leaning down to press his lips to mine.

That’s all it takes for the heat to spike inside the shower, his arms weaving around me and pulling me flush against his naked front.

This guy here with me now, is so much different to the guy I met at St Catherine’s the other night. He’s gentle, but rough at the same time. His kiss is claiming, and hell I want him to claim every part of my being. And he’s hungry, ravenous as he growls into my mouth, his erection getting harder by the second, pressed to my belly.

“I want you.” I breathe into our kiss, and he growls again, lifting me, my legs wrapping around him before I feel the cold tiles at my back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, breaking our kiss to stare into my eyes, his dark gaze melting me like butter.

“You won’t.” I remind him, “I need this.”

The way his lips slam into mine is beyond claiming. They are fevered as they demand mine to comply, and hell, this is exactly what I love about Devon Marx.

He dominates me so thoroughly. It makes me want to give him every last piece of my soul.

“I want to fill you up.” He groans, fisting his cock between us and sliding the thick swollen tip at my entrance.

“Yes. Fill me up,” I beg, not sure if I just want his dick to fill me, or his cum.

That thought has my pussy aching, desperate to be stretched and dominated. Desperate for him.

I should probably question where my head is at, because his cum could mean a baby, since I’ve never taken the contraceptive pill, and I know I’m not ready for children, but the risk of it is somehow making this all the more hotter, and I want the filthy version of him that is obsessed with putting his baby inside me.

“I wanna fill you with so much cum that you almost drown in it.” He grunts before slamming his dick inside me, and my back arches as I cry out, loving that stretch he gives me with his girth.

“Fuck, Jax. Your cunt is so tight. So fucking hot.” He eases out and slams back in. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant, meeting his thrust with my own as he picks up his pace. “Don’t ever stop.”

A frenzy takes over us, moans, grunts, pants, and wet slaps filling the room as we lose ourselves in each other. His fingers find my nipples, tweaking them as he pounds me into the tiled wall, the press of his pubic bone against my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, hurling me over the edge far too soon.

He doesn’t stop though, his dick pistoning into me, his breathing harsh and grunts deep as he claims my insides, and shoots me into a full bodied climax again before he finally groans out his release.

Our panted breathing is loud and echoes in the shower, steam billowing around us as the shower still runs, long forgotten by our frenzy.

“Fuck, sorry, little mouse. That was kind of rushed.”

I giggle at his words, pushing at his shoulders so he shifts enough that I can see his face.

“Fast and hard isn’t a bad thing.” I wink, and his teeth make an appearance as he smiles. Like truly smiles.

Wow.

What a beautiful sight.

“Are you fuckers done yet?” a voice comes from somewhere outside the door, and my mouth drops into an O as Devon grins, and leans to the side to push the shower door open .

“You better not have your dick out.” Devon teases as Finn comes into view, and oh my god.

I try to cover myself and realise Devon’s body is basically doing that by the way he has me trapped against the wall.

“Nope. Watching you rail your girl isn’t my kink, man.” Finn smirks, and I bury my face in Devon’s neck, mortified.

“So why the fuck are you here eavesdropping?” Devon snaps, almost sounding annoyed at his best mate.

“Play time’s over.” Finn chuckles. “There are cops at the front gate.”

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