30. Devon

Chapter thirty

Devon

T he candles flicker as I close the chapel door behind us, closing us in, the path lighting the way to the confessional once again. I watch her as she scans the space, her eyes travelling over the candles and the booth, probably remembering what I did to her last time.

She looks a little anxious, and I can’t help but think it’s because of what that sick fucking doctor had planned for her.

She’s been relatively okay, considering, but she can’t possibly be, right? Unless those years locked away have desensitised her to the point she doesn’t need to deal with the trauma.

Nah. Fuck that. I know she carries those disturbing memories with her, always.

Her big blue eyes dart up to meet mine, and I shoot her another wink, because I don’t know what else to fucking do.

This is new.

I’m never at a loss when it comes to matters of sex. But fuck, she’s… more than that.

Reaching up to the stupid Santa hat still on my head, I go to tug it off, but her sweet voice stops me.

“Don’t.” She reaches for my arm, tugging it back down. “Leave it on.”

Frowning, I narrow my eyes at her. “I hardly look like the devil with a fucking Santa hat on.”

She snickers, facing me fully and her delicate fingers reach up and start unbuttoning my shirt. She doesn’t speak, her gaze shifting from the buttons and up to my face as she goes, before pushing the fabric open to reveal my bare chest and abs.

“Now you do.”

Fuuuck. Her voice is husky from what I hope is arousal, and her gaze is a little lust drunk as she smirks wickedly, taking a few steps back to gawk at me.

“In the confessional, little mouse.”

She hesitates, her smile faltering briefly before she looks over her shoulder at the booth.

She’s nervous about going in there.

“It won’t be like last time.” I assure her, needing her to trust me, and she turns back, frowning.

“Why not?”

“So much has changed, love.”

My admission has her frown deepening, and a look of frustration gets shot back at me.

“Nothing has changed,” she protests, “I’m not some fragile damsel—”

“I never said you were, little mouse.”

“Yet you’re treating me differently because of what happened at Holly River.”

I stalk towards her, and she steps back matching my strides as we slowly travel up the candle lit path.

“It has nothing to do with Holly River, Jaxcen.”

“What does it have to do with then?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder as she hurries backwards, keeping the distance between us.

“It has to do with the fact that things between us have changed.”

She stops and frowns. “Have they?”

I nod, closing the gap and cupping her nape. “They have.” That’s the only answer she’s getting from me, so I claim her lips in a kiss that feels like she’s the one claiming me, and not the other way around.

A growl rumbles in my chest as I fist her hair, a whimper falling from her mouth into mine as we devour each other, our tongues battling for domination, and fuck, I feel like I’d give it all to her if I were a better man.

But since I’m not, I refuse to let her try and get the upper hand, tugging her hair back and taking control of the kiss.

She’s panting by the time I break it, her lips swollen, just the way I fucking love them, her blue gaze even more drunk on the situation as her tits press into my chest, and my cock presses against her pelvis.

“I don’t want to confess in there,” she whispers, but there’s no fear in her words, just fact.

She’s strong, but perhaps a confession so soon after being taken to her version of hell isn’t such a good idea tonight.

I release her hair. “We can leave.”

“No, I don’t want to leave. I want to do something… different.”

Frowning at her, I watch her eyes, trained on mine as she slowly lowers to her knees before me, and then she lowers her head.

Fuck. Not only is the possessive side of me practically preening at the sight of her in the submissive position, but the fact she still wants to do this fills me with pride.

She understands my brand of crazy.

The fact she wants to do this face to face instead of hiding behind the barrier of discretion and anonymity a confessional provides also does something to me I’m not sure how to explain.

Is it trust?

Does she trust me?

“My devil.” Her voice, so soft and innocent, sends my heart racing as she begins. “I bestow upon you my darkest sins, and ask that you bathe in my debauchery.”

I growl like the beast I am, my cock joining the party as he too appreciates her words. Her submission.

“Divulge your sins, Jaxcen. Tell me everything bad you’ve done.”

“I’ve been defiled by the devil multiple times, and I loved it,” she admits, her head lifting slowly, her gaze coming up to meet mine as I stand over her, tall and dominating. “There’s a possibility I’m already carrying the devil’s spawn.”

Again I growl, my need to possess her ready to fucking burst.

But I have to wait.

I need patience. I want this to last.

“I stole a car. A slick sexy red Corvette, and I nearly ran over the guards when I escaped. I busted up the front of the Corvette pretty badly.”

She licks her lips, her gaze dropping to the hard bulge in my pants, and my cock jerks just knowing she is looking.

“What else?” I rasp, and those big blues lock back onto my eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I broke all the speed limits in the state. I also did an illegal turn and then drove up the wrong side of the street.”

I fucking remember the sight of the Corvette half on the path half on the road, its nose pointing in the wrong direction.

“More. Tell me everything,” I demand, and her eyes flare.

“I kneed my fiancé in the balls.”

My brows shoot up at that, and again I feel pride fill me, glad she stood up to him.

“Actually, he’s not my fiancé. He’s my ex.”

“Atta girl.” I reach out and grip her chin, angling her head back more and unzipping my fly, and fuck me, the way she drags her gaze to the sight, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to wet those lips like she’s imagining wrapping them around my shaft has precum beading on my tip. “What else?”

“I nearly leaped to my death,” she whispers like she’s mesmerised by my cock, and it takes me a hot fucking second to realise what she said.

“Hold up. What did you just say?”

The way I squeeze her jaw has her attention returning to my eyes, and she gives me a one shouldered shrug .

“Dr Xavier had two male nurses with him. They came after me, and since they were blocking the entrance, the only other way out was by diving out the doors and over the balcony.”

“What!” I snap, ready to fucking murder someone. Anyone, but again, she simply shrugs like it was no big fucking deal.

“I would have rather died than let Dr Xavier take me back to Holly River,” she admits easily, but I can’t fucking fathom it.

“No,” I bark, slapping her hand away when she reaches for my cock. “You need to fight always, little mouse. You hear me?”

I’m met with her glare, as she slaps my hand away this time before wrapping her dainty hand around my shaft. “That was me fighting. That was me deciding my fate and not letting them decide it for me. That’s my prerogative.”

Fuck. I get that. I really fucking get that, but it doesn’t make it any easier to accept that if they hadn’t stopped her, she’d be dead right now.

My gut sinks at the alternative.

Them stopping her means they caught her and one of them fucking touched her. Touched my pussy.

As if she’s hoping the magic of her tongue will disorient me enough to drop the subject, Jaxcen’s pink tongue darts out as she leans closer and licks up the salty bead on the tip of my cock.

“Fuck, little mouse. You’re not playing fair.”

She shrugs. “Add that to the list of my sins.”

I grin. I fucking grin wide because holy fuck, this woman before me is so different to the one I kidnapped only days ago.

This one is confident. Taking what she wants. And more importantly, fucking fantastic at sinning for me.

“Stop, little mouse,” I rasp, fisting her hair to pull her head back right in time to stop her from wrapping those fucking perfect plump lips around me.

As soon as she does that, I know I’m a goner .

“But I wanna suck you,” she begs, her voice more whiney, but no less fucking sexy. “I want you to choke me again. Make me gag.”

“Fuck, woman. That mouth of yours is dirty tonight.”

She shrugs, biting her lower lip as her gaze darts between my cock and my face. “I want to be so dirty with the devil. I want to be filthy.”

How the fuck can I deny that?

“Okay, little mouse, but not here. Let’s go back to my room so I can spend all night making you regret begging me for that.”