Page 98 of Mr. Devereaux


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I shake my head. “I like the silk.”

“Me too. Silk won’t hurt you like rope will.”

My heart swoons just a little bit, even if I’m still unaware why he was in such a mood earlier. I’m slowly learning there are a few layers to Alistair, as well as his moods — and not all of them are pretty. In fact, he’s moodier than any female I’ve ever known.

My heart races in my chest as he begins peppering kisses from my ankle, all the way up to my knees, purposely avoiding between my legs, where I need him the most.

“What did you do today?”

I pull against my restraints when his lips caress my ass cheek. “You know what I did. I spent your money and you jerked off on it.”

He huffs a laugh. “Is that what you think I do?”

“Isn’t it?”

He pauses. “I enjoy it when you spend my money, yes.”

“Do you let other women do that? Spend your money?”

“Unless I’m in a relationship with them — which I told you I haven’t been for a while — then no.”

“So why me?”

“We have an arrangement, Charlize.” He sounds gruff, like I’m overstepping the line, but I don’t care. The lines are already blurred. “Did you forget that already?”

I’m a fool thinking that he could possibly feel anything for me other than to get his rocks off. And he does it so well. Typical of me to make something more out of it than it is. I don’t know why I’m surprised at myself. I always self-protect, but this time I’ve let Alistair wine and dine me into oblivion, and it’s only been a couple of weeks since our arrangement. Clearly, he does not feel the same way, and that feeling washes over me that he wants an apartment for me to keep me under lock and key.

So he knows where I am at all times. So he can buy me off.

Is that what he’s doing?

“Of course I didn’t forget.”

“Good. Then can you shut up for a minute while I try and fuck you?”

“What if I don’t?”

Before I can turn to give him a smug smile, he’s on me and I squeal. He quickly slides something over my head and I realise it’s a gag.

“This is what happens if you don’t.”

“You’re going to gag me?” I gasp.

“Yes, I am, and because I won’t be able to hear your smart mouth, you’ll need to wiggle your fingers if you want me to stop, okay?”

I’m so turned on by his words, I realise I’d let this man do anything to me.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation.

He slides the gag down and secures it around my mouth. “Finally, we have quiet,” he sighs. “Now, where were we?”

I jiggle my ass at him and the paddle comes down on my ass. It’s not terribly hard, but because I wasn’t expecting it, the sting hits a little differently.

“Was that too hard?”

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