Page 47 of Wrecked By a Devil

“But I do,” she sighs, her eyes dropping to our hands. “How can I pretend I don’t when it’s so big?”

“Do you trust me?” That might be the most stupid question I could have asked of but it escapes my lips before I can control myself.

“I do,” she nods, surprising me. “For whatever reason, despite my rational brain telling me to be careful, I trust you.”

“Then trust me when I say the best thing you can do to protect yourself is to keep quiet, don’t ask questions, and if it comes up in a conversation, pretend to be clueless,” Asking that of Riley might as well be asking a tree to speak, but I need to keep her safe. And she will not be safe if she goes around asking questions that she shouldn’t.

“Will anything happen to me if I keep working at the Eden?” Her voice almost breaks as she speaks again. I can see the genuine fear in her eyes, she really believes she is in danger just by working for me.

“I will do everything in my power to make sure no one else goes missing,” I reassure her. “And to find the other girls.”

She sighs, pulling her hand away from mine as she leans back in the booth. “Okay…”

“So, next question…” I smile, trying to shake the dark cloud away. “Question six?—”

“It’s question five, genius,” she interrupts me, laughing.

“Right, question five,” I correct myself, continuing. “Are you ready to lose a pool game?”

Riley’s eyes snap back to mine, the heavy fear from a second ago instantly turning into a sharp, challenging spark. She’s enjoying this.

“I told you I’m not a pro,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “But I’m definitely not losing to a guy who eats his fries bland.”

“Is that a challenge, Riley?” I lean in, the sudden sight of her getting competitive making my blood run hot.

“Name the stakes, Kavanagh.”

“If you win, I’ll buy you that Audemars Piguet you used to draw” I murmur, watching her eyes go wide. Before she can even protest, I drop my voice lower, locking her in place. “But when I win… I get to take you the bathroom, lock the door and do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

She swallows hard, her throat moving as a dark, heavy blush creeps up her neck. Her fingers tighten around the edge of the table, her chest rising as she tries to find her voice. It takes all of my self-control not to burst into laughter.

She knows she’s going to lose and yet, her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip in pure, submissive anticipation. “It’s a deal,” she whispers.

Ten minutes later, I’m pocketing the solid black eight-ball into the corner pocket without a shred of mercy. Riley stands by the edge of the table, her pool cue resting against her hip, staring at the empty table with a breathless, defeated smile.

I don’t say a single word, I just drop my cue onto the felt and walk straight up to her. When I wrap my fingers tightly around her wrist, she doesn’t pull away. Instead she follows my heavy strides down the narrow, dimly lit hallway at the back of the bar, her breathing already turning short and frantic.

I push open the door of the restroom, pull her inside, and slam it shut behind us, twisting the lock with a sharp, echoing click.

The space is small and smells of generic soap mixed with the underlying heat of our bodies. I don’t give her time to think. I back her up against the cold tile wall, my hands immediately gripping her wrist to lift her onto the edge of the porcelain sink.

“Zeke—” She gasps, her hands flying to clutch my shoulders as her skirt hitches up her thighs.

“You lost the bet,” I growl, crowding between her legs, my large frame blocking her entirely from the rest of the room.

I don’t waste any time with clothes and immediately reach under her skirt, my fingers finding the damp, heavy heat soaking through the center of her cotton panties. She lets out a soft whimpering cry, her back arching off the wall the moment my thumb presses firmly against her swollen clit through the fabric.

“Look at me, Riley,” I command, my voice rough and entirely unyielding. “You’re dripping wet.”

She forces her glassy, desperate eyes open, staring down at me as I drop to my knees between her thighs. I grip her knees, pushing them wide apart, and hook her underwear to the side, exposing her completely to the cool air of the room. Her body trembles violently, her fingers burying into my hair as if she might fall if she doesn’t hold on.

I lean in and take a deep, wet lap from her opening all the way up to her tight little knot.

This is reckless.

“Zeke!!!” Riley cries out my name, her hips jerking on instinct, trying to slam herself against my mouth to find relief.

“Stay still,” I instruct against the wet skin, my hands tightening like vices on her thighs, locking her in place. “The deal was I get to do whatever I want. And right now, I want you to stay still and not move until I tell you to.”