Page 69 of Wrecked By a Devil

My other hand comes down in a hard, stinging slap against the bare curve of her ass, the sharp sound echoing in the room, causing her to jolt against me, a muffled cry caught in her throat as her reflection turns frantic. Then, to my surprise, I notice a smile in her reflection.

I let go of her chest and slide one hand down the flat of her stomach, dipping beneath the thin string of her underwear. She’s already dripping wet, her heat scorching my fingers as I stroke down her center. I slide two fingers inside her, stretching her slowly, making her whine as I establish a brutal rhythm. Her thighs twitch and she tries to ride my hand but I hold her still, forcing her to watch herself break in the mirror before I give her the rest of me.

I press myself to her back and reach down to move her G-string to the side, before I guide myself to her entrance and push inside. The moment my dick stretches her, she moans, trying to throw her hips back and take all of me, but I place my hands firmly on her hips, locking her in place.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” I whisper, my tongue grazing her earlobe. “Look at how well you’re taking me, Riley. Look at yourself.”

She forces her eyes open, looking at our joined bodies in the reflection, her lips forming a smile. “Yes, just like that, Zeke. You feel so good.”

I begin a slow, shallow rhythm, pushing only the tip of my dick into her and then pulling it out entirely, forcing her to watchhow her entire body squirms in desperation when I pull my dick out of her. I feel my pulse accelerating from the intensity of the moment, and that awakes the animal inside of me. I push myself back in, teasing her, deliberately avoiding the deep friction she’s begging for.

“Zeke…” A plea escapes her lips, her breathing getting louder and heavier. “Please.”

“Do you still think I’m a good man?” I kiss her earlobe, my teeth grazing it gently. “Even when I’m doing this to you? When I’m torturing you like this?”

“Yes.” She tries to squirm and reach out for my dick with her tied hands, but I still her. “You’re not a monster, Zeke.”

That’s all I need to hear to pick up my pace and start moving inside of her. The deep, heavy strokes tear a loud sob of relief from her lips. It doesn’t take her long to reach an orgasm and when she comes hard, her body clamps down around me as she struggles to stay on her feet, her hands tugging against the silk tie on her wrists.

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you,” I grin, continuing to fuck her hard and fast, the sound of our bodies slamming against each other filling the office.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Ezekiel

By the time I make my way to the VIP booth reserved for me and my brothers, the club is already packed. There are drunk guys cheering on the dancers at every table, most of them throwing hundred-dollar bills like it’s snow. They’re rich and they’re not shy about it. I wonder what their families would think if they saw them like this.

“Cain just called,” Malachi sits beside me, leaning back in the leather seat. “It’s all taken care of.”

“Good,” I nod.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” He asks as if he’s able to read my mind. “You could not have possibly known that Michael was going to do that.”

“I know,” I crack my knuckles, one of the guys drawing my attention. While everyone else is observing the show from their seats, this guy keeps getting up to his feet and approaching the stage.

That’s when I spot Riley approaching the stage. She’s the next to perform after Chloe, who’s already gotten off stage and run to the dressing room to prepare the costume for her next performance.

At first my heart flutters, her words from earlier echoing in my head, but then the drunk guy spots her and he crosses her path, not letting her get on stage. He’s telling her something that seems to make her uncomfortable and then he reaches for her wrist. Riley’s eyes go wide and she immediately tries to pull herself away from him, but he’s too strong even for her and I can tell that she doesn’t want to make a scene.

I don’t wait to see what will happen next. One of the security guards is already heading in their direction, but he doesn’t get there first. By the time I reach his table, I’ve already wrapped my hand around the man’s wrist, forcing his fingers to let go of Riley.

“You’ve had enough for tonight,” I say through my teeth.

“What the fuck is your problem?” The smile disappears from his face as he snaps his hand from my grip. “Are you the fun police?”

“It’s better for you if you leave.”

“You crazy, or what?” He raises his eyebrows, furious. “She works here! It’s her job to entertain me and everyone in this place.”

“Wrong,” I try to calm myself by counting slowly to ten in my head but I lose it somewhere around three. “She works for me.”

“So? How does that change anything?”

“So,” my voice is sharp enough to make several nearby conversations die out. The music stopped playing long ago. “That means you don’t touch her unless she allows it. If you don’t want me to break your face.”

“I’ve spent fifty grand in this place,” He laughs, causing my blood to boil.

“And?”