Page 27 of Devour

I look at the clock, noting I have forty-five minutes until dinner.

Fuck it.

I want to prove I can take whatever he throws at me. That’s what this is to him. It’s a game. And I don’t fucking lose.

The towel falls to the floor as I spread my legs wide to slide the vibrator inside my pussy. I’m already fucking wet thinking about tonight, so it goes in easily. The external piece sits right against my clit. It’s not doing anything yet. It’s just there, settled against me, waiting for the torture Axl is going to give me tonight. He probably won’t even let me get off either.

I pull on a black dress that hits mid-thigh and fits tight through my waist. It has a low back, so I skip the bra. The neckline also sits low, and my breasts look amazing in it. My black lace thong holds the external piece of the device tighter against my clit.

My hair and makeup take forever because I’m trying too hard to look perfect. He still can’t fuck me, so I might as well torture him in my own way.

This is my life. My cunt is already clenching around this thing, and I don’t give a shit what happens at dinner. Everyone at the table is going to watch Axl fuck me tomorrow if he catches me in the hunt. So tonight, I’ll drink a bunch of wine and take whatever he plans to do to me.

I grab my phone.

Me: I hope you’re happy, my king.

That last part is sarcastic.

He responds right away.

My King: Incredibly. I know your favorite color is pink, so I bought it with you in mind. See you soon, little heathen.

I toss my phone on the bed and grab a pair of Louboutins. I bend down to put on the first one.

“You look pretty tonight.”

I jump and almost roll my ankle as I lose my balance. I catch myself with my palm to the wall. “Fuck.”

Justin leans against my doorframe with his arms crossed. I didn’t hear the door open, and he’s just there, filling up my doorway in a navy button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and dark slacks. He’s looking every bit like my mother’s favorite child.

“Jesus Christ, Justin. You scared the shit out of me.” I steady myself on my vanity, and my heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. The vibrator shifts inside me when I straighten up, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from whimpering. “You could have fucking knocked.”

“Sorry. The door wasn’t closed all the way.” He pushes off the frame and walks into my room. “Mom sent me up to make sure you’re almost ready. Their guests are going to be here soon. I don’t know why Mom and Dad are even hosting this dinner tonight.”

I don’t know why my mother does half the shit she does, and I’ve stopped caring. “I’m ready. I’m just putting on my heels.”

He walks over to my vanity and picks up a tube of lipstick. Turns it in his fingers, then sets it back down. He does this shit every time he’s in my room. It’s like some nervous habit he has of needing to touch everything. He’s been that way as long as I can remember.

“You’re wearing that to dinner? Are you going out afterward?”

I glare at him and plant my hands on my hips. The jerk is trying to insinuate that I look ready for the fucking club. Or slutty. That’s probably what he wants to say. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing. You just look . . .” He trails off, and his eyes move down my body and back up. “Older, I guess. I don’t want Dad’s friends getting any ideas about you.”

“I’m about to be twenty-two, Justin.” I roll my eyes. He’s not even that much older than me. He and Axl are both twenty-four. “I can’t help what Dad’s friends do, and besides, won’t their wives be with them?”

“I know how old you are.” He sits on the edge of my bed. I try not to think about what I was doing last night on the video call with Axl almost right where my brother sits. If Justin knew that, he’d hate Axl even more than he already does. He might even try to get him in trouble with the Ravens. I’m not sure of the exact rules with the whole celibacy thing, and I won’t give my brother any reason to cause problems for Axl. “I just meant you look nice, Sayl. That’s all. Can’t I worry about you?”

“Careful, Justin. I might start thinking you want to hang out with me when I’m living at the Talon mansion. Isn’t there some rule about it not being cool to actually like your little sister?”

His jaw tightens, and then he sighs. “Of course I like you. I love you, Sayl. That’s why I know that bastard Axl needs to stay the fuck away from you.”

The way he says it makes me want to roll my eyes. I’d rather not have any conversation about Axl with my brother while I’ve got a vibrator inside my cunt. And the awkwardness is only going to get worse this evening.

“I’m going to be a Talon’s Dove, Justin. It’s going to be someone, and I don’t mind it being Axl.” That’s not a lie, and it’s the first time I’ve said those words out loud. Kyns had a point. The man is willing to kill to fuck me. It’s fucked up, but I’ve grown up in this world, and it desensitizes a person to things that would horrify a normal person.

I sit on the stool in front of my vanity and put on my other heel, because I need something to do with my hands that isn’t strangling my brother. The vibrator is even more noticeable when I’m seated. Fuck. “And who I fuck isn’t your choice.”