Devil's Charm (8 page)

The boys were downstairs in
the main room.

“What do you think?” he
asked.

“Why are you asking me?”

“You’ll be staying here with
me at least until I find a place of my own.” He shut the door on the agent,
tugging her into his arms. There was nowhere else for her to go. “What do you
think?”

“I think you should ask your
men. They’d know the answer.”

She heard him sigh. Looking
up, his gaze kept her on the spot.

“You’re going to be
difficult about everything, aren’t you?”

“It’s not my business what
you do with your money or where you stay.” She held onto his arms afraid he’d
let go. Her body was all for him being near her while her mind was torn in two.
There was no way it could be possible to feel this way for a man after only
just finding out his first name.

“You’re still deluding
yourself.”

“What do you mean?” she
asked, dropping her gaze to his lips. She knew what kind of pleasure those lips
could create. They didn’t get a chance to finish what they started last night.
The urge to cross her legs was strong, but she pushed it aside. No, she
wouldn’t be giving in to that need. She refused to melt like so many other
women before her.

“You’re under some illusion
that you’re a free woman.” One of his hands went to her neck, pressing his palm
to her chest. The other held her still against his body. He was so tall, and
she had to pull back a little just to look him in the eye.

“What are you talking
about?” she asked.

“The moment Kayla gave you
my kid, you became mine. He recognizes you, and if you’re the type of woman to
walk away from him then you’ve got me fucking fooled.” Devil moved her
backwards until the wall stopped her. There was nowhere for her to go. He held
her tightly against him.

She shouldn’t have liked the
way his hand held onto her neck, but she did. Was she losing her mind to fall
for man who was so fucking dangerous? Crap, she wanted him so badly. Lexie
wished she’d worn a skirt. They could have been fucking right that second and
gotten over this burning.

“You feel it, don’t you?”

At twenty-one years old she
shouldn’t be finding Devil attractive. He was old enough to be her father, and
yet the feelings inspired inside her were anything but fatherly.

“No, I don’t feel anything.”

She gasped as his hand slid
inside her jeans. Buying a size bigger wasn’t the cleverest thing she’d ever
done. He found the evidence of her arousal.

“Now, I know what this
means.” Down his hands went until a finger slid deep into her core. “Tell me
what it means, baby.”

Lexie shook her head. She
refused to give in to him.

A second finger slid inside
her with ease. She winced at the tight feel of him inside her. She hadn’t been
lying when she told him how long it had been. Having sex had never been
enjoyable to her. She knew Devil was going to knock all of her thoughts about
sex out of the water.

Licking her lips, she looked
up at him.

“How about this?” he asked,
shushing her as a third finger was pressed deep into her cunt. She tried to
close her legs, but he held her open easily with his booted feet. The man was
too strong to stop her.

Don’t want to stop him.

“A little
tight for you, baby?”
His three
fingers pumped inside her. “Are you desperate to come?”

Still she ignored him, not
wanting to admit to what she needed.

“Last night you left before
I could give you what your body so clearly needs.” The three fingers he’d been
using inside her, he pulled up to stroke her clit.

She cried out, gripping his
arm tightly. All of her focus went out of the window.

“Tell me what you want,
Lexie. I can give you the world, and all I ask for from you is the truth.”

Biting down on her lip she
tried to fight her reaction to him. The more he stroked, the harder it was to
deny him.

He leaned down, claiming her
lips. Devil sucked her bottom lip into his mouth before plunging his tongue
inside.

Shattering around his
ministrations, Lexie knew she couldn’t fight with him. Devil knew exactly what
buttons to touch to make her his.

He caressed her clit through
her orgasm. All the time she held onto him. It was her second real orgasm, and
it shattered her whole world.

Suddenly, she felt the need
for a man, a proper man. Her boyfriend had been a selfish prick only interested
in his own pleasure and need. She wanted more, a hell of a lot more.

When she could stand the
feeling no longer, she gripped his hand, stopping him from giving her anymore.

Taking several deep breaths,
she kept her gaze on his.

“You’re right,” she said.

“About
what?”

Gritting her teeth, she held
back from slapping him around the face. “I want you.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“What exactly do you want
from me?” she asked, raising her voice and losing her temper.

The fingers against her clit
moved back down, sliding in deep. She cried out at the fullness. Lexie also
felt her cum leaking out. She’d never been so wet before.

“How about you tell me how
much you want my dick inside you? I want you, Lexie. I want you on your fucking
knees sucking my dick. I want to control how deep you go with my fingers in
your hair.” The hand around her neck moved up, gripping her hair, showing her
exactly how he wanted to hold her. “I want to come in your mouth and watch you
swallow every fucking drop.” His lips were on hers in the next second, plunging
his tongue inside.

He was taking over
everything.

“I want to bend you over a
fucking table for all my boys to see and fuck your pussy. They will know who
owns you. I want my fucking brand on your ass for everyone to see.”

“I’m not a piece of cattle,”
she said, whispering the words.

What shocked
her the
most out of his statement was how turned on she got
at what he said. What would it be like to have a whole room of men watching
Devil fuck her?
To claim her as his own?

Wrong fucking thing to get turned on about.

“Yeah, I feel how you want
it, baby. My men would be fucking their fists while I claim you, baby, wishing
it was their dick inside you.”

“Stop it,” she said.

“No. I’m not going to
fucking stop it. You’re going to realize your place in all of this. You’re not
going anywhere.”

“This is kidnapping.” She
didn’t believe a word she said.

“No. You’re free to go at
any time, Lexie. But I will tell you this. You walk out of that door, you leave
Simon behind, and you don’t come fucking back.”

Lexie knew he wasn’t
kidding. She had two choices, stay with him and be with Simon, or leave,
remaining alone.

Don’t want to leave.

The ugly truth was the fact
she wanted Devil more than she wanted anything.

“I don’t want to be shared
with your men,” she said.

He tilted her head back. One
of his hands was still sliding in and out of her core. “Did I say anything
about sharing? I said I wanted the men to watch me fuck you. They’re going to
know who you belong to. It’s about time you realized it.”

Devil claimed her lips,
removing his hand from her jeans. The banging on the door finally brought her
back into the present. For the last few minutes everything had been blocked out
apart from Devil.

She watched him suck his
fingers into his mouth. His fingers were shining with her cream. Lexie felt her
cheeks heat up at the sight.

“So
fucking tasty.”
Once he was
finished, he took hold of her hand and went to the door. “What the fuck do you
want?” Devil asked. The agent looked taken aback.

Keeping her gaze on the
nearest wall, Lexie thought about how quickly her life had changed. There
really was no going back at all.

****

Devil bought the club and
made sure the agent knew he was moving in right away. It wasn’t the best place
to start with a kid, but it certainly was better than the fucking strip club.
Vincent helped him move what little Lexie owned into the club. This place was
going to tide him and Lexie over until he found them a house. He liked the
thought of going to the wealthy area of town and buying one of the biggest
houses in the estate. Devil loved to wind people up. He could just see them now
in their pressed suits on their way to work when he walked out with his
leathers, heading to the club on his bike.

He’d invested a lot of his
money and gotten a good return from the markets. Devil may have spent his years
on the road, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to handle his money. The
club was what he looked out for nowadays, and nothing was going to change that.

“This place is going to need
a lot of cleaning up. I can round up some girls to come and gut this place,”
Phoebe said, standing beside him.

“That would be great.” He
looked around the main room and knew he was going to put a bar in along the far
wall. There were several tables in different stages of rot. “I can’t let Lexie
and Simon stay here tonight.”

“Our home is always welcome,
but you’re going to have to be quiet. The boys giggle when you try to fuck.”

Devil started laughing.

“We’ll be fucking all right.
Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Devil asked. He tensed as he saw Lexie enter
with his son on her hip. She was so fucking beautiful and made his dick ache
with need.

They needed to get some time
together.

“How about I take Simon for
the night and we give you our pool house. The boys will not think to go down
there and you’ll have you privacy,” Phoebe said.

“Did I mention how much I
love you?” he asked, kissing her temple.

“Hey, I’m Vincent’s, but I
know what it’s like in those early days. You’ve got a kid with another woman.
The least you can do is
give
her some loving to butter
her up.”

“You know I’m not letting
her go. Do you think I should?” he asked. Phoebe had put Vincent on the
straight and narrow. When Devil hadn’t been able to rein his boy in, Phoebe had
come along giving him a purpose and a home. Vincent was a good man, but there
were times even good men lost their way.

“Nah, she needs someone to
take the lead. She’s been through too much, and you can see that in her eyes.
Vincent was fond of her though. He talked about her all the time. He was
impressed with the fact she was taking care of a kid that wasn’t actually
hers.” Phoebe tapped his arms. “Whatever you decide is up to you. I don’t think
she’s going to leave that boy easily, do you?”

She didn’t wait for his
answer and walked in the opposite direction.

Staring at Lexie he felt
like he’d been kicked in the gut. He was old enough to be her father, and yet
he was lusting after he like he was some kind of fucking teenager.

“What’s up, Boss?” Ripper
asked, approaching him.

“Nothing.
I’m not sticking around here tonight. You and the
boys need to clean that shit up at the strip club. I want it open for business.
We need to make our stand. No drugs or squabbles. I don’t run a kindergarten,”
Devil said.

“I’ll tell Curse to give the
word out.”

“You do that.”

“Is she sticking around?”
Ripper asked, nodding toward Lexie.

“She is, and she’s mine.
Don’t even think about trying to take her. I’ll kill you first.”

“You’re damn lucky. She’s
sexy as hell, and I bet not many men have been between her thighs.”

The thought of any man
knowing what she’d be like in bed made him angry.

“Shut it, Ripper.”

He left his boys alone to go
to Lexie’s side. Her hair lay down her back, begging to be held. Standing
beside her, he saw she was looking out of the window, pointing things out to
Simon.

“We’re not staying here
tonight.”

“Thank God, I thought you
didn’t have the first clue of the right environment for a baby.”

Stroking her hair, he kissed
Simon’s head.

“He’s staying with Phoebe
and Vincent. We’ve got the night in their pool house.” Her eyes went wide, but
she didn’t say anything to dispute him. “Got any questions?” he asked.

“No, you’re the boss.”

After a couple of hours
passed of making a list of things he needed and what would need to happen,
Devil left the cleaning in the hands of Phoebe, who had already assembled a
team. The ride back to Vincent’s house was slow.

Phoebe and Lexie made dinner
while he played ball with Vincent and the boys. When the boys started fighting
Vincent started talking.