Devil's Charm (9 page)

“You’ve got a thing for
Lexie, haven’t you?” Vincent asked.

“What makes you think that?”
Devil caught the ball off his friend and dribbled it down to the hoop, landing
a shot right in.

He bowed as the boys
squealed in delight.

They took a time out as the
boys played, trying to score into the high hoop.

“She’s a good girl.”

“And a stripper,” Devil
said.

“She was a stripper to take
care of your kid. I can’t believe I held that boy and you hadn’t even seen
him.”

Devil tensed. “You did the
test to make sure she got the body for dancing?”

“Yeah, like I do with all
the girls. I didn’t touch her at all.”

He couldn’t be angry at his
man for doing business. “She’s not dancing anymore, do you hear me?” Devil
asked.

“Yeah, I already got that.
She made a lot of money.”

“Don’t care. We’ll find
other girls who can make that kind of money.” Devil stared at the house
wondering what shit Phoebe was saying.

“I’m pleased you’re going to
do right by her. She deserves it.”

“You barely know her. How do
you know she wasn’t passing him off to others to look after?” he asked.

Vincent chuckled. “She
talked about him all the time. It was the only reason she danced. I asked her
about it, and she told me if another job came around she’d take it in a
heartbeat even if it was cleaning toilets. Girl had it bad for the boy. She’d
do anything for him.” Vincent sighed. “What happened with you and the sister?”

“She was a woman on the
road. Didn’t give me any kind of shit and was offering what I wanted, a quick
easy fuck. Condom broke and she was pregnant.” Devil shrugged. He couldn’t do
anything to change what happened. It was just rotten fucking luck the one time
the condom broke, the girl got knocked up.

“What are you going to do
about the girl?”

“I don’t know. She’ll turn
up, and I’ll see if I’m in a forgiving mood.”

“Dinner is ready,” Lexie
said, appearing in the doorway. The boys ran in almost knocking her over in
their need to get food.

“Where’s
your
fucking manners?” Vincent asked, charging ahead to ward off his boys.

Lexie giggled then smiled up
at him. Devil was struck by how young she was. Reaching out she took his hand,
and he drew her to him. “What are you smiling about?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

He lifted a brow waiting for
her to relent.

“Okay, this is something
I’ve always wanted.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t laugh at me, but I
imagined having a house like this and calling my man in for dinner with the
kids.” She shrugged, and her cheeks were a nice shade of rouge. “Do I sound
insane?” she asked.

“No, you sound like a woman
with a plan. You never lived in a house then?”

She shook her head. “Mom
lived in a little flat, and when she couldn’t afford to keep up with the rent
we moved into a trailer.” She shrugged. “There wasn’t a lot going on growing
up.”

Pushing her hair back, he
saw the bruises from his lips. “It’s good to have dreams.”

He was going to make her
dreams come true.

“You’re not going to tease
me?”

“No, I’m going to tell you
to hold onto those dreams. They might come true.” He leaned down, claiming her
lips.

“What are you? My guardian
angel?” she asked, between kisses.

“There’s nothing angelic
about me, baby. Don’t mistake me for anything good.” Taking her hand, he
pressed it to his cock. “All I ever want to be is bad.” Rubbing against her, he
felt her shudder.

“Kids, dinner is going
cold,” Phoebe said, interrupting their moment. He was getting fucking angry
with people stopping him from taking what he wanted.

Lexie broke away from him.
She surprised him by leading him to the dinner table.

“Your woman has got skills,”
Phoebe said. “She knows how to cook, and you got lucky.”

Chapter Six

After dinner, Lexie helped
with the dishes, and then there was no getting away from it. Phoebe was pretty
much pushing her out of the back door. Devil stood by the pool smoking a
cigarette looking up at the sky.

Clearing her throat, she
watched him turn toward her. “I’m going to go shower.”

“Okay, I’ll be in soon.”

She nodded, heading past him
to go into the pool house. Lexie wasn’t stupid. She knew what was coming, and
part of her was really looking forward to it. Would he grow bored with her once
he got what he wanted?

Glancing back she saw him
talking with Vincent. The two men were in a deep conversation with one another.
Opening the door, she let herself inside flicking the light on. Phoebe told her
where to reach out. The pool house was nice and warm. Grabbing a cable she
pulled, and the air conditioning started up.
 
She gazed around the large room before heading
toward the back where the bedroom and en-suite bathroom lay.

Closing the door, she
flicked the lock in place wanting privacy. For three years and a couple of
months she hadn’t had sex. The boy she’d been with couldn’t even figure out how
to give her an orgasm.

Lexie turned on the shower
and removed her clothes before
staring
in the mirror
at her reflection. Her hair was limp from the day of moving her stuff, but what
caught her attention were her eyes.

Last night she’d stared into
the same eyes at the strip clubs mirror, and already there was a difference. Twenty-four
hours ago they’d been dead to what she was about to do whereas now they looked
alive. She suddenly felt twenty-one instead of much older. Living the life she
did with a drunk and whore of a mother, Lexie had learned to grow up really
fast. By eight years old she’d been fending for herself in the kitchen, cooking
for her small family. Kayla had been out, goading the boys, and when she became
a teenager the real action happened. Her sister got the horrid reputation of
being a slut. Lexie would always remember the crude whispers as she passed
people in school. Some of the guys even thought her mother was better than
Kayla because at least her mother made the men pay. Kayla gave everything away
for free.

For so long she’d been
dealing with everything life threw her way she hadn’t the time to think about
what she ever wanted. Getting out of the trailer into an apartment had been the
first thing she achieved. Not becoming a whore, the second.

Crap, she really didn’t know
what she wanted out of life. Her grades at school had been good but not
brilliant.

She needed to take this time
with Devil to think.

The only thing she ever
really wanted was to give Simon a really good home.

“He’s safe now.” Closing her
eyes she counted to ten before opening them. Everything looked the same, but
she moved toward the shower. The water was hot and made a nice refreshing
change from the cold showers she took back at the apartment.

She tried not to think about
Devil, the club, or the shit Kayla had put her through. Her sister had never
been one to make good decisions. Was having Simon and being with Devil really a
bad decision?

Tilting her head back, she
kept her eyes closed as the water washed over her body. Slowly, minute by
minute she felt the tension inside her begin to ebb away.

We’re safe.

“You think a locked door
will keep me away?” Devil asked. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t
heard him enter or strip down. Jerking around she saw him butt ass naked. The
night before her apartment had been too dark for her to admire his male
physique, but damn, Devil was fucking built.

An answering pulse started
between her thighs. Crossing her legs she stared up at him, knowing in her
heart they were not going to be interrupted.

“We can do tonight one of
two ways,” he said, trapping her against the cool tiled wall and his hard body.
His hands rested either side of her head. Before he said anything else, he took
possession of her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She was under no
illusions as to who owned her in those precious seconds. “You can fight me,
pretending you don’t want this and forcing me to show you that you do.” He took
one of her hands within his own, pressing it against the tile beside her head.
Devil did the same with the other hand.

“What’s the other option?”
she asked.

The way he held her hands
had her breasts arching up. His gaze dropped down, and the lust intensified in
his eyes.

“You stop pretending and
give yourself to me without question. You’ll be mine, and I’ll give you plenty
more orgasms where that first one came from today.”

She stared up at him wanting
more than anything to give in to him. Licking her lips, she battled a tiny little
war inside against her man. Lexie knew it was useless. Why fight something she
wanted? Her only sexual experience was with a high school kid her own age, and
that had been a disaster.

“What’s it going to be,
princess?” he asked.

Neither of them said a word.

“Not going to say anything,
huh? Fine, let me give you a little taste of what I’m offering.” Her hands were
lifted above her head, and he caught them within one of his. She didn’t fight
him. The strength in his arms let her know fighting would be futile. “This what
you want, baby?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her chest.

Words failed her. They
wouldn’t come out of her mouth, and she watched him, filled with desire as he
kissed down to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and all the time
she watched even as she cried out in pleasure.

The hand he had free,
caressed up her inner thigh. The water cascaded around them, the droplets
bouncing off their skin. Even wet, Devil looked like a fucking wet dream. This
was pure torture. Every move, each caress, and all the words he spoke drove her
arousal higher than she ever thought it could be.

“What do you hope to gain by
being silent?” he asked. His fingers were so close to her pussy. Biting her
lip, she looked him in the eye waiting for him to make the next move. “You’re
playing with danger here, baby.”

She wanted the danger more
than anything else.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“I can play this game all
day, Lexie. You’re not hiding anything from me.”

Fingers opened her slit,
stroking through until he bumped her clit. She cried out as Devil increased the
pressure around her wrists, holding her in place. Down his caress went to push
a finger inside her. His thumb pressed against her clit.

“I can feel your cunt
tighten around my finger. You want my dick, Lex. I promise you, I’m a lot
bigger than my fucking finger.”

Closing her eyes, she tried
to fight against the need flowing within her body.

“Give in to me.”

She opened her eyes and stared
into his dark depths.

“Give in to me,” he said,
again.

Give in. Give in.

What exactly was she
fighting? She wanted him, and for so long she’d been without ever knowing what
true passion really was. The experience she had when she was younger wouldn’t
be anything like what Devil was offering her.
 

A second finger slid inside
her joining the first, pumping in time. He bit down on her nipple drawing a
scream from her.

“Give in to me, Lex. I will
give you everything.”

She’d already given in.
Lexie was no longer fighting him. Her body had betrayed her the first night he
held her in the strip club. This was going to happen, and fighting it would
only cause her more ache.

Her body was burning from
the inside out.

There was nowhere else for
her to go. At twenty-one years old she had experienced two orgasms in her whole
life, and both had been at Devil’s hands.

He slammed his lips down on
hers stopping her from saying a word. His tongue plundered her mouth, melding
with hers.

She melted against him, his
body covering hers.

“Tell me, Lex.”

Looking down his body she was
caught by his muscles and the large displays of ink up and down his body. She
hadn’t even taken into account the many different tattoos when he’d walked into
the shower.

“You’re older than I am,”
she said, the words blurting out.

“Do you really care?” he
asked.

No, she did not. “No.”

“You want me.”

“Yes,” she said, admitting
the truth. She really did want him. There was no denying it.

“Tell me to fuck you. I
promise you, Lex, you’ll want for nothing.

“Fuck me, Devil.”

She gave in to him, and he
released her hands.

“Good, first we’re going to
get washed, and then your ass is mine.”