He groans like I’ve given him salvation in the form of sin.
When he finally staggers back, chest heaving, dick sliding from my mouth, he looks wrecked. Feral. Divine.
“Fuck, Athens…” His voice is raw. “You suck my dick like that again, and I’ll burn this whole town down for you. I’ll put the world in your goddamn hands.”
He yanks me up by the arms, crashing his mouth to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.
It’s violent. It’s dirty. It’s perfect.
Then he slaps my ass, hard, and steps back to fix himself.
“That was fucking hot. Now quit playing. Get ready. I want every Devil downstairs in thirty.”
“I don’t know what to wear,” I throw over my shoulder with a smirk. “I’ll ask Karter. He’s got taste.”
I’m gone before Wyck can object.
Standing in the hallway like trouble incarnate, I call out, “Karter, get your fine ass over here!”
His door cracks open. “What is it, Brat?” he groans, voice heavy with amusement and something far darker.
I twirl my hair around my finger, batting my lashes like the tease he knows I am. “I need help picking something out. Make me look fuckable.”
He stalks toward me with a lazy hunger, hand sliding around my waist before kissing me slow and deep. Then we’re headed to Wyck’s room, and he’s already picking through the closet like he’s dressing his favorite doll.
Minutes later, my outfit is laid out across Wyck’s bed, tight, dark, sinful, and I’m off to clean up.
I slip into his bathroom just as he finishes washing his hands.
“All yours,” he says, brushing past me like nothing happened.
“Thanks. I left the outfit on your bed. Karter picked it, so if you hate it, blame him.” I grin, shutting the door before he can reply.
Clothes off.
Shower on.
I step under the scorching stream, sighing as the heat licks my skin like fire.
“Ahhh… Feels like Hell. Just like my life.”
And God, do I fucking love it.
Chapter Seven
Wyck
Watching her undress should’ve satisfied the hunger still coiling low in my gut.
It didn’t.
Not even close.
My cock pulses again, thick, heavy, already demanding round two like she didn’t just suck the soul out of me ten fucking minutes ago.
Control. I repeat the word like a prayer I don’t believe in. Because truth is, I don’t have any when it comes to her.
Athens.
