Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(6)

The moment I do, he buries his face between my thighs and starts lapping at me like an addict who’s consuming his next hit.

“Did they kiss you like this?” he grunts between long licks that have my legs shaking.

I start to speak, but the sound of his zipper cuts me off. Heat rises to my cheeks when I look down at his cock. It’s thick and veiny, the shiny pink head teasing his navel. It’s crazy finally seeing what I’ve been fantasizing about for years.

Another finger enters me, stretching me so much it almost hurts. “You didn't answer the question.”

“Yes,” I moan, and he kisses a languid path up my slit, rewarding me. My nails dig into his shoulders when his kisses turn frantic, his tongue hitting all the right spots. “Please don't stop.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and I rock against his jaw, seeking more.

“That’s it,” he rasps as he begins fucking me with his fingers. “Be a good girl and come on my face.”

His lips fasten onto my clit and the pressure between my legs detonates, sending me off. “Oh, God.”

Cain holds my gaze as I whimper and writhe, moaning his name like it’s the last word I’ll ever say as he consumes my orgasm.

I lay there breathless, so far gone I'm not sure I'll ever come back. I knew it would be good with Cain, but the real thing far exceeded my expectations.

With a smirk, he removes his fingers from my pussy, smears my cum on his dick, and pumps it nice and slow.

Then he stands, positioning his hard-on directly in front of me, giving me a privileged front-row seat to the show. I’m so transfixed all I can do is stare, watching in fascination as a pearly drop forms on his tip.

Curious, my tongue comes out for a quick taste and he groans, working his hand up and down his shaft rapidly. “Open.”

When I do, he winds my hair in his fist and thrusts, shoving his dick so far down my throat I gag. “Swallow.”

That’s the only warning I get before his body tenses and his release fills my mouth. There’s so much it starts dripping down my chin, but I do my best to get down every drop.

I’m so focused on the task I don’t catch the shift in Cain’s demeanor.

Not until he pushes me off him, looking about as guilty as a priest who committed murder. “Fuck.”

“What—”

A string of curses leaves him as he tucks his dick inside his pants. “This was a mistake.”

Wiping my mouth, I push to my feet. “What’s wrong?”

He gestures between us. “This can’t happen again.”

“Why—”

“You know why, Eden.”

I cross my arms over my chest, feeling so vulnerable I could cry. “I’m—”

“Don’t be sorry.” His jaw bunches and he backs away. “And don’t be a fucking liar.”

I shake my head. “I don’t—”

“Viola Cesario,” he spits.

Shame barrels into me so rapidly my knees buckle. I should have known Cain was a Shakespeare fan, considering I know almost everything else about him.

He runs a hand down his face. “I’m a good guy, Eden.” His expression turns stern, like a parent explaining something to a small child. “But I’m still a guy. Don’t tempt me like that again, because I’ll only end up breaking your heart, and you need someone to make sure you’re…” His voice trails off and he shrugs helplessly. “Don’t hurt the only person who ever gave a fuck about you, okay?”

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I would never. I love—”

“No, you don't.” His eyes flicker with rage and he points a finger at my face. “Stop telling yourself shit like that before you fuck up both our lives.” He kicks the coffee table, sending the popcorn and soda flying across the room. “I’m so close to winning this election and one step closer to where I want to be.” He punches the wall with his fist, looking so out of sorts tears prickle my eyes. “I’m so fucking close to getting everything I ever wanted…and I won’t let you or anyone else ruin it.”

With that, he stalks off…leaving me there with a broken heart and the lingering taste of him in my mouth.



I was so close to getting everything I ever wanted too.





Chapter 3





Eden





I’m watching reporter bitch drive off when my phone pings.

My heart flutters and I click the Temptation app so quick I’m surprised my fingers don't go up in smoke.

I never in a million years thought I’d join a site that’s primarily used for hookups and cheaters, but curiosity got the best of me when I received an e-mail two weeks ago telling me my membership was now activated and they were charging me two hundred bucks.

Normally I would have discarded it, but two things stopped me. One—it was addressed to Cain. And two—the PayPal email they were withdrawing the funds from was mine.

Needless to say, I was livid. I hit reply and told them the person they were looking for was my stepfather—not me. I figured I’d never hear back from them and I’d have to tell Cain to take care of it, but to my surprise, the app developer wrote back almost immediately, apologized for the mix-up, and then offered me a free yearly membership for all the trouble.