“Yeah… it went under the table.” I scrambled to put my thoughts together as I placed the espresso glass on the table and moved to grab a cloth from the kitchenette. By the time I got back to the spilled coffee, Blake was hunting for the spider, pulling out chairs with a serious expression.
“Where are you, you little shit?” he murmured as I dropped to my knees to wipe up the mess.
Saint took the opportunity to start the vibrations up again and I hunched forward, sucking my lower lip as I tried not to react too obviously, but a moan still escaped me as the sensation crashed through my whole body. “Oh my god, oh my god,” I said under my breath.
“It’s okay, I’ll find it Cinders,” Blake vowed – it was totally cute and I would have told him so if I wasn’t busy trying so hard to hide what was really going on.
Saint was silhouetted by the window behind him as I glanced up, looking like my own personal demon, veiled in shadow.
I realised this was the first time he’d been overtly sexual with me, but how was he supposed to deny that this wasn’t foreplay? You are so dead, mister.
When I’d cleaned the mess on the floor, Saint summoned me upstairs with a single word, “Come.”
He turned the vibrations on again as I made it to the stairs and I wondered if the command had a double meaning as my legs got weak and I had to swallow back my moans as I made it to the last step then dropped to my knees, my muscles tightening, my body shaking.
Saint’s hands gripped me and he dragged me upright, pulling me into the bathroom and clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle the wanton noises escaping me. His hard dick ground into my ass and I pushed back against him in surprise, making him release a low groan as he guided me in front of the bathroom mirror to watch. I convulsed against him as it continued to vibrate, my head falling back against his shoulder as my body gave into a powerful orgasm that took root at my core then spread everywhere in waves of heat and pleasure.
Saint held me through it, his fingers twisting into my hair and his breath cool against my ear.
“Bend forward,” he instructed and I panted heavily as I did so, clutching the edge of the sink as he lifted my dress. His hand slipped into the back of my panties and he removed the plug with deft fingers.
“Go wait on the bed,” he ordered, his frantic breaths matching mine.
Part of me longed to touch him, turn into his arms and see if he’d take this further, but another, stronger part of me held back. I’d played his game, taken my punishments. I didn’t need to give him anything in return for the pleasure he’d given me. It was just another way to get my revenge. But even as I turned to him, I found a wall going up in his eyes and I didn’t think he would cross that line anyway. The rules meant too damn much to him.
I headed away from him out of the room, moving to sit on the bed cross-legged and willing my heart rate to settle and everywhere between my thighs to stop tingling.
I drummed my fingers on my knees, wondering what was taking him so long and my throat thickened as I got a mental image of him pleasuring himself. Would he…?
He eventually returned with the silk pouch in hand, not casting a look my way as he headed straight into the closet. Totally did.
He returned a few minutes later with my overnight bag packed and the pile of my letters in his hand.
“Pick one,” he offered them to me and I leaned forward, thumbing through them and wishing I could just grab them all and never let them go. But it was pointless. And at least I knew one day I would get them all back. I just had to bide my damn time. I plucked out a letter from Jess that detailed her trip to Ireland and reached forward to tuck it into my overnight bag. Then Saint returned to the closet and I heard the box snap shut a second later, making my heart clench as I lost access to them all over again.
“Time to go to Monroe’s,” he said as he returned, still not acknowledging anything that had just happened between us.
“You broke a rule,” I said, not blinking as I accused him.
“Which rule?” he scoffed.
“No foreplay,” I hissed and he laughed darkly, taking out his phone and tapping something on it.
He passed it to me, his lip pulling up in a sneer. “Read that out loud to me.”
I dropped my eyes to the screen and my teeth clenched as I spoke the words. “Foreplay: sexual activity that precedes intercourse.”
Saint smirked as he took his phone back. “And are you expecting me to have intercourse with you any time soon, Barbie?” There was an undercurrent of mocking in his tone that made my veins sear with shame and I squirmed uncomfortably on the bed. I shouldn’t have felt so awkward and I hated the reason for why I did. I wanted him. I couldn’t help but fantasise about what it would be like to be claimed by the devil. But as my cheeks blazed and amusement flitted through his eyes, I decided I wasn’t going to let him hold the power right now. I was going to claim it myself.
“I’m not expecting you to, Saint, but sometimes I think about it,” I admitted and the mirth fell from his features instantly. Ha, you didn’t expect that did you asshat? I took
