Page 17 of Retaliation
“No plans to meet up with Dev?” she teased.
I shook my head before remembering she couldn’t see me. “I need a break from all the testosterone.”
Her tinkling laugh made me smile. “Perfect. I’ll pick up Chinese food, and we can watch kick-ass women in action movies for the rest of the day.”
“Deal.”
I pulled out the little earpiece and tucked it into my pocket. My bike was parked a few streets over, and I used the walk to relax in the silence for a bit. No, my plans hadn’t changed, but today was draining. Andras was even more intense than I expected. And dealing with Levi on the fly like that, I could barely keep my own lady cat from pulsing with need when he smiled at me.
I didn’t regret sleeping with Dev either. In fact, it surprised me that I enjoyed the sex as much as I did. But I needed to clear my head, to step away and remind myself what this was all really about. The Obscuritas were a disease that must be eradicated, and I was the only person willing to bring them down. So tonight, booze and girl bonding, tomorrow, another attack on the Princes.
I checked myself out in the mirror one last time. I was sluggish today from our girl’s night last night. I sweat out most of my hangover this morning with a long run, ending at Ty’s gym. He wasn’t there, of course. Our meet-cute would come soon enough. But I was hoping to find out exactly what was hidden beneath the gym. We tracked his staff and the regular members. Once a week, every single one of them showed up and went into the basement for two hours. Seems like creepy cult shit to me.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t quite sweet talked my way in the door with James. He was a tougher nut to crack than I expected.
Tibby shot me a text, letting me know Dev was about to leave for his stupid cult meeting, so I had maybe five minutes to get him distracted enough to plant the listening device. I hid a camera inside his apartment when I first moved into the building. Tibby’s equipment was top level and wouldn’t be detected. Besides, Dev was too trusting. I frowned a little at the thought but brushed it away. I didn’t have time to feel guilty. I wouldn’t have to murder them all if they hadn’t started this war in the first place.
I adjusted my cleavage, making sure my boobs were pushed up in the fitted, black velvet dress. My icy blue hair fell in long waves. I painted my lips in my favorite burgundy lipstick and spritzed my Dirty French perfume. It smelled like black currants and warm amber, and even I thought it was irresistible.
I grabbed my jar of cherries and a bag of Jiffy Pop, dropping them into a grocery bag and sauntering over to Dev’s apartment. Just as I was about to knock, the door opened, and Dev’s eyes widened in surprise. His gaze turned lustful as he looked me over, giving me goosebumps. He looked exceptionally hot in black slacks and a navy button-down shirt. His hair was styled, and even his dress shoes looked fancy as shit for his little cult meeting.
“Holy shit,” he stuttered. “Damn, beautiful. You look amazing.”
I smiled coyly and cocked my hip. “Ya think?”
Dev swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes dipped to my chest. “Yeah, beautiful. But I’m always thinking about you.”
I shrugged like I didn’t care, even as his words sent a rush of pleasure straight to my belly.
“Well I thought I would just pop by and see if you were free for dinner tonight. I decided I couldn’t wait to see you again.” I stepped closer to him, leaning against the door frame, and he gazed down at me with a groan.
Dev frowned. “I’ve got somewhere to be tonight, beautiful.”
His words said no, but I could see in his eyes what he really wanted. I smiled wickedly, tugging his belt loops to bring his body flush with mine.
I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my free hand around his neck, discreetly planting the tiny listening device under his shirt collar. “Oh well. I guess I can wait until tomorrow.”
Dev groaned, and I felt his cock twitch.
“Fuck it.” He grabbed my waist and yanked me into the apartment.
I yelped in surprise as he tore the bag from my hand and gripped my ass, pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he kicked the door shut and shoved me up against it, his mouth devouring mine like it was our last night on Earth.
I really wasn’t planning to sleep with Dev again; I thought he’d stick to his plans. But as his hard-on pressed into me and his tongue dipped eagerly into my mouth, I couldn’t resist. I moaned greedily as his rough hand cupped my breast, wrenching my dress down and freeing my tits for his hungry mouth. My back arched as he licked and sucked my peaked nipples.
Dev carried me into his bedroom, tossing me down roughly, and I let out a gasp as my ass bounced on the mattress. My short dress rode up on my legs as he spread my thighs apart. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Dev licked his lips as he gazed down at my bare pussy. I squirmed under his heated gaze, trying to scoot back toward the headboard, but his hands locked on the backs of my knees, and he yanked me to the end of the bed.
“Oh no, beautiful. You’re not going anywhere. Not when you’re so wet for me already. I’ll take your sweet pussy over those cherries any day,” he growled out, his head moving between my legs, and his teeth nipping my inner thigh.
He moved fast, his tongue licking up my center and flicking my clit. I moaned like a greedy slut as my hands threaded his dark hair and pulled him closer.
“Dev—” I stopped short when his phone started ringing loudly, and he growled in frustration.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, and I lay there, panting and needing his mouth on me again. Instead, he answered the phone, his free hand brushing along my thigh and drifting higher.
“What do you want?” he growled out, his fingers pinching my thighs playfully as his eyes locked with my own.
He slid his hand higher, slicking two fingers between my pussy lips and rubbing slowly up and down, feeling my arousal. Blood flooded to my core as his fingers moved lazily between my legs. I started to squirm, but his hard gaze pinned me to the spot.
