Page 10 of Savage Devil
Allie scowls and turns back to her friend who’s still staring, eyes wide and mouth parted. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted that she’s yet to tear her gaze off me. Is she remembering our night together in vivid detail like I am? Or maybe she’s realizing who the fuck I am and what I can do to her if she steps out of line here. I can make her life her hell if I want to.
We fucked like rabbits that night. I buried myself inside her warm cunt three fucking times. Took her goddamn innocence. You’d think that would matter to a chick, but she acted like it was nothing. Gave as good as she got. No hesitation. No insecurities. Even on the last round when we ran out of condoms, she didn’t bat an eye when I suggested I could pull out—something I never fucking do.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t passing out beside her with the chick wrapped in my arms only to wake up with her gone and the space on the couch cold beside me.
I swear for a whole week I wondered if I’d dreamt the entire thing up. I never saw her again, and no one knew who the hell she was when I described her. And now, she’s here. Wide-eyed and hot as shit, even in that oversized hoodie she’s trying to hide in.
I pull out of Allie’s grip, giving Roman a nod. I don’t have time for this. Thankfully, he understands my meaning and before Allie can move for me again, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into an embrace. She melts in his arms. God, they’re disgustingly cute together. And I speed walk out the door, hearing her muttered curse behind me, but she doesn’t run after me again.
Thank god for small favors. I love Allie to death, don’t get me wrong. But since she and Roman made things official, she’s decided Dom and I are her latest pet projects, and I for one have no desire to be reformed from my savage ways, nor do I have any plans to deal with the new problem staring at my retreating back right now. I can feel her eyes boring into me, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much her being here is fucking with me.
It won’t be long before she learns who I am and what it means to be a Devil.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck. Who knows what will happen then. Will she turn into every other chick in this school determined to land me? And no, I’m not being arrogant. Every girl at Sun Valley High wants to date a Devil. Some for status, others for what they perceive to be an easy life if they can lock us down early.
Roman, Dominique, and I are football legends around these parts. Each of us with full ride scholarships to Suncrest U and a good chance at going pro in the future. It’s why we get so much attention and why I make it a point of never dating exclusively. Women can’t be trusted. They always have an ulterior motive.
Will she throw herself at me like the others? Regret leaving me in the pool house like she did? Ghosting me like the sex wasn’t fucking magical and shit? I know we said no names. We sure as shit didn’t exchange numbers. But I still expected to see the girl at some point.
I suck on my teeth. I know it was just as good for her as it was for me. No way is she unaffected after seeing me today. Hmm… I can work with that. Show her the mistake she made. What she passed up on. And then remind her why she’ll never fucking have me.
Outside, Sarah is sitting on the hood of her Jetta. I head straight toward her, a shit-eating grin stamped on my face as a plan begins to form in my mind. The previous appeal of getting my dick wet isn’t the same, my mind now full of other more intriguing possibilities. But I’m also not going to let this chick get in my head. I’ll fuck my way through the entire school if I have to before I let that happen.
“Ready to blow this place?” I ask Sarah once I’m close. I’m committed to the course of action and I’m always one to follow through. Sure, seeing her with Allie may have thrown me for a loop. I won’t deny I’ve thought about her a time or two this past year and a half. You would too if you’d had awesome sex with a hot chick only to never see her again. But here she is in the flesh. Hmmm…maybe if shit doesn’t blow over with Sarah, I can work out a different arrangement. I mean, she’d been down for a casual fuck before.
No. That’s what she wants. Wanted. I’m not giving it to her again. Letting her fucking use me. Nah. Her disappearing act deserves a little punishment. She needs to see what it’s like to be left behind. Tossed aside like you don’t fucking matter.
A plan starts forming in my mind.
If she and Allie are friends, Allie will have my balls for breaking the girl’s heart. I consider this. Fuck it. It’ll be worth it. She never should have ghosted me. I told her I’d ruin her for anyone else, and if I didn’t accomplish that the first time around, I’ll make it my mission here and now.
“I’m ready for you to do some groveling,” Sarah retorts, arms folded across her chest, shoving her breasts up higher in her already too-tight green top. “I can’t believe you made out with some random this morning.”
My grin widens. “Baby, I don’t grovel.” I lift the hem of my shirt, exposing my cut abs that look amazing thank you very fucking much. “Women beg to be with this, not the other way around. Besides,” I drop the hem of my shirt. “I didn’t kiss Gwen. She kissed me. What was I supposed to do?”
She pouts. She thinks it’s cute. It’s not. But I let it slide, knowing she’ll come around. Sarah knows the deal between us. She doesn’t get to own me. I’m not hers, and this thing between us isn’t exclusive. I don’t do relationships. Never have. And I have no desire to in the near future. Maybe when I’m thirty. But hell, who knows, I might decide to be a badass bachelor forever.
“Urgh, do not say her name in my presence,” she snaps.
Irritation flashes through me but I shove it aside and lower my voice to a growl. “You know you want to beg for me, baby girl.”
Her eyes darken and I can see desire burning in her honey-colored gaze. She licks her lips but manages to hold herself in place. Funny. She thinks she’s going to make me work for it.
Sarah wants something I refuse to give her. Commitment. And while I’m here, smoothing shit over with her, it’s not because I actually give two fucks about losing her. This little arrangement between us is one of convenience. Shit gets too real at home sometimes and she’s a hot little body to pass the time in. Nothing more. Nothing less. Well, maybe a little less, but I try not to be a complete asshole about it, which is why I’m here. I should get brownie points or something for that shit.
It’s easier for me to cut fourth and give her a rare moment of my undivided attention than to find another piece to bury myself in. A new chick might get clingy. I don’t have time for that. I’ve got a scholarship and football on my horizon. I’m not looking to chain myself to anyone. Then again…my mind flashes to the brief blast from my past before I focus back on the chick in front of me. Stop fucking thinking about her.
“What if I don’t want to?” Sarah’s lip juts out further and I lean toward her, nipping at it. She moans and arches toward me.
“Then I guess this—like all good things—will come to an end.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest. “I don’t want it to end.” Her voice is low and breathy. “But I hate that I have to share you.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes and decide to respond to the first part of her statement, ignoring the second. This is to fucking easy.
“Then you know what to do?”
The corners of her mouth curl into a seductive smile. “My place?”
