“Good girls don’t send videos of themselves cumming, to bad men.”
“Then I guess I’m not.” I shrug unapologetically, running my hand on the back of each chair that I pass by.
He smirks, his eyes trailing over my body, scorching my insides with the sinful promises they convey.
“You want to play, Scarlett?”
“Aren’t we always playing, Easton?”
The way he licks his lips has me feeling the pressure on my clit. A shudder ripples through me at the thought of having Easton’s mouth between my thighs. He uses this momentary lapse of concentration on my part to fake to the left and then to the right, my heart beating madly, trying to keep up with him.
“You think you can run from me?” he questions, aggravated that I’m still able to keep the safe distance between us.
“I’d have to be pretty fast to try.”
“You’ll never be fast enough.”
“You haven’t caught me yet,” I tease, baiting him.
He stops between two of the chairs across me, staring me down.
“You want to dance with the devil? You won’t win if you do,” he announces assuredly, that sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips, making my knees weak.
“I won’t lose either.”
The low chuckle he lets out increases the throbbing pulse between my legs.
“You want to be bad, baby? Just how bad are you willing to be, Scar?”
“Try me and find out.” I hike up a defiant brow, my heart picking up speed at the way he white-knuckles the top of the chair in front of him.
I’m ready to start running, waiting on pins and needles for which way he’ll go next, just so I won’t be taken by surprise a second time. The sparkle in his eyes has me delirious for his touch, but I hold my ground, taunting him to do his worst.
“You want me, East? Then come and get me. I dare you.”
The fire brewing in his molten-silver gaze only heightens my hunger for him. This little game of ours has spiked the pure adrenaline that courses through my veins, loving that I’m the one inciting the chase. I’ve set my sights on him, unwavering and anxious for his next move.
It’s when he throws me an amused wink—looking like the cat that already ate the canary—that I know I’m in trouble. Easton storms through the chairs, knocking them down as he runs toward me. Not waiting around to see the damage he’s going to cause, I run as if the wind was beneath my feet. I reach the door that leads inside the church and open it, knowing the devil is at my heels.
With a wide smile on my face, I run as fast as I can. I’m just about to climb the three steps to the altar when two strong hands pull me by the waist, making me lose my balance. I fall down instantly, taking Easton with me. I feel his hard length on the crack of my ass before he turns me around, the teasing glint in his eyes long gone.
“Do you think this is a game?” he asks hoarsely, wrapping my ponytail around his wrist.
“No,” I choke out, trying to catch my breath, my skinned knees a little bit worse for wear.
He gives my hair a fierce tug, causing a delicious pain to my scalp, as his mouth whispers into my ear. “Don’t lie to me, Scar. You like toying with me, don’t you?”
Yes.
I don’t want to be just a player in his game. I want to own it. Make him mine, as I am his. I begin to open my mouth to tell him just that, but all my words are replaced with a loud moan falling from my lips when Easton’s teeth bite into my erect nipple through my sweater.
“No matter how many times I tell you I’ll be your ruin, you let me come back for more,” he continues to growl. “Pull up your skirt, Scar.”
I do as he says since I’m seconds away from combusting, and he hasn’t even touched me yet where I need him the most. Over the loud beating of my heart, I hear the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down. I hiss out when I feel a sting on my hips from the elastic band of my panties being ripped away from my body.
I should tell him to stop. Warn him that my Uncle Jack will be here any minute with fresh coffee and bagels, considering their meeting will take place in less than an hour. But I do no such thing. Instead, I sink my nails into his shoulders and widen my legs so he can sink into me. When the crown of his cock breaches my soaked core, I sing out in delight.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me. It drives me insane how much you want me, Scar,” he whispers in my ear before biting my lobe, his hard length thrusting deeper into me.
“I do want you, East. Always.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“But I do. You’re all I want.”
I stare into his eyes, and there is such sadness in them that it slices my heart in two.
“Don’t love me, Scar. Just don’t. You deserve better.”
I grab onto his hair, tugging it so he has no option but to look deep in my soul.
“Then be better. Because all I want is you. I love you, Easton,” I confess proudly. He opens his mouth to argue with me, but I place my index on his lips before he even dares to. “It’s done. You live inside me now. There is nothing you can say or do that will ever change that. It’s you and me, East. It’s always been you and me.”
He grips my thighs, my legs locking in place around his waist while his rhythm picks up the tempo, as if he wants to dominate and submit to me all in one go.
“This, Scar… this is my church. Being inside you is as close as I will ever get to God.”
The sound of him pounding into my pussy echoes throughout the church’s high ceilings, making it the most divine chant ever heard within these walls. He leans down and kisses my lips, bruising them so deliciously that taking in air is the last thing on my mind. Easton lets out a pained cry as he continues to worship me the only way he knows how. He exorcises his demons with each merciless thrust, punishing my body as he seeks his salvation. And through it all, I have never felt more loved than I do in this very minute.
“Easton!” I wail as the heavens open up, shining its divine light on us.
We soar into the untouched nirvana, higher and higher, until we explode in each other’s arms. Our bodies shake profusely at the aftershock of such an earth-shattering orgasm, reluctant to come back to solid ground. Easton’s heart pounds so viciously in his chest that I can almost sync each heartbeat with my own.
“The devil lies, Scarlett. You should know better than to trust me,” he whispers, his last attempt to scare me away.
Not my devil.
He might lie and hide who he really is from everyone else, but not from me.
Because, whether my dark prince likes it or not, I own his heart. I always have.
It just took me a hot minute to realize it.
Chapter 25
Easton
I lean my head back on the headrest of the car seat, gripping the phone in my hands.
Fuck, Scar. Why did you have to do this?
I watch the video for the fifth time today, mesmerized by how her lips part as she plays so beautifully with her body. My mouth runs dry as her cheeks flush, her breasts heaving up and down when she’s so close to unraveling. I want to lick the sheen of sweat coating her temple as she strums her clit. When she comes apart with my name on her lips, I lose it every time.