Deal with the Devil

by March, Meghan

  “Ten years.”

  The admission hits me like a sledgehammer, and I stare down at her in shock.

  “Ten years?”

  “Touch me, dammit.”

  “How is that even possible? You practically ooze sex. You’re a fucking siren. Every man who sees you wants to make you his.” I swipe my thumb between her pussy lips and flick her piercing. “But they can’t have you because you’re fucking mine.”

  44

  India

  Humiliating admission? Check.

  Already on the edge of orgasm from one touch and Forge’s possessive words? Also check.

  My inner muscles clench as he spreads me open with his thumbs and bends forward to swipe his tongue from bottom to top.

  Holy. Shit.

  “Fuck, you taste good.”

  His grip on my thighs tightens, and any feeling of pain or discomfort from this afternoon disappears when pleasure cascades through my body.

  He eats me like he’s been starving for the entire decade I’ve been abstinent. When he flicks my piercing with his tongue, the one I got just for me, it sends me hurtling toward the edge faster than ever before.

  And then his tongue does something I’ve never even thought of before in my life—it moves over my ass, teasing that very virgin territory. I squirm away, trying to escape the unfamiliar feeling, but his hand clamps down and makes me take it.

  And, holy hell, does it feel good.

  I writhe against his mouth as he moves to suck my piercing between his lips and bites down on my clit.

  “Ah!” I screech as my orgasm shatters me.

  Forge takes that moment to push his thumb against my asshole and suck harder on my clit. Wave after wave of pleasure threaten to drown me. My head thrashes back and forth on the bed as I bury my hands in his hair.

  “I can’t. I can’t.” I huff the words, but he doesn’t stop.

  The tip of his thumb penetrates my back hole while he continues to suck and lick and feast.

  “Again.” He growls the word against me and my body complies, even though my brain fights to regain control.

  I can’t stop. My legs spasm, and the vibrations from Forge’s mouth undo me completely.

  I scream out my orgasm, not caring who might hear. My fingers yank at his head, pulling him up from between my thighs, because I don’t know if I can take any more.

  “You’re not—”

  Someone pounds on the door, interrupting whatever Forge was about to say.

  “Go away,” he barks, but I struggle to sit up and the tip of his thumb slips from my ass.

  I didn’t even know I liked that kind of thing.

  “Indy? Is he torturing you? I will fucking kill him, even if he saved me.”

  It’s my sister’s voice, and I’m not sure if I’m thankful for the rescue or if I want to kill her for interrupting.

  “Ms. Baptiste, please come with me.”

  Goliath’s voice comes through the door next, and mortification sweeps over me.

  They all heard me. And turns out, right this moment, I do care.

  I reach for the blanket and yank it out from under Forge so I can cover myself.

  “I’m fine!” I call out, but it’s a lie. I don’t know what just happened in this room, but I’m not fine. I’m fucking terrified that I just made the biggest mistake of my life.

  I let my husband make me come.

  And I loved it.

  45

  Forge

  “Holy shit. You’re having sex,” Summer says through the door, giggling uncontrollably. “I didn’t even think with Saint Indy . . . Sorry, guys!”

  “Ms. Baptiste, come with me.”

  I can picture Goliath dragging a laughing Summer away from the door, but it’s already too late. My wife is wrapped up like a goddamned burrito in the blanket, and closed down like a fortress.

  “I’m sorry,” Indy says. “I shouldn’t have . . .”

  “Why the fuck are you apologizing?” My reply comes out harsher than I intended.

  Her gaze flicks from my face to my obviously hard dick. “I . . . I don’t know. It was the adrenaline. I think I was just—”

  I hold up a hand to silence her. “If you don’t want me touching you, I won’t fucking touch you. I’m not a goddamned monster.”

  I shove off the bed, wondering how the hell this perfect fucking moment went sideways.

  As I head for the bathroom, I say, “Unless you want to watch me take a cold shower, I suggest you stay in here.”

  With the devil riding my shoulder, I step into the master bath and leave the door open. The shower water comes on, and I want to torture her just as badly as I feel tortured right now.

  She wants me. That’s not a question. But the fact that it’s been ten years since she’s been fucked . . . that explains a lot more. Except it doesn’t explain why she hasn’t had a man in so long.

  I strip and step into the warm spray. As it beats down on my bowed head, I take a fist to my cock, imagining how tight her pussy is going to be when I finally earn that prize from her.

  Stroke after stroke, I jerk it harder, picturing the tears that ran down her cheeks as I fucked her face. She looked so goddamned beautiful. But it’s the more recent memory of the clench of her ass around the tip of my thumb that makes me blow my load all over the travertine wall.

  The bathroom door slams shut, and my gaze cuts to the closed door.

  She watched me.

  My dick gets hard all over again. That naughty fucking wife of mine is going to be the death of me. She’s going over my knee for this.

  I dry off as quickly as possible, my dick hard like I didn’t just come, and step out into the bedroom . . . to find her reaching for the door handle.

  “Stop.”

  Indy freezes, her shoulders stiffening, and I note she’s wearing a bikini that I’m guessing came from Juliette’s store.

  “Turn around.”

  “I’m just going—”

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  She turns around slowly to face me. I stand naked and proud with my cock rising between my legs.

  “I just wanted to grab—”

  “You wanted me.”

  She swallows as I walk toward her, and her nipples pucker against the top of the suit.

  “You shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed, because we’re not done.”

  “But—”

  “You could’ve walked out of this room, but you didn’t. You wanted to see me with my hand wrapped around my cock, picturing you while I blow the load that belongs in your tight little cunt all over the wall.”

  Her mouth drops open.

  “Unless you’d rather I fuck your face again?” I shake my head. “No. I think we’ll save that for later. I want you, and I want you now.”

  Indy shifts her weight from foot to foot, and her chest rises and falls faster with each breath.

  “And you want me just as fucking bad.”

  “I don’t want anyone to hear. I can’t—”

  “Goliath will have removed everyone from being able to hear, especially if you learn how to keep those screams in. But I don’t care if you do. I don’t care if the whole fucking world hears.” I stride to the bed and sit. “Come here.”

  Dozens of emotions sweep over Indy’s face as she tries to talk herself out of following my orders, but she won’t. She wants this as much as I do. Maybe more, if it’s been ten fucking years.

  My dick jerks between my legs at the thought of her near-virgin status. I already felt possessive over her, and now it’s more acute.

  Triumph rises inside me as she releases the door handle and walks toward me, pausing a few feet away.

  “Closer.”

  She takes two more small steps, and careful of her wound, I grip her around the curve of her hips and drag her the rest of the way forward.

  “Over my knees.” I nod down at my spread thighs.

  Indy stares at my dick and then looks back to my face, w
ide-eyed. “What?”

  “Your ass needs my hand, and I’m going to give you what you need.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I gave you an out, and you didn’t take it. You know what that tells me? Everything you’re not willing to say out loud. You want me? You get me.”

  She squeezes her thighs together, and I guarantee she’s still wet and getting wetter. Her top teeth scrape across her bottom lip.

  Christ, she’s fucking beautiful.

  “The only decision you’ll regret making is walking out of this room. I swear it to you.”

  Indy fights through her battle of wills, and one inch at a time, she bends, laying her body over my spread thighs. My hand cups one of her ass cheeks, which are almost completely exposed by the bikini bottom.

  “You were going to let everyone else see this ass? I don’t think so. Not until I’ve staked my claim properly.”

  She inhales sharply as I sweep my fingers under the scrap of material that runs between her cheeks. The sound tells me everything I need to know. She was made for me.

  “You liked my thumb in your ass, didn’t you?”

  I stop over the whorl and press against it until she clenches. I don’t think so. I pull my hand free and tug down the bottoms, baring her completely. I take a few seconds to appreciate her pale skin before landing the first strike.

  Her gasp is followed by a moan.

  “That’s what I’ll give you when you try to lie to me about what you want.”

  “I didn’t—”

  Smack.

  Indy shifts over my thighs as my cock presses against her stomach. I reach between her legs and find her soaked pussy.

  “You’re so fucking responsive. You were going to leave me hard while you walked out with a wet pussy? Bad little wife.”

  I pull back and land another slap on her left cheek before sliding a finger inside her.

  “Oh God . . .” Indy moans as her inner walls clamp down on me.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. My cock might not even fit inside this snug little cunt.”

  I pull free and slide a second finger inside, stretching her. Indy bucks against my touch.

  “You like that? Being filled up with my fingers? Loosening you up so my big fat cock fits inside you?”

  “Please,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”

  “Not a fucking chance.”

  Thrust after thrust, I finger-fuck her as she grows wetter and wetter, slickness dripping down my hand. It’s goddamned glorious. Her pretty little asshole teases me from between her round cheeks, and I think about how she writhed against me when I took my tongue to it.

  I pull my fingers free and dip my thumb into her slickness to lube it up. Slowly, I circle her pucker. “Don’t tense.”

  She does, and I smack her on the hip. She relaxes immediately.

  “I’m going to tease your pussy and your asshole until you come, and then I’m going to fuck you until the entire world hears you scream my name.”

  46

  India

  His words shouldn’t affect me like this. His touch shouldn’t affect me like this. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m a slave to Jericho Forge.

  His thick fingers stretch me and my body relaxes for him, letting him go deeper and faster with every stroke. I want more.

  My nipples bead so tightly that they ache. I want his mouth on them, biting down on the sensitive skin to add an edge I never knew I needed.

  When his thumb caresses my ass again, every nerve ending lights up.

  “I’m going to fuck you here someday,” he says, his voice a deep growl as he increases the pressure. “We’re going to take our time stretching you out so that when the head of my cock slides inside this tight hole, you’ll feel pleasure like you’ve never known existed. I’ll finger your pussy with my cock in your ass, and you’ll beg me until your voice goes hoarse.”

  He has no idea how close to begging I am right this minute. He pushes the tip of his thumb inside, and my hips rock against him. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back until I throw myself on his mercy and plead for him to give me what I need.

  You’d think I didn’t come less than fifteen minutes ago. But I’m learning that Jericho Forge is even more addictive than any drug on the planet, and I’m moments away from admitting I’m a junkie.

  His fingers pull free of my body, and he teases my piercing and my asshole at the same time until I’m poised to fly over the edge. When I shatter, he doesn’t stop. He keeps demanding more and more and more.

  The wall I’ve built is crumbling because he’s burrowed under it and made me realize what I’ve been missing in my life—this. Him.

  When my climax finally subsides to the point where I can think, he lifts me up to cradle me against his body. When he stands, he turns us toward the bed before laying me on my back on the edge, leaving my ass nearly hanging over.

  “I think it’s time I fuck my wife.”

  He moves to the nightstand, removes a condom, and rolls it over his cock before returning to stand between my spread legs.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I follow his orders and send up a prayer of thanks for tall bed frames, because his cock head now presses against my entrance. And then I remember his words.

  Will it fit?

  I look up at him, a tendril of hesitation blooming inside me, and Forge locks onto my shifting emotions.

  “I’ll fit. I promise.”

  With a hand under each of my smarting ass cheeks, he pulls me forward just far enough for his cock to breach my opening and groans.

  “Fuckkkk . . .”

  My mouth drops open, and I suck in a breath as sensations ripple through me. I may as well have been a virgin, because it’s never felt like this before.

  “More.” I whisper the request, and the expression on Forge’s face morphs into one of complete and utter possession. If I thought he looked like a pillaging pirate before, I was wrong—because that’s exactly how he looks now.

  “Fuck my cock. Show me you want it,” he says as he pushes inside a little further. I lift my hips, pushing forward and forcing him deeper.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Fuck.” My head whips from side to side as I mumble incoherently.

  “Fuck me, Indy. Use my cock to take what you need.”

  The fingers of one hand curl around my ass, and he presses one against my asshole. I buck upward, fucking him just like he ordered.

  “Fucking magnificent. Give me more.”

  I do it again and again until I feel like I’m coming unglued, and still, he’s not seated all the way inside me.

  “Give it to me. All of it,” I beg through broken moans.

  “All you ever had to do was ask.” He pushes forward, burying his cock inside me to the hilt, and my silent scream kicks me over the edge into devastating bliss.

  Forge tunnels into me over and over and over. He moves his other hand so he can tease my clit and keep the orgasms rumbling over me. My blood roars in my ears, and my heart beats hard enough to merit an explosion.

  When Forge roars out his orgasm, his cock pumping inside me, my body goes limp and I let go.

  47

  India

  I wake up not knowing what the hell happened, but I’m still wearing my bathing suit top and am tucked under the covers.

  Forge is nowhere to be seen, but the boat is rocking as it charges into choppy seas. I grab the discarded bikini bottoms, and pulling them up my legs reminds me of what Forge said.

  “You were going to let everyone else see this ass? I don’t think so. Not until I’ve staked my claim properly.”

  Every part of my body feels claimed by him now, and for some reason, that scares the living hell out of me.

  I’ve never given a man any kind of control over me.

  When I leave the cabin, I tiptoe around every corner, expecting him to pop out and take me by surprise. He doesn’t, and I hate to admit that a part of me is disappointed.

  Not that I nee
d to see him, because I can still feel the ache left behind throbbing between my legs.

  What the hell does this mean for us? Does it change anything? I have absolutely no idea. And now, we’re heading back to Ibiza, and I have a feeling if I try to go back to my flat, Forge is going to have something to say about it.

  I find my sister on a chaise on the upper deck, which is otherwise empty, watching the sunset.

  “So he really is the good, good dick!”

  “Summer. Drop it,” I snap.

  “It’s not like it’s a big deal, Indy. Everyone has sex. I mean, except you. At least, until now.” My sister levers up on her elbows to stare at me.

  “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

  She stares at me in shock. “Why in the hell not?”

  “I’m not having this discussion with you right now. Or ever.”

  She shakes her head, and the breeze catches her hair like she’s posing for a magazine. “He’s your husband. He’s gorgeous. He clearly has some talent between the sheets if he can make a nun like you come, so why feel bad for banging him like a steel drum?” She winks. “See what I did there? Steel? Forge?”

  I cover my face, wishing I could unhear that. “Please, just shut up, Summer.”

  “Fine . . . but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Goliath hustled me out here so I couldn’t hear any more. I’m just enjoying the fabulous scenery now.” She lays back against the cushion and gathers her hair up into a perfectly messy bun.

  “Did he tell you when we’d be back in port?” I ask, looking out over the shimmering water surrounding us.

  “Tomorrow morning. They let me use the phone to call Alanna again too.”

  I jerk my attention back to Summer. “You didn’t tell her I got married, did you? Please tell me you didn’t.”

  “No. I figure that’s your mess to explain, and I’m not getting involved. But you better tell her before she finds out from anyone else, because she’s going to have a fit.”

  “Who would . . .” I plop onto the lounger beside her as I think of any way Alanna could possibly find out.