The Devil's Advocate: Devil's Playground Duet #2

by Ashley Jade

  Which explains why he avoided me like the plague after. Guilt.

  “He must have felt guilty for cheating on her, so he came clean about what happened. In turn, Margaret became jealous and hired you to take care of the problem…me.” Indignation hits me square in the chest. “I know you have orders to follow and all, but I’d really appreciate it if you could give her a message.”

  “What’s that?”

  I straighten my shoulders. “Tell her I said—suck my dick.” I give him a menacing smile. “On second thought—tell her to learn how to suck one first. Maybe then her fiancé wouldn’t have to ask me to finish him off.”

  His blue eyes sparkle with amusement. “You’re smarter than you look.”

  The confirmation nearly knocks me off my feet. Part of me was hoping I was wrong.

  “I can’t believe she hired you to get rid of me.” Clutching the railing, I blow out a breath. “That bitch thought she was so cute pretending not to know who I was earlier.” I laugh. She's not so smart after all. “Cain’s going to have her head when he finds out.” I glare at him. “Yours too.”

  The man runs his nose along my hairline. “Your stepfather deposited the money into my account this morning.”

  I freeze. “What?”

  “I told you he was—”

  “No,” I interject because he's clearly lying. “You’re wrong. Cain would never kill me.”

  I don't care what Margaret told this guy to say. There's no way I'll ever believe Cain would hire someone to kill me. He may not feel for me the way I feel for him, but I know he loves me.

  He's my family.

  That's what he told me the night my mom died.

  “You said it yourself, Eden. Cain’s marrying Margaret because she’s the governor’s daughter. And if his new fiancée was upset after finding out how close you two are… he’d do anything to get in her good graces again.” He licks the tear running down my cheek. “Or rather, he’d do anything to win the election…including sending his favorite little lamb to the slaughterhouse.”

  I shake my head. His brainwashing won't work on me. “No. He loves—”

  I’m so fucking close to getting everything I ever wanted…and I won’t let you or anyone else ruin it.

  I can feel the color drain from my face as I recall Cain's words that night.

  The realization that this man may actually be right slices through me like a hot knife through butter.

  Nothing is more important to Cain than this election.

  Not even me.

  My blood turns cold as my mind puts all the pieces together. “Cain wanted me to come here. He bought me a dress.” Nausea barrels into me and I wrench the torn dress off my body. I don't want anything of his anywhere near me.

  “How could he do this?” I choke out. “How did it come to this?”

  Easy. Because he knows how much I love him.

  He knows my obsession with him knows no bounds...and death was the only way to keep me away for good.

  The man cornering me grazes his teeth down my neck. “I know it hurts.” He walks his fingers down my abdomen, stopping above my pubic bone. “But I can make it better.”

  “No, you can't,” I whisper.

  The only one who can fix this is Cain.

  My breathing hitches as his hand ventures lower. “I'll protect you, Eden.” He skims my pearls with his thumb and I arch toward him instinctively, as if my body knows he's my lifeline.

  I just don't understand why. Why would a man who was hired to kill me...offer to save me?

  “What’s in it for you?”

  My pulse accelerates when his finger slides along my slit. “Apart from this?” He tugs on the string of pearls, sending them scattering. “Revenge.”

  The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Against—”

  I don't get to finish that sentence because he shoves two fingers inside me. “Your stepfather.”

  I start to speak, but he works me faster, driving into me with meticulous, swift movements that have me spasming against his palm. “And you're going to help me. Understand?”

  Against my better judgment, I nod, head whirling. I'm so close to coming I can't see straight. However, he removes his touch before I can.

  “Good.” He secures one of my wrists to the railing. Upon closer inspection, I notice it's his bow tie. “Because if you screw me over…I’ll kill you both.”

  My heart thunders in my chest with his threat and then stops beating entirely when I look down at my wrist.

  Cain tied me up in the closet earlier.

  But what if it wasn't Cain?

  I don't have time to ponder the thought though, because he guides my free hand to his zipper. “Take it out.”

  My hand trembles as I wrap it around his length. He's thick and long. A mixture of power and terror covered in silk. He makes a noise deep in his throat as I run my fingers over the veins and ridges, stroking him from root to tip.

  “Bend over and grip the railing,” he growls. “I want to see your pussy.”

  Nerves bunch in my stomach as I proceed to do what he asks. The position leaves me fully exposed.

  Something he enjoys given the hum of approval he makes. Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside me and spreads them, stretching me. “Beautiful.”

  My cheeks heat. Something tells me he isn't the type of man to dish out compliments.

  I gasp when he removes his fingers and the smooth head of his cock glides along my lips. “Look up at the stars and hold your breath.”

  “Why?”

  “Because this is going to hurt.”

  “What's—”

  “Taking what's his,” he groans against my ear as white-hot pain surges through my body.

  Tears sting my eyes when his hand curls around my hip possessively and I exhale sharply when he thrusts again, as if staking his claim.

  My legs turn to jelly. I don't know why he hates Cain so much, but whatever the reason, it's clearly a personal one.

  It still doesn't give him the right to take something from me without asking. “I don't recall giving you permission.”

  “I don't recall asking for it.” Pain gives way to pleasure briefly as his hand drifts between my legs and he whispers, “Tell me to stop.”

  My pulse skitters when he finds the spot that lights all my nerve endings on fire. However, my pleasure is short-lived as images of Cain and Margaret together discharge one by one through my mind like bullets hitting a target.

  Did they laugh as they planned my demise?

  Did Cain feel anything—shame or sorrow—when he paid this man to end my life?

  “No.” I clutch the railing, my anger and hate are wrapping around me, coiling so tight I can't breathe.

  Reminding me that Cain will always be inside me.

  Because even though I hate him now…I loved him, first.

  And deep down, I know I’ll continue loving him…with all the broken pieces he left me in.

  It's the cruelest punishment there is. To continue loving someone who's given you every reason to hate them.

  “Don't stop,” I say, the organ in my chest turning to steel. “Keep going.”

  I want Cain to burn like I do.

  I want him to know I didn't go peacefully when he ordered someone to kill me.

  That he didn't get this part of me.

  Someone else did.

  I whimper in both pleasure and pain as the man takes me in harsh, primitive thrusts.

  He fucks the same way he threatens...with no mercy.

  “What's your name?” I question, my breath choppy. “You're inside me and I don't even know your name.”

  Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs my head back, angling his mouth over my ear. “Damien King.”

  With that, he picks up his pace, fucking me so hard I cry out as I lose my balance.

  “Come on, little lamb,” he taunts, gripping both my hips to steady me. “Take my cock like a good girl.”

  I start to speak, but he p

inches my clit and my knees go weak.

  “No—I can’t. I can’t come,” I utter, my body at odds with itself. “It hurts too much.”

  “Trust me,” he snarls as his hand leaves me. “If I want you to come, you will.”

  His dick pulses and he shudders, finishing inside me with a violent growl.

  And then there’s nothing but the sound of the bitter October wind howling in the distance.

  “That was my first time,” I whisper as he slips out of me.

  I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth.

  “I know.” His laugh is callous. “You bled all over my dick.”

  As if on cue, liquid begins trickling down my thighs. I start to turn around, intending to ask him if I can clean up, but he halts me.

  “We’re not done yet.”

  His rough palms skate down my body as he drops to his knees.

  My pulse quickens. “What are you doing?”

  He spreads me open with his thumbs. “You want your reward, don't you?”

  I moan when his mouth finds my pussy and he peppers kisses along my slit. “Yes.”

  I want him to ease the pain.

  My eyes flutter closed when he flattens his tongue against my clit, licking me in long, brisk strokes.

  His tongue slides in deeper and he groans. “You taste like my cum.”

  His dirty words make my thighs clench. “Oh, God.”

  “God isn’t the one eating this little cunt until it creams all over his face,” he growls low and deep. “I am.”

  Blood whooshes in my ears when his mouth latches onto my clit and he begins sucking me in a staccato rhythm that has me rocking against his jaw.

  “Damien, I'm—” I tremble and squeeze his tongue, coming so hard and fast I'm grateful he tied one of my wrists to the railing.

  I expect him to stop, but to my surprise, he doesn't let up. He laps at my orgasm like a man starved.

  “That feels—” The sound of someone banging on the glass door cuts me off. “What—”

  Something sharp pricks my skin...and then there's nothing but darkness.

  Chapter 8

  Cain

  Cain: I’m having my driver pick you up shortly. I’ll let you know when he’s here.

  I grit my teeth when another two minutes go by and she doesn’t respond. Eden doesn’t ignore me. No matter how angry she claims she is.

  Then again, I’ve never hurt her this much before.

  “Shit.”

  “Cain,” Margaret hisses under her breath.

  Governor Bexley clears his throat, no doubt annoyed with the lack of attention I’m paying to his friend.

  I need to get my head back in the game.

  “Everything all right?” Senator Dodson questions, not bothering to hide the trace of annoyance in his tone.

  Tucking my phone into my pocket, I give my head a shake. “Sorry, my assistant forwarded me an urgent email.” I glance at Bexley who frowns. “Everything is fine. There’s been a change of schedule for my meetings tomorrow is all. Evidently my assistant considers that an emergency.”

  Margaret pats my arm. “That’s because she knows how much it irritates you when your affairs aren’t in order.” She tilts her head back and laughs. “Cain can be a tyrant when it comes to organization and planning.”

  Dodson chuckles. “My father always said being precise was a trait of a great leader.”

  Margaret beams at me. “Indeed, it is. No one works harder than my Cain does. I miss him terribly while he’s gone all hours of the day and night, but I know it’s only because he wants the best for the people in this town.”

  Her father raises his glass. “He’s going to make a great mayor, and one hell of a governor some day.”

  They all raise their glasses at the same time my phone vibrates. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” I motion to my phone. “I have to take this.”

  I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as I head to the restroom, but I have to handle the Eden situation and get her home before she does something stupid.

  Like find Margaret and tell her the truth.

  I curse when I check my phone and realize it is in fact an email from Claudia updating my schedule for tomorrow, and not a text from Eden.

  Bringing my cell to my ear, I take a sharp left—dodging the bathrooms—and head up the staircase.

  I curse for a second time when it goes straight to voicemail. “Goddammit, Eden, I have neither the time nor the patience for one of your teenage tantrums right now. The driver will be here in fifteen minutes to take you home.”

  Since there’s no telling when this little stunt of hers will end, I continue up the stairs. I have about five minutes to get her the fuck out of here before Margaret or Bexley come looking for me.

  A pit forms in my stomach when I glance at my watch and recall today’s date. No wonder she’s so upset. It’s her birthday.

  Cain: I’m sorry.

  Even to my own eyes, my half-hearted apology appears trite.

  Cain: You’re the last person in the world I want to hurt.

  No matter how often I continue to do it.

  After finding the suite I was in earlier empty, I try the one at the end of the hall.

  I’m barely a few steps inside when my phone pings.

  Eden: I’m already home.

  I go to respond, but another text comes through.

  Eden: Now stop texting me. I’d like to salvage my last two hours of the birthday you ruined.

  I hover over the reply button before deciding it’s best to respect her wishes. Maybe when she’s calmer, she’ll give me a chance to explain that Margaret or no Margaret…we can never be together. Not the way she wants.

  Although I can’t seem to find the will to let her go like I should.

  Scrubbing a hand down my face, I pace around the room, scanning my brain for the right words to pacify her.

  I come up empty.

  With a shake of my head, I laugh. A stupid eighteen-year-old girl shouldn’t have me tied up in knots like this.

  I’m a grown man. I’m the one in control of this situation…not her.

  Eden’s young, impressionable, and according to her therapist—a bit mentally unstable due to her anxiety and the lack of motherly affection she received from Karen growing up.

  Therefore, she’ll do whatever the hell I tell her to.

  Because she loves me.

  Because she wants me.

  Because I’m the only one she has.

  And when I see her later…I’ll make sure she doesn’t forget it.

  I squeeze my growing erection through my pants. I’m going to take what’s mine.

  Mind racing, I unzip my fly and fist myself. Every untouched perfect inch of her.

  Licking my lips, I spit in my hand and drag my palm over my shaft.

  The moment I get home, I’m going to rip apart those long legs and mar that sweet, innocent cunt of hers with my cock. I’m gonna show her exactly who it belongs to.

  And if she protests or tries to put up a fight, I’ll give it to her harder.

  I quicken my pace, jacking myself off so fast the room spins.

  So fucking hard she cries and pleads for me to stop.

  But I won’t.

  Because she’s mine.

  I halt my movements when I hear a woman mewling in the distance.

  Whether it’s due to pain or pleasure, I’m not sure.

  She does it again, and like a moth to a flame, I chase the sound into the bedroom of the suite—only to find it empty.

  I look around, desperate to find out where it’s coming from. My skin prickles when a deep grunt, punctuated by skin slapping together, assaults my ears next.

  Like a bloodhound hunting down a scent, I track the noise to the French double doors across the room.

  Dick firmly back in my hand, I wander over and peer through the glass.

  I nearly come on the spot.

  Both of their backs are turned to me, but there’s no mistaking what��s transpiring out on the balcony. Some man in a suit is fucking a woman senseless.

  Tension in my dick skyrockets and I have to force myself to suck in air as he continues pounding her into the railing as though she were nothing more than a ragdoll. His harsh thrusts must be too much for her to take though because she starts to lose her balance.

  Just when she’s about to topple over, he grips her hips and bites out, “Take my cock like a good girl.”

  His voice punches through me and heat sears my thighs when she whimpers. An eerie feeling crawls up my spine, but I disregard it and thrust into my palm at the same time he rams into her.

  My balls tingle thanks to the show they’re giving me, and I know I’m liable to come any minute—but then he growls and his body convulses.

  “No. Don’t you fucking stop,” I grumble under my breath, my needy cock protesting the injustice. “I’m not finished yet.”

  Just when I’m debating going out there to have a crack at her, the man drops to his knees, granting me a perfect view of her naked back and plump, bare ass.

  Jesus fucking Christ. The moon illuminates her smooth skin, messy blonde hair, and soft curves. She looks like a sexy angel.

  My dick pulses and I jerk myself faster when he slides his thumb along the seam of her pussy and separates her lips, exposing her.

  I shift my stance, trying to get a better look, but his head inches closer, blocking my view.

  Asshole.

  Closing my eyes, I press my forehead against the window and sigh. There’s no mistaking that the moans coming from her now are ones of pure ecstasy.

  She enjoys having her cunt eaten like a dirty little whore.

  I squeeze my aching shaft, imagining every illicit thing his mouth is doing to her.

  My breath comes out in short, jagged bursts against the glass as I watch the back of his head move up and down and she starts writhing against his face.

  I’m so close. So fucking close…

  “Damien, I’m—”

  Instantly the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. That name…her voice.

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