Dealing with the Devil

by M. E. Clayton

  Nothing more.

  Just Cassius.

  With just my flimsy sleepwear on, I could feel his hard ridge already pressing up against my center, but it wasn’t enough.

  I wasn’t sure if it would ever been enough.

  Breaking off the kiss, I jumped off his lap, and Cassius was already moving to stand up with me, but I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him, and the man was unfastening his pants at the speed of light.

  Once he lifted his ass and pushed the offending fabric of his pants and boxer briefs over his thighs, my head was in his lap, my hand doing its best to wrap around this girth. When he let out low groan, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and did my best to swallow him down. I knew, realistically, I couldn’t take him all the way down because I’d already tried all weekend, but I still did my best. I let him practically suffocate me with the endeavor.

  His hands in my hair, his hips wouldn’t let me do all the work. The more I tried to take in every inch, the more the thrust of his hips tried to accommodate me. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “You suck my cock so fucking good.”

  I let my own moans dance around his cock in my mouth, but I didn’t stop to comment. I just kept sucking him into my hot mouth as my hand tried to make up for the length I couldn’t swallow. I also didn’t let the soreness from my bruised cheek stop me from sucking him hard, hallowing out my cheeks.

  Not sure how long I worked him, but eventually, Cassius ended up pulling my mouth off his cock by yanking on my hair and forcing my head back. Desire blazing in his eyes, he said, “Nuh uh, Devi. I’m cumming in that tight pussy of yours, baby. You’re not the only one who gets to have all the fun.”

  Next thing I knew, Cassius had me on the couch, propped on all fours, while he was on his knees behind me. My moan filled the apartment as his hands grabbed the sides of my pajama pants and panties, and slid them over my thighs, giving him a clear view of everything.

  I felt his hand grab both my ass cheeks, and spreading them apart, I felt his tongue slow and deliberate from my clit to my ass, and I was ready to be whatever Cassius Sire needed me to be for him.

  “Oh, God…”

  “Glad you like it,” he said, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down my slick folds. “Because that ass is going to be mine soon, Devi.” He slammed his cock into my body with that declaration, and all I could do was moan in agreement. “I’m going to own all of you.”

  I pushed back, welcoming the invasion. “Please, Cassius…”

  “Fuck, you beg so sweetly,” he panted as his body started to rock with mine in a rhythm as old as time. “I love it when you beg for my cock.”

  “Cassius…”

  “You need to get fucked, Devi?” he asked, and the wickedness of his question was enough to make my body clench. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re painting my dick white.” Remembering he could see everything in this position, it was obvious he could see my arousal coating his cock every time he pulled out, but I wasn’t embarrassed in the least.

  “Yes,” I rasped through the pleasure. “Fuck me, Cassius.”

  His growl was agreement enough, and with his fingers digging into my hips, Cassius fucked me like he was trying to make a point. He fucked me like he was trying to make me addicted to him.

  But I already was.

  “Har…harder,” I said, begging some more, knowing I was close. “I’m…close…”

  “Oh, yeah,” he grunted, and when he slid his slicked-up thumb inside my ass, it was all over for me.

  “Cassius…”

  “Fuck yeah,” he snarled as my body convulsed all around him, my orgasm rocking through my body. “Cum all over my dick, baby.” And I did.

  All.

  Night.

  Long.

  Chapter 19

  Cassius~

  It was past midnight, but my mind wasn’t ready to shut down, apparently. With Devi sleeping safely in my arms, my mind was still riddled with all the ‘what ifs’ of the night.

  After I had sent Devi and Keith on their way, I had sent Atticus to go check on Kim, while I stayed behind to help set shit up with Xavier. Once I was sure Xavier had it under control, I had headed back into town and had hunted down Baker Landers.

  The decision to kill him, too, had been an easy one. Anyone involved in harming Devi deserved to die as far as I was concerned. The kill had been swift and simple, and I wasn’t worried about getting caught. Plus, I didn’t think the RPD would really put in much effort into solving Baker’s murder. The guy was scum, and even the RPD knew it. One less asshole off the streets, and all that.

  The only person that I couldn’t kill, but had been concerning, was the store clerk who had told me about the farmhouse. She’d known who I was when me and Keith had gone to pay off Fischer, and she had known who I was when she had walked into the office. The two guys who I had knocked out had been too busy comparing porn on their phones when I had snuck in, so they hadn’t seen me to be able to identify me before I had snuck up behind them and had knocked them the fuck out.

  The clerk had been the only problem.

  Luckily, with Atticus’ help, I had been able to find her apartment, and we’d had a little chat. Turns out, Alvin was every bit a dick to her as he had been to everyone else, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry to know he wouldn’t be around any longer. I didn’t tell her I killed him, obviously, but I had told her that Fischer wouldn’t be coming back, so she might want to find another job. So, guess who’s a new server at The Alto?

  After talking to Erin, and making sure we were on the same page, I had called Xavier, and he had assured me that both the farmhouse and the body had been taken care of. I hadn’t asked for specifics because I knew Xavier well enough to know that I didn’t need to. I would never need to ask when Xavier was involved. He knew his stuff and I trusted him completely.

  Once I’d been done checking up on Xavier, I had called Atty, and he had said he felt Kim had done a good job of being believable about a ‘random mugging’. He had also told me that Kim was a smart one, and she knew the rules of the game enough that, even if the cops suspected something, she was savvy enough to stick to her original story. And since the cameras facing the back parking lot of The Opera had a minor ‘glitch’ around that time, there was no disputing Kim’s story. And because Atticus wasn’t stupid, he had manipulated yesterday’s feed and this morning’s feed to collaborate we’ve been having problems with our camera system.

  Everything seemed under control, and I hoped, with time, Devi, Kim, and even my new server will be able to move on, but us? It’ll always be in the back of our minds, like everything we’ve ever done always is. We never forget the dirt we do.

  We couldn’t afford to.

  I felt Devi’s body snuggle closer, and I moved the sheet and comforter around to make sure she was warm enough. She lived in a shit apartment building where insulation was probably non-existent, and the windows did nothing to stave off the cool night air.

  Pulling her closer, I seriously doubted she’d be onboard to move in with me after only knowing each other three fucking days, but that’s where this was headed. There was no way I was going to let her be away from me after what happened today.

  No fucking way.

  This apartment building wasn’t safe or sound, and since setting her up in another apartment felt too much like she was my secret mistress, the only solution was for her to move in with me.

  There was also the issue of her brother. Keith had no choice but to get his shit together now, and Devi was going to have to stand back and let me handle it. This bullshit called for tough love if ever I saw it. I just hoped Devi didn’t fight me too much on this because, if I had to beat the fuck out of her brother to make him see things my way, I would.

  Devi snuggled closer, and I couldn’t help myself. I rolled us over until she was on her back, and I started kissing my way down her body.

  I knew she was exhausted, and her body had really been pushed to its limits with the kidnapping, th
e struggling, and the three bouts of sex we had before she passed out on me, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself whenever she was near.

  Fitting myself in between her legs, I pulled her swollen pussy lips apart, and let my tongue go to work. Eating out her pussy was quickly becoming my favorite pastime, and I was determined to get her to move in with me, so I could taste her sweet cunt at least once a day.

  Her fingers sunk into my hair, and her soft moans had my dick hard again. “Mmm…Cass…” I knew she was still partly asleep, but this was the first time she’s called me Cass, and I like it.

  A lot.

  With my tongue putting that exquisite pressure on her clit, I slid two fingers in her pussy, and I must have worked her extra hard, because the fit was a magnificent struggle. Devi’s hot little cunt was both sore and swollen, and it was going to feel unbelievable wrapped around my dick.

  “Can you cum for me again, Devi,” I asked, my lips against her wet folds.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire instead of sleep now. “Please…” My tongue and fingers went into double time to make her cum because that cream was the only way I was going to be able to get my dick inside her without hurting her too much.

  When Devi’s legs dropped back to open herself up more, I knew she was getting close. “Ride my face, baby.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, and soon, she was working with me to help her reach her peak. “Don’t stop…oh, God, don’t stop…” I wanted to tell her I never would, but now wasn’t the time to take my mouth off her pussy.

  Soon, Devi’s body was a beautiful arching sight, and she was exploding in my face. I slid a third finger in her pussy, and with my thumb on her clit, I was able to pull my face off her cunt and watch her come undone, still finger fucking her through her orgasm.

  Devi tipping over the edge will always be the most beautiful thing I will ever see.

  “Oh, God…Cassius…”

  I pulled my fingers from her body, crawled over her like a man possessed, and with one knee hooked over my elbow, I slammed my cock into her tight channel, and her sexy moans turned into soul-shattering screams.

  “Cassius!”

  “That’s right, Devi,” I grunted as I slammed into her over, and over again. “Let all these motherfuckers know who’s fucking you. Let the entire building know my fucking name. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them whose cock owns you.”

  Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she was withering all around me. “Cassius, please…”

  “This pussy’s mine, Devi,” I practically snarled down at her. “All of you belongs to me. All of you belongs to me, and I will fuck you whenever, however, and wherever the fuck I want.”

  Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she was getting so turned on, her nails were digging into my flesh and her whimpers were now deep, hard, desperate pants. “Yes, yes, yes…”

  “Mine,” I repeated. “Fucking mine. Only mine.”

  “Only yours,” she rasped out. “Only yours.”

  “And I’m yours,” I told her. “Only yours.” This wasn’t a one-sided thing. This woman owned me, and she deserved to know that. I wanted her to know that. I wanted her to know that I was so enraptured with her, no other woman on the planet would ever be a threat to her.

  In three days, I was in fucking love with her.

  “Cassius…I’m cum…” Her cries were cut off by a voiceless scream that had her head thrown back, her nails piercing my flesh, and her pussy clamping down on my cock hard enough that I shot off like a boy inside his first pussy.

  After what felt like my soul fusing with hers, I collapsed next to her, and pulled her into my arms. “Christ,” I muttered into the night. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” she mumbled breathlessly. “Holy crap, Cassius.”

  “Call me Cass,” I told her. “I like how you say it.”

  “But what if I like Cassius better?” she challenged playfully. I could hear the smile in her voice.

  “How about we forget my name altogether, and you just start calling me babe, or honey, or sweetie, or something domestic like that?” And I was absolutely serious.

  “I like babe,” she said quietly.

  “Babe it is.”

  “So, what happens next?”

  That was easy. “You move in with me.”

  Chapter 20

  Devi~

  I felt stupid.

  Like not my normal stupid, but really stupid. Like when you know you’re in over your head but it’s too late to back out. That kind of stupid.

  It’s only been a week, but I was still a bit of a mess. Not being used to a life of crime, every day I was certain the police were going to break down the front door and arrest us all. I wasn’t a total basket case, but I was close. While everyone else seemed to be handling everything well, even Kim, I couldn’t shake the bit of paranoia that made random appearances throughout the day. It seemed the only time I wasn’t a looking over my shoulder was when I was with Cassius.

  When I was with Cassius, everything felt right with the world.

  Kim and I had both taken the next two days off from work, where Kim got some much-needed rest, and me…well, I had been busy packing my stuff, so I could move in with Cassius. Granted, there hadn’t been that much to pack, but it had been such a crazy demand, that I finally understood the term ‘whirlwind romance’, because that’s what my relationship with Cassius felt like. I had moved in with a man that I only met a week ago, and if that wasn’t fucking crazy, I didn’t know what was.

  But it felt right.

  And now, in Cassius’ nice, spacious, high-rise condo, Atticus and his girlfriend, Pryce, were coming over for dinner, along with Xavier and his lady friend, Rochelle, who happened to be good friends with Pryce, if I was understanding the dynamics Cassius had explained to me when he had agreed to a family dinner, so I could officially meet everyone.

  And because Cassius was more observant than I had given him credit for, he had even invited Kim and Keith. While it was already apparent that I could trust Atticus and Xavier with my life, Kim was my friend. She was my comfort.

  And Keith was the only family I had, no matter how troubled he was.

  While Tuesday and Wednesday had been spent resting, Kim and I had gone back to work on Thursday with new provisions put in place. The Alto and The Tenor had bouncers and security guards because most bars did, but Cassius had hired security guards for his restaurants, and all employees-both men and women-were escorted to their cars after their shifts. But more obvious than anything, money was going into The Opera’s parking lot, and soon, it will be enclosed employee parking. If I insisted on continuing to work, then I was going to be protected at all costs-Cassius’ words, not mine.

  And, of course, I would continue to work. I wasn’t one to not earn my keep. Besides, if life has taught me anything, it’s that I always need to be ready to land on my feet. I had nothing against Cassius wanting to keep the wolves at bay, but I will always have an innate need to know I’ve got things on my end covered.

  A pair of strong, warm, manly arms wrapped around me from behind. I leaned back, and just enjoyed the feel of Cassius’ body heat comforting me. “Mmmm…this is nice.”

  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he whispered against my ear. “Let’s cancel dinner and hide away in the bedroom for the rest of the weekend.”

  “What about all the food?”

  “We can box it up and leave it by the front door. We’ll write their names on the boxes, so they’ll know which one is theirs.”

  I laughed. “Because that’s not rude, at all.”

  “The guys are lucky the girls are with them, or I’d do just that.”

  “Thank you for inviting Kim and Keith,” I told him again for the millionth time.

  “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied again for the millionth time. “Kim’s your best friend and Keith’s your brother, Devi. Of course, they’d be invited.”

  Whi
le Kim and I had gone back to work Thursday, Cassius had spent some quality time with Keith that day. And though neither would tell me the details of their conversation, a lot of seriousness had gone down between the two. Cassius had just kept telling me that everything would be okay, and Keith wouldn’t say anything. I didn’t push him either. I couldn’t fight his demons for him, and everyone knew that you couldn’t help someone who wasn’t ready to be helped. I could only pray that this horrible situation has been an eye-opener for him. If not, well…if not, then not much would change. Keith and I would just keep doing what we’ve always done.

  Get by.

  A knock on the door put a stop to the boxed dinner idea, and Cassius let out a dramatic groan as he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek before heading towards the front door. When Cassius opened the door and I saw Kim standing on the other side, I let out a grateful breath.

  The woman knew me well.

  She walked right on in, and when she threw her arms around me, she whispered, “You got people, too.”

  I hugged her back as I laughed. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too, weirdo.”

  We pulled apart, and she looked over at Cassius. “Nice digs.”

  Cassius smirked. “Thanks. You’re welcomed anytime.”

  Just then, another knock on the door sounded, and this time, Keith stood on the other side when Cassius opened the door, and my heart warmed with the sight. Like Kim, he knew me well, and showed up early, so I’d feel like I had the supported I needed to get through this dinner.

  Cassius and Keith shook hands, and then Cassius stepped aside to let him in. He came straight for me, hugged me, and held on longer than usual.

  Guilt was a motherfucker.

  “I’m starving,” a voice announced, and when we all turned towards the door, Atticus Sire was standing here, smiling, with a beauty by his side.

  But what surprised me was how, while Cassius was giving the beauty a welcoming kiss on her cheek, Atticus was heading straight for me, then wrapping me up in a hug. “Hey, Devi.”