The devil

Her face screws up. “I do—”

“You’re neither.” I wipe her tears away with my thumbs.  “You’re the type of girl who can do anything she sets her mind to and succeed.”

She leans her forehead on my chest. “You really think so?”

“I know so. You don’t even have to try. Everything you want in this world is already yours.” She trembles and I run my knuckles down the nape of her neck, watching goose bumps erupt over her delicate flesh. “All you have to do is reach out and take it.”

She looks up, her blue orbs darkening with lust. “What if everything I want is standing right in front of me?”

My dick twitches and I mutter a curse. I’m not sure I have enough willpower to keep turning her down. Not when she’s pressing her hot little body against me like she is now.

But I have to. The lines between us are becoming blurred again.

“Eden—”

She places her finger over my lips while her other hand falls to my zipper. “I know.” Slipping her hand through the opening of my pants, she runs a finger over my thickening erection. “But according to the clock on the wall, it’s officially my birthday.” I grunt when she wraps her hand around me and squeezes. “And I really want a birthday kiss.” She smiles coyly and drops to her knees. “Or should I say—to blow out my candles.”

I’m a sick man because those i

I’m pretty sure this is what standing outside the gates of hell must feel like.

“Eden,” her name comes out in a low groan as she takes me into her mouth.

This is wrong. So wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“Suck it faster.”

I’m so fucking sick.

Sick. Sick. Sick.

“Good girl.” I wind her hair around my fist as bolts of pleasure caused by her hot little tongue punch through my body. “Suck me just like that.”

Gagging sounds fill the room as she goes to town on my dick, taking me in swift long strides.

Bracing an arm on a nearby chair, I watch as she pleasures me, somehow looking even better than all the fantasies I’ve had starring her over the last year.  

Pink full lips stretched around my shaft. Cheeks hollow from sucking. Blue eyes glassy from my cock constantly hitting the back of her throat.

In other words—utter perfection.

And God help me because it makes me want to find out what she’d look like if I was balls deep inside her.

She picks up her pace and I rock into her mouth. “Fuck.”

I should end this, but the devil on my shoulder whispers that since I’m already going to hell, I might as well enjoy it and take everything she’s offering.

And despite being a grown man who knows better, I listen.

Yanking her upright, I shove her on the bed.

Her eyes widen in surprise. She looks so i

I hover over her slim frame. “You drive me fucking crazy.” Ru

Her chest heaves, drawing my attention to her perfect tits. “Anything you want.”

“That so?” With a grin, I shove my hand underneath her shirt and cup her tit in my hand. They’re every bit as firm and ample as I thought they’d be. “Take this off and let me see them.”

She makes quick work of removing her top and I make my way down her torso, pausing to lick and suck every inch of her toned abdomen.

Circling her belly piercing with my tongue, I look up at her. I feel like a goddamn teenager again because all I can do is stare at her full breasts and peach colored nipples.

Her cheeks turn pink and she starts to cover herself, but I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.” With a grin, I push her jeans down a little, revealing those razor-sharp hipbones. “We’re not done.”

My cock throbs when I see her smooth, bare pussy peeking out. “Not even close.” I pop open the button on her jeans and graze the length of her slit. “So wet.” Stretching my fingers, I open her. “So pretty.”

I plant a kiss on her sensitive clit and she utters a throaty moan that goes straight to my balls. “Do you have any idea how bad I want this?” I circle the sensitive bud with my tongue. “How much I want to make you come all over my dick.”

“Do it,” she rasps, goading me. “I told you, I'm all yours.”

With a groan, I tear her jeans off and position myself between her thighs. I’m about to thrust, but I feel her body tense underneath me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” The pink of her cheeks deepens, and she draws in a shaky breath. “I just haven’t…I’ve never done this before so I’m a little anxious.”

I freeze, the awareness of what we’re about to do hitting me like a steel bat to the prick. I suspected she was a virgin, but hearing her confirm it seconds before I’m inside her, makes this whole thing feel even more…wrong.

I look down at my cock nudging her entrance, wondering how the hell I let myself get so far down the rabbit hole.

I care about Eden. Really fucking care about her. In two very different, very conflicting ways.

But one side is wi

 “I’m on the pill.” She smiles nervously. “You don’t have to worry.”

I stand up and tuck myself back into my pants. “I’m not taking your virginity.”

“What?” She sits up. “Why? Everything was perfect.”

“No, everything was not perfect.” I pick her clothes up off the floor and hand them to her. “You deserve more than this.”

“But I love you, Cain.” The space between us tightens as we lock gazes. “I love everything about you.” Her lower lip trembles. “Even when you hurt me, I still love you.”

There's a part of me that knows I'll regret what I'm about to say the moment the words are out of my mouth, but it's the only way. This can't keep happening. We're spiraling out of control and if I don't stop it...lives will be ruined.

Just like last time.

“No, you don’t. You only think you do because you never leave the house and you don’t know any better. You’re a sweet, beautiful girl. But this thing…this sick shit brewing between us is over for good.”

Hot tears fall down her face. “But you love me too.” The tears fall faster, and I honestly hate myself for making her hurt like this. “I know you love me.”

“I do love you, Eden.” Then before hope can rear its ugly head, I add, “But not in that way. I love you like a f—”

“Don’t,” she chokes out, shooting me a look that would turn a weaker man to stone. “Just get out.”

“Eden—”

She grabs a vase off her nightstand and I watch as it shatters against the wall. “Get the fuck out, Cain.”

I walk to the door, my heart in my throat. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” She buries her face in her hands. “You never are.”