The devil

Chapter 13 Cain

Past…

It’s weird mourning a life that doesn’t belong to you. Not that I’m proud of what I’ve done. Pretending to be someone you’re not is wrong.

No matter how fun it can be.

Kristy: I’m naked.

Kristy: Waiting for you to come in here so you can tie me up and ram that fat dick of yours in my ass.

I damn near whimper as I read her texts. I want to respond…no, fuck that. I want to find her and shove my fat dick in her ass—but it’s the end of the day and I have to return Damien’s phone.

Not that it would matter if I didn’t. I’m pretty sure Kristy—whoever she is—would call the cops if I showed up instead of Damien.

My fingers itch to respond, but I shove them in my pocket.

Late last night I went through Damien’s phone and erased all the texts I sent to Kristy and a few other chicks he talks to.

The last text Kristy sent is a good place for them to rekindle their relationship, though so I won’t delete it.

Christ, I hate him. The guy has it all.

My mood is grim as I continue walking down the hall to Mrs. Miller’s classroom. I’m ten minutes late, but considering Damien hasn’t gone on a search mission to find me, that’s a good sign.

Or maybe not, seeing as the classroom’s empty when I arrive.

With a sigh, I walk over to one of the lab tables in the front. Mrs. Miller is the new science teacher at Black Hallows. She’s also hot as hell. Every guy in my senior class—even the dumb ones—managed to get a B+ or higher in biology this year. I think it’s safe to say Black Hallows High will keep her on board.

It’s a shame I can’t re-take her class after I graduate. It might be worth another year of this crap to see her killer legs in those short skirts she wears. Her husband—the assistant football coach—is one lucky son of a bitch.

I place Damien’s phone on the desk—because I have better things to do with my life than wait for him to show up—and turn to leave.

I’m halfway to the door when I hear someone moan. Well, not just anyone. A female.

I should mind my business, but my curiosity gets the best of me when I realize it’s coming from the lab closet behind the teacher’s desk.

Wandering over, I look through the small glass window of the closet door…and nearly pass out.

Because there’s Mrs. Miller…getting pounded in her tight little ass by none other than Damien King.

“Grab your ankles, Mrs. Miller,” Damien instructs, and fuck me because this shit is better than porn. Especially when it’s not your girlfriend he’s screwing.

Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder, I cup my hand over the glass so I can get a better look.

“I told you to call me Kristy,” Mrs. Miller rasps as she grabs her ankles.

I freeze, hoping I’m hearing things.

“If you let me smear my cum all over your asshole and lick my fingers clean, I’ll call you whatever you want.”

Fucking hell. I should leave.

“Deal.”

My legs don’t seem to get the signal…because both my brain and dick are too busy watching Damien spread Mrs. Miller’s ass cheeks while he continues ramming his dick inside her sphincter.

Jesus. I spent a year and a half with Katrina and she never let me see that part of her. The craziest thing we ever did was sixty-nine…and that was for special occasions. Yet here Damien is, hammering the ass of the hottest teacher I’ve ever seen in my life while she asks him to call her by her first name.

What the hell does he have that I don’t?

Whatever it is must be good, because a moment later, he shoots his load all over her plump behind and she does exactly what she promised.

My balls twitch as I watch her lick the cum off his fingers…and they downright ache when she gets on her knees and cleans his dick next.

I spin around, intending to leave thanks to my now raging hard-on. I’m almost to the door when I pass his phone on the desk I left it on. I’m in a Catch-22 because I don’t want Damien to know I was here while he was having sex with Mrs. Miller…but I also don’t want to deal with him anymore.

Sadly, my split-second of hesitation costs me because I hear the closet door open.

Like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, I go into panic mode and start ru

“Oh my God,” Mrs. Miller—Kristy—shrieks.

I feel like a wild animal about to be caged.

“I didn’t see anything,” I yell, which is hands down the stupidest thing to say in this situation.

“He…he…” Mrs. Miller stammers when Damien walks out behind her. “Cain’s here.”

Damien, as usual, remains unfazed. “Told you to cover the window on the door.”

“I can’t cover the window,” she whisper-shouts. “It’s against school policy.”

Damien shrugs. “So is screwing a student.”  

She glares at him. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. You stayed after for extra credit. I was simply helping you find the materials you needed to get your project done.”

I’ll say.

She gives me a saccharine smile. “I assure you there’s nothing inappropriate going on.”

Damien rolls his eyes. “Cain’s not dumb. The worst thing to do when someone has leverage against you is act like they’re stupid or delusional. It only pisses them off.”

He’s not wrong. Although I wouldn’t mind rewinding the last ten minutes.

With the exception of seeing Mrs. Miller’s ass.

Blowing out a breath, she clutches her chest. “You’re right.” She looks at me. “Cain, please don’t—”

“Is that my phone?” Damien moseys over to the desk and picks it up. “About time.”

Mrs. Miller blinks. “Cain had your phone?”

Oh fuck. “No.”

“Yeah—” Damien’s creepy eyes flick to mine. “What’s your deal, Carter?”

Shit.

I can see the wheels turning in Mrs. Miller’s head, but before I can explain, she blurts out, “How long did he have it?”

Much like Mrs. Miller was in that closet, I’m screwed. Not only will Damien pound my face in for pretending to be him, but these things have a way of coming back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

Being cautious about my behavior is something my father has always instilled in me. The worst thing in the world would be finally becoming a senator, or my ultimate goal—President—down the road and having my lewd and vulgar texts to a teacher come to light.

People get off on making those with power suffer for their sins. No matter how many they’ve committed themselves. Hypocrisy at its finest.

It’s why I always play by the rules. It’s not just my present I have to think about…it’s my future. Always my future.

Damien’s mouth curves into a cruel smirk and I know he’s about to fuck me as hard as he fucked our biology teacher. “A little over a week.” His lips twitch as he turns to her. “Why?”

Her cheeks take on a tomato color and it’s enough for Damien to put two and two together. “I knew it.” To my surprise, he laughs. “Damn, Cain. Didn’t think you had it in you.” He presses a few buttons on his phone and clicks his teeth. “You even got rid of the evidence like a good little politician.”

I swallow, and it feels like nails going down. I need to get the hell out of this room. “Look, Mrs. Miller, your secret is safe with me—”