Devlin UnLeashed(63)

Fuck, it feels better than I remembered.

A gush of air escaped my lungs like I’d been resuscitated with his intimate invasion.

There were no pleasantries, no sweet nothings of how much he missed me—he just took me... hard. His cock owned me in a way no other had ever done. My body sang for him.

He was all sinewy muscles and sharp, strong hip fluctuations. Watching the intensity in his face and gazing upon the utter strength of his body was a sexual stimulant—a visual catalyst to my undoing. Devlin Ward was back to take what was his, and I had no authority to barricade him from ruling over my body.

Behind my shut eyelids, I danced though he shattered me completely. It had been a long time since I’d been with someone. Over two years of night sweats from realistically erotic dreams. My body exulted in the connection. Despite the painful stretch of Devlin’s cock.

My walls expanded to accept inch by incredible inch of his girth. His eyes were screwed shut, and he was lost in me as I quickly spiraled out of control to join him.

The storm that raged outside cloaked the sounds of my cries, his moans, and our melody of pain and love, which had never ceased to be beautiful despite the ugliness between us.

“I hate you,” I finally managed in the midst of a mind-altering frenzy.

“I know.” He ground his cock into me. “I hate me, too.”

Fuck him for making me feel sorrow for him. For making me feel anything for him.

He withdrew slowly and slammed so deep into me that my back arched, my nipples knotted with the jolting shock of pleasure, and my cry got stuck in my throat, only to be expressed in a single tear rolling into my hairline.

“But I fucking love you.”

And with that, he murdered me—finished me off as if I hadn’t sacrificed enough of myself for him. I came violently, crying out in shameless abandon. Overwhelming spasms overtook my body as he continued to thrust into me harder than before. His cock was like a steel rod, and my pussy accepted him like a well-oiled machine. Inevitably, we combusted, his climax capturing me in its magnitude and prolonging my orgasm. He sobbed my name while pressing kisses into the crook of my neck. I bit his shoulder, angrily, hungrily. We absorbed each other’s pain and pleasure, and it became a joining like no other we had ever experienced.

And as we lay in the aftermath of it, the silence was so loud I became lost in the sound of his beating heart against my ear. We didn’t say anything to each other, but we didn’t need to—our hearts remembered and spoke in volumes with stuttered pounding beats echoing into the hallowed silence.

It fucking killed me to admit it, even to myself, but at that moment, I felt more alive than I had in years.





Chapter Thirty-Five

Juliana

“We’re back full circle, huh?”

He tilted his head up and stared at me puzzlingly.

I pulled my arm. His gaze shifted to the restraints, but he made no move to approach the bed. “Are you going to keep me strapped to this bed?”

I regained his attention, but he was still not responding to any of my questions. “I can’t believe it was you… all those years ago.”

He furrowed his brows, his frown deepening as he wrung his hands together.

“Nicholas found a lot of things in the files on your computer.”

“You mean the files he fucking stole from me!” He stood up so quickly that his chair toppled. He paced back and forth, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“You’re King.”

He stopped to glare at me for a few seconds then continued pacing.

“Devlin!”

He halted, facing the door with his back to me. “You are King!” The muscles in his back tensed. He hung his head. I noticed the rise and fall of his frame as he took a few calming breaths, and I knew he was counting to five repeatedly.

“I never wanted to be your knight in shining armor, Juliana. I was meant to be a monster in your closet. The man who haunts your dreams. The one who has such a powerful hold over your heart that it thumps with anticipation when I walk through the door, even when you knew it was wrong. Tonight, I wanted to drain the fight out of you until your were whimpering at my feet. I was never meant to be anyone’s hero. I’ve always been the villain in your life’s story, and I can’t change that.”

“How could you just situate yourself into my life knowing what you’d done to me?”

He finally faced me. The anger that twisted his face moments ago replaced with a look of regret. “I didn’t plan it.”

“So how do you explain all those pictures? You followed me for years, Devlin.”

He ran a hand through his hair and looked away. “I needed to know you were okay.”