Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Mr. Cabot…” Devlin’s fists balled. “I would suggest that you leave before you say something that you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”
“You…” My father grabbed my arm and yanked me towards his side. “Once I get her to the car, I’m coming back—and you sure as fuck better not be here.”
“Oh yeah?” Devlin stepped up, squaring off with my father. “What if I am? What are you going to do—old man.”
“Devlin!” A voice roared—and the few people that had started to murmur immediately grew silent.
“Shit…” Devlin’s fists dropped.
It was Dominic Windsor—and the moment turned into a nightmare. He charged into the middle of the dance floor and pushed Devlin back. Devlin tried to take a step towards me, his father grabbed him. We were forced apart—and when I reached out for Devlin, I only managed to touch his hand before my father started dragging me to the door. Devlin pulled away from his father and ran towards me, but Dominic said something that made him pause in his tracks. I couldn’t hear what he said, but it had an immediate impact on my date. The look of rage on Devlin’s face faded, and he just watched until I was pulled around the corner and lost sight of him.
“How could you do that?” I pulled my arm away from my father as soon as we got outside. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You don’t understand!” He roared and started walking towards the car. “You can’t see him—not anymore!”
“Daddy, I—like him.” I managed to avoid saying the other L word—the one that was simmering inside me.
“You’re a child. You have no idea what you’re doing.” He opened the door when we got to the car. “Get in.”
As soon as I got home, I had an explosive argument with my father, but he refused to even acknowledge my feelings. When the tears overwhelmed the rage, I made my way upstairs and slammed the door to my bedroom. I immediately grabbed my cell phone and tried to call Devlin, but he didn’t answer. I left him a voicemail, apologizing for what my father did, and begged him to call me. I was still waiting for my phone to ring when exhaustion finally took me several hours later.
The next morning, I still didn’t have a message from Devlin. I had messages from my friends, especially Annie—and apparently, I was the talk of the school. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I had never felt more embarrassed in my whole life. I sat up on the edge of my bed and tried to call Devlin again, just hoping that he would answer—but I got his voicemail. I didn’t even bother to leave a message.
“Good morning, Miss Violet.” My door opened and Maria walked in with a smile on her face. “I guess you won’t need me to open your curtains to wake you up this morning.”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth.
“I heard the commotion last night. Your father sounded angry.” She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah…” I nodded.
“Does this have anything to do with Devlin Windsor?” She tilted her head to the side. “I saw you getting into his car…”
“You didn’t—tell my father, did you?” My head snapped to the side.
“No, of course not.” She blinked as if she was insulted that I would even suggest that. “He got a call from someone, and I’m not sure who it was, but he was really upset when he left.”
“He just doesn’t understand.” I dropped my head. “He doesn’t see Devlin like I do…”
“The heart can be confusing sometimes, but you’re young—it’ll make sense when you’re older.” She patted my hand.
“Why does everyone keep accusing me of being a child?” My words snapped off my tongue and I felt my anger rising.
I’m not a child.
I know what I want.
I want Devlin Windsor.
I might not have gotten what I wanted last night, but I’m not going to give up.
I’ll find a way to sign my soul over to the devil if it’s the last thing I do.
Nine
Devlin
Present time
“That’s it,” I groaned, my fingers wrapping in a mane of strawberry blonde hair. “All the way down, come on now. You can take it.”
The girl whimpered, but the sound only made me grip her harder, needing to fuck my load into her throat. I was holding onto her hair right above her forehead, positioning her over the tip of my cock and making her suck me like the pro she was.
“Go on, baby, suck harder,” I growled next, and she looked up at me with watery eyes, begging for so much more than I wanted to give her. And they were not the eyes I wanted to see.
With a sigh, I pulled out of her mouth, spit dribbling from her chin to her exposed chest when I put my still-hard cock back in my pants.