Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil Owns Me Now: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

I worked my tongue along the underside, tracing the thick vein that throbbed with every push, trying to make it good for him, to calm whatever fury had him like this. But he wasn't gentle, his balls slapping my chin rhythmically as he picked up speed. The room filled with wet, slurping sounds, my mouth stretched taut, gagging every few strokes when he went too far. My jaw ached, my lips were numb, but the way he shuddered above me, with his breath hitching, made heat coil in my gut. Why was he doing this? Coming back for seconds like he couldn't get enough, like one round on the table hadn't satisfied the beast in him. Was it possession, fear, or just raw need?He released my wrists suddenly, and I braced my hands on his thighs again, pushing back a little to catch my breath, but he yanked my head forward, burying himself to the hilt. '“No fighting…suck harder.” He said and I obeyed, bobbing my head now and taking him as deep as I could without gagging, my throat relaxing from the e

"Leon..." I whispered, but he just hummed low, his breath hot on my neck as he untied the ropes of my joggers with one hand, cool air hitting my skin, then his fingers wrapped around my bare cock, stroking it from base to tip with a grip that made my hips buck. Pre-cum slicked his palm quickly, and he used it, sliding up and down in lazy pumps while his other arm tightened, holding me flush against him. The helicopter dipped slightly, turbulence jolting us, but he didn't stop and twisted his wrist, his thumb swiping the slit to spread the wetness.My head fell back on his shoulder, my eyes half-lidded, watching the ground blur far below. This was insane because we were doing this mid-flight, with his guys right there but the thrill twisted with that dark pull he had on me. His dick ground up harder now, rutting against my ass through our clothes, matching the rhythm of his hand on me. "Quiet," he muttered, voice hoarse in my ear and I nodded, clenching my teeth as he sped up, fist ti

Where the hell had the car peeled off to? I thought to myself as my fingers drummed on the leather seat, my nails biting into my palms as the SUV drove forward. "The boss told us to take you wherever you want to go in the city," the bodyguard next to me said, his voice flat and professional, like he was reading from a script. "He also gave us some cash, just in case you need to spend money." All I could do was roll my eyes, staring at the partition like it had personally offended me. Cash? Leon gave me money to spend? Just like that? It didn't sound right and It just sounded like a consolation prize for being ditched.But wait, shouldn't I be thrilled? That I was alone in all of this, without Leon looming over me, with no rules from his end and no watching of my every move. I could wander into shops, blow stacks on clothes or gadgets or whatever caught my eye, without a single worry about the bill.I wouldn’t need to watch his reactions, or second-guess if he'd approve anything I do

I was brought out of my thoughts abruptly when Jax stepped up to our table at the rooftop bar, holding out a sleek black phone. “It's the boss.” he said, his tone clipped and professional. “He wants to talk to you.”He barely got the words out before I lunged for it, snatching the phone from his grip and pressing it to my ear with trembling fingers. Everything around me faded as Leon's voice filled my ear. “Is everything okay?" he asked, concern edging his usual gruff voice, and fuck, I nearly melted right there, the annoyance I felt from him leaving me dissappear. How could one sound unravel me so completely?“I guess…” I managed to say, my voice cracking a bit. I cleared my throat, straightening up in my seat, trying to pull myself together before I sounded like a total wreck. The whiskey's warmth lingered on my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the heat pooling in my gut from hearing him.Desperation clawed at me as I needed something, anything, to confirm he was as twiste

I made a beeline for the bathroom in the master bedroom. It was all marble and fancy with soft towels, soaps that smelled like wood and something fresh. The shower was very nice, with water coming from everywhere, it was hot as hell, beating down on me until some of that knot in my shoulders loosened up. I stayed in there longer than I meant to, letting it rinse off the sweat from the day, the drinks, and the whole mess of being out without Leon. I dried off, then dug through the closet for clothes. I grabbed some comfy sweats and a basic t-shirt because I wanted to put on nothing special. It didn't smell like Leon so I had no idea whose they were, they were probably just extras for whoever crashes here.Feeling a bit more like myself, my stomach started growling like crazy. I checked the kitchen and opened the fridge but it was filled with nothing but water bottles. I grabbed one and chugged half of it down. It was cool and good but it didn’t satisfy the hunger I was feeling and I