Page 29 of Heartless Devil

He’s so close. Close enough that my chest is brushing against his. I can feel his breath on my lips.

“Did you get fucked tonight?” he asks, leaning down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“That’s none of your business, Cole,” I manage to say, trying to steady my breathing so he can’t see how affected I am just by his presence.

“Did you think about me the whole time? How it would feel if I were the one touching you, kissing you, pushing myself inside of you…” He sounds angry, but it doesn’t matter, I still feel the wetness pooling between my legs.

“Fuck you,” I say, my voice trembling.

He turns his head so he’s looking straight at me, his lips barely ghosting mine.

“You wish,” he whispers.

I try to get away from him, putting my hands up to his chest to push him away.

He puts his hands on either side of my head, caging me in, dipping his face closer and closer to mine.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet right now. Whatever he did for you, I can do it a hundred times better.” I feel his fingers trail up my thigh, making their way up my T-shirt, until he traces the outline of my panties.

“Cole,” I warn.

I can’t figure out if the thought of being caught makes me want to throw up from fear or from the thrill.

“Let me find out if you’re as wet as I think you are.” He growls, two fingers dipping below my panties, brushing against my pussy.

My head rolls back, hitting the top cabinet. Jesus fucking Christ.

When he pushes two fingers inside of me, I can feel myself clenching around him. I think I might come from this alone.

“Holy shit, Charlie.” He breathes, putting his forehead against mine.

This man. This fucking man is brilliant with his fingers. The way he makes them dance inside of me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. There isn’t a coherent thought in my brain right now. My breathing is heavy, my eyes are closed, and my hips are rolling against his hand.

“Stop, Cole. You have to stop,” I breathe out, not meaning a damn thing I’m saying.

“Come for me, Charlie,” he says, continuing his magic with his fingers.

I feel my body tense up, an orgasm so close I can taste it. It’s like diving from the high dive and once I land the inevitable crash happens.

He pulls his hand away from me and I immediately miss his touch.

“That was so much easier than I thought.” He smirks, and I watch him slip both fingers between his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

His words are like a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head. He played me. He played me and I was like putty in his hands. I’m just a game to Cole Garrett, and now he has something to hold over my head.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” I say, pulling my shirt down as far as I can.

“I know I am, but you’ll be thinking of this for a long time. Meanwhile, I’m going to head back to my room and let Sasha do things to me that you only wish you could do.” He smirks, pushing off the counter and walking away.

I glance at the clock on the stove to see it’s already three in the morning. I’m sexually frustrated and I feel like a fool.

He just made me feel dirty. I wipe a lone tear from my eye and walk back towards my bedroom. A shower is just what I need right now.

Hopefully, I can wash away the guilt that is eating at me right now. All I can think about is Cam finding out, and what she would do. I don’t know what I would do without her, and here I am doing the only thing she’s ever asked me not to do. What is wrong with me?

“Where have you been?” James asks when I get back to the bedroom.

“I needed a drink,” I say, shutting the door behind me.