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absolutely still.
    Devlin’s hand stroked the bear at my hip. He
sighed, his face pressed into my hair, then unzipped his jeans,
shoving them down. He bent his legs, and pressed to me, his stiff
organ sliding against my bare cheeks, flexing gently. “Feel that,
Sar?” he whispered, tilting my hips to put the head of his cock
against my moist glans. “Only you excite me this way.”
    He pushed up and into me suddenly, again
tearing a scream from my lips. Devlin moaned, the sound all
encompassing, primal, and utterly possessing. I scrambled to get
away from him, scrabbling at the wall with my hands as he pounded
into me. Devlin tightened his hand at the back of my neck, and
clamped down on my hip with the other, holding me fast. With a
snarl, he bit down again into my shoulder, and began drinking.
    I let out a cry of surprise, then pleasure
flooded me, and I sagged in his arms. Devlin swallowed me down,
still moving fast, then withdrew, his breath hot at my throat.
    “You’re mine,” he hissed in a sinister tone.
“Do you hear me, Love? You are mine.”
    “I’m yours,” I moaned loudly, climax flooding
me. “I’m yours, Dev. Yours!”
    Devlin went rigid at my words, then shouted
my name in a scream, his body jerking as he let loose inside me for
the third time. “SAR! Aahhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!”
    He loosened his grip on me as he finished
moving, then separated from me. Gently he turned me to face him,
shaking slightly and breathing hard. “I’m sorry if I was too
rough,” he said. “Did I hurt you, Love?”
    “I don’t think so. Do I have bruises?” I said
hesitantly, looking down at my body.
    “Yes,” he said haltingly. “From my hands,
where I held you to the wall. They should fade in a day, but I’ll
heal them for you if they hurt.”
    “I’ll be okay,” I said wearily, then
staggered.
    Dev steadied me. “I’m sorry,” he said gently.
“I should’ve waited to do that until later.” He guided me to the
bed, sat me down, then handed me my jeans and underwear. “Let me
dress and I’ll help you.”
    Disconcerted, I watched him dress, wondering
what other fantasies he planned to enact tonight. I was already
bruised, and I’d only been here an hour. I slipped back into my
jeans gingerly, careful of my tender flesh.
    Devlin regarded me. “Do you want me to carry
you downstairs?”
    “I think I can walk,” I said, giving him a
look.
    “You can walk when we reach the food,” he
said firmly. “I want to carry you, and you’re clearly worn out.” He
reached down, I put my arms around his neck, and he picked me up.
Grabbing my purse with his free hand, he handed it to me, then
repositioned my weight in his arms. Leaving his door wide open, he
walked downstairs with me in his arms.
    I expected his security to be like Danial’s
was, for someone, maybe Lash, to meet us in front of the house with
one of the Hummers. Instead, Devlin carried me into the living room
where at least ten people were watching TV. Blood splattered on the
big screen, as some young virgin died a messy death. Lash was
sprawled on the couch by himself, no one nearby, the others
scattered here and there, some on the floor, others on chairs, a
few standing against the walls.
    As Devlin came to stand in the doorway with
me in his arms, everyone looked up. Lash paused the movie, his
blatant stare knowing. I flushed crimson, realizing they’d all
heard our screams of climax from upstairs.
    “We’re heading to Davy’s,” Devlin purred. “We
need an escort of three, at least. Drinks are on me. Who wants to
come?”
    I was appalled he let them drink on duty, but
didn’t speak.
    “I’ll come,” Lash said quickly, uncoiling
himself from the couch. “I was bored anyway.”
    Two other men came forward. One said, “Vince
and I’ll go too, Boss.”
    “Good,” Devlin said, gesturing with his head
for them to go out in front of us.
    Devlin helped me into a Hummer parked past my
truck, then got in beside me. One guard