Spin Devil (4 page)

“See, Cleo? She likes it. So will you.”

Cleo’s energy was now solely directed into fighting the
wild, consuming ardor burning inside her. She met Sebastian’s compelling black
eyes and remained silent as she watched him slowly pull away from Luella and
begin to undress. She could feel his gaze engulfing her, slowly shredding away
her decency, her morale, until everything she felt was nothing short of animal.

“Take off your panties, sweetheart,” he uttered to Luella.

In her hurry, Luella was faster than he was, flushed and
eager to be taken by him, while Sebastian took his time. When Cleo finally saw
him fully naked, his clothes discarded over the sand, she swore she hated him
more than ever before.

He was perfection, as tempting as sin itself. His was a body
worthy of a centerfold, no airbrushing needed, no cropping or pasting. Just as
he was. Tall, lean and muscled. His skin was tight over his muscles and deeply
tanned, gleaming against the flickering lanterns like polished gold. Cleo all
but gaped at the curves of his biceps and arms, the hardness of his pectorals,
the lean, muscled valley of his stomach.

And then his cock, standing tall and proud from a mat of
hair as dark as his eyes. It was a weapon, one used to claim and conquer, and
to have the honor of sheltering it, to sheathe and nurture it, had to be in its
very own way a small piece of heaven. Cleo remembered thinking of it, dreaming
of it, wanting it madly and to no reason.

She hadn’t
wanted
to want him. Of the hundreds of men
she’d met in her life, Sebastian was the last man she’d ever wanted to fall
for. He was everything she’d been taught to avoid, everything she’d stayed away
from her whole life. There was nothing honorable about him.

If only her body would listen.

Suddenly Haley joined them. When Sebastian cupped Luella’s
hips from behind and slid his cock inside her, Haley knelt behind him, lowered
herself between his long, powerful legs and slowly began to suck on the big,
heavy balls dangling temptingly above her.

“Whatever you do, Haley baby, don’t stop,” Sebastian said in
a low, raspy voice, his words earning him a soft little moan and a long,
thorough lick to the balls from the eager Haley, who’d closed her eyes and was
kissing and nipping his sac like a starved person. As if suffering from a
deadly fever, Luella bent forward and brusquely shoved back her ass to receive
his length completely.

For some reason Cleo was simply not aware of, Sebastian’s
eyes never left her. Even when she’d been absorbed studying every inch of his
naked body, she’d felt his piercing black eyes on her. And now, as he
rhythmically slid his throbbing cock inside Luella, shoving his hips against
her buttocks and making her breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts while
Haley pleased him from underneath, he had eyes only for Cleo.

She couldn’t stand it, the heat of his gaze, the dark
proposal in it.

Cleo closed her eyes to block the image but when she did,
she found that the sight of Sebastian taking Luella from behind had been
indelibly branded onto her retinas. Luella screamed like a she-cat and Cleo
found little comfort in the pitch-blackness of her closed eyelids, for it was
impossible to block their sounds. Her brain conjured up images as she listened
to Sebastian’s harsh, deep breaths, Luella’s hussy little moans and Haley’s low,
savoring whimpers.

A moan tore from Cleo’s chest when a pair of lips closed
around her nipple. Her eyes opened to find David bending to take the other
nipple into his mouth while Jason licked and suckled the one he’d found first.
Jason groaned in agony, as if he were in a terrible amount of pain, and then
she realized he’d pulled out his dick and was slowly stroking himself.

Cleo felt her sex tighten at the onslaught. Two tongues
circling her nipples, two hungry mouths suckling her breasts.

“Do you like this, Cleo?” David murmured against the flesh
of her breast. “Would you like us to kiss you? Pleasure you?”

She whimpered in answer and at the deep wanton sound, they
both groaned, the vibrations on her flesh sending waves of pleasure through her
body in torrents.

Her eyes fell on Sebastian’s powerful form, his hips
slamming against Luella’s buttocks while she yelped in heat and need and want.
Haley was now cupping his buttocks and grazing the thin skin of his balls with
her teeth, slightly tugging, and Cleo watched Sebastian close his eyes and
groan deep with pleasure.

She used to get both captured and enraged when she’d watched
him simply kiss someone. Now, watching him with two women while she sat there
naked, waiting like a captive for him to come to her, felt like dying. A war
raged within her, desire, jealousy, hate and want collided and fought, made her
whimper in frustration, desperation. Her sex clenched with desire while her
soul seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Can I put my dick on your tits baby?” Jason asked, his
voice thick and urgent as he stroked himself.

“Yes,” she found herself saying in a low, sultry voice.

Yes, because she was crazy and angry and burning. Yes,
because she wanted to hurt Sebastian Russo, hurt him like he was hurting her
right now, torturing her as he had sex with the other women. Loving them.
Touching them. Just like in college.

David moved behind her and nuzzled her earlobe while Jason
positioned himself in front of her and gently guided his cock to her breasts with
a raw, frenzied look of ecstasy.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Cleo. I just want to rub my
dick…here.” Cupping the sides of her full, heavy breasts, he pressed them
together while he thrust his dick between them with slow, deliberate strokes.
“You’ve got awesome tits, Cleo. They feel so good around my cock, so soft and
big. Oh…baby…oh
shit
.”

Cleo felt feverish, aroused at the thought of Sebastian
seeing her like this, of making him feel the rage, the hatred, the desperation
she felt in watching him do what he was doing. She’d been watching him fondle
and kiss other women for years—dying slowly each time.

“Yes…
yes
,
Jason
!” Cleo urged—and then she
knew. Could feel it as certain as she felt her own pulse—Sebastian was
watching. He was watching Jason as he rocked above her, whispering praises to
her as he fondled and fucked her breasts, and all she could hope for—pray
for—was that he would feel even a trace of the sheer, destructive pain he made
her feel.

Thrusting faster, Jason groaned and pressed her breasts tighter
together. Leaning back against David’s chest, Cleo could feel his gaze burn the
top of her head as he watched in fascination the way Jason’s erect cock fairly
disappeared between the huge mountains of her breasts.

“Your tits…so amazing…so soft…so damned
huge
…” Jason
whispered. He looked down at her with ravaged blue eyes. “I wanna come, Cleo. I
wanna come on your tits.”

The carnal look in his eyes sent a spark of heat from her
sex to every nerve in her body like a thunderbolt. She trembled slightly and
arched her back as Jason pumped his hips and shuddered over her, shooting his
semen in several thick, creamy spurts just above her breasts. His come was warm
when it spilled and dribbled down her skin, trailing a shiny path toward her
nipples.

“Lick it baby,” he breathed, still shuddering slightly and
rocking his hips in slow, receding efforts.

For some ungodly reason she did as he asked. She pushed up
her breasts and licked her skin, her own sweat and his semen. Jason plopped
down to her side, his movement revealing Sebastian’s gaze, hot and livid on
her. Under his watch, Cleo made an art of licking Jason’s semen with the tip of
her tongue, drawing it into her mouth ever so slowly, as if it were a banquet.
It was salty, warm, with a musky scent that filled her nostrils.

Sebastian’s expression was that of an enraged, lustful demon
as he watched her, narrow-eyed, his hands fisting over Luella’s hips. He was
ramming into her like a primitive beast, the tight, sinewy muscles of his arms
and legs rippling as he did so. Only seconds after Luella shuddered beneath him
did he walk toward Cleo, his cock glistening from Luella’s juices and straining
up toward the sky in defiance.

“Cleo’s mine, fucking jerk-offs. Find yourselves another
partner,” he snapped.

David and Jason scrambled across the sand and Sebastian’s
eyes fell to the distended crests of her nipples, shining with both men’s
kisses and Jason’s semen.

Growling low in his throat, he dropped to his knees before
her, cupping her breasts in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the wetness,
erasing their marks. Braced back on her elbows, Cleo was no longer being held
down except by the force of his fierce black gaze, and she found it was just as
efficient.

She swore she hated him, and how she could hate him so
powerfully when she’d loved him so deeply and wanted him so much was a mystery
she would probably never in her life understand.

Gathering saliva, she spit at him, sent it splattering to
his face. Snarling, he narrowed his eyes, bending forward so that his bared
teeth were only an inch away from her face. “You’ll regret that, Cleo.” Just as
quickly he spat at her pussy, and she jerked at the impact of his saliva
against her swollen labia and clit. Pressing his hands against her shoulders,
he brutally forced her down on the sand.

“Let me go,” she hissed with more force than she thought she
could manage.

“If you want to play the coy little virgin girl, that’s fine
with me. I’m fucking you anyway.”

Lowering her voice to a mere whisper, she searched his face
with wide, cautious eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to.”

She gritted her teeth. “Just because you
want
and you
can
do something doesn’t mean you
should
!”

His fingers dug into her shoulders. “Is that what’s kept you
from my bed all these years?”

“That, yes! And the fact that you’re a vicious, rude, crude,
nasty gigolo!”

“Maybe if you’d given me some of this I wouldn’t have had to
sleep with half the town, baby,” he gritted, cupping her cunt in his palm and
brusquely rubbing in his saliva.

Cleo stiffened at the touch, biting back a moan.

When the pad of his thumb scraped over her clit, a scorching
heat, swift and blinding, surged through her body in shock waves. She fought to
still it, control it, tensing her muscles as it unleashed. Sebastian’s thick
lips were an inch from hers and when he spoke, the scent of beer wafted to her
nostrils, dizzying her. “I’ll bet your pussy is sweeter than any I’ve ever
tasted before.”

“No,” she breathed. “You’re mean. You’re a
devil
,
Sebastian.”

“Yes, I am. And I’ve been in hell because of you.” He parted
her legs farther and shoved his hard chest between her thighs, gazing down at
her swollen sex with hot, heavy eyes. “You’re so horny I can smell you, Cleo—it
makes me want to eat you.” Her cunt flooded with desire when he bent and grazed
her curls with his lips. Then, ever so slowly, he flicked his tongue and licked
her clit with a single deep stroke.

It was hell.

“Sebastian, please don’t…”

Don
’
t do this or don
’
t stop
? she
vaguely wondered. His touch felt so good yet at the same time, so very painful.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t concentrate…could only feel. His swift, powerful
tongue was now spearing inside her creamy pussy like a sword, killing her
resistance with each thrust.

“Quit the chat and fuck her, Bas,” Jason called from behind.
“Fuck those tits, man!”

“Yeah, we want to hear Cleo moan. Time to loosen up, Cleo
sweetie,” Haley offered cheerily. “The time has
come
for you to
come
!”

Sebastian growled between her legs, not liking the intrusion
of their voices, not a man who appreciated being told what to do. But his
tongue remained, delving inside her and Cleo thought she’d die from the shame.
She was ashamed that she was enjoying this, ashamed to admit that, yes, she’d
always—
always
—wanted this man. Inside her. Fucking. Taking. Cursing.
Biting.

She’d envied those women. Those loose women he always
accessorized with, one on each arm, each exposing an ample share of cleavage
and legs.

Cleo had been jealous but she’d swiftly smothered the
feeling, telling herself repeatedly those women were whores, hussies and sluts.
They had no brains and were valued solely for their bodies. Cleo frequently
found herself thinking how she should pity those poor, lost creatures, and how
she—Cleo Sonterra—was worth more than that, more than just a sexy body, for she
had a beautiful soul. She was a giving person, intelligent and dedicated. She
was worth more than those whores, more than those women who got to feel
Sebastian’s hands on their naked bodies, more than those women who got to be
held in a limp hypnosis in his sleek, muscled arms. Cleo wasn’t worthless
because Sebastian didn’t want her, didn’t love her back. His lack of want
didn’t make her worthless. It just made him mean and stupid.

Because Cleo had loved him more than anyone
ever
possibly could.

She didn’t love him anymore—she couldn’t. Not after he’d
crushed her heart repeatedly and rendered it incapable of such an emotion.

She didn’t even
like
him.

He had no scruples. He was a beast who broke women’s hearts
with no regard to their feelings. Lying, cheating, stealing—he did it all for
the hell of it. His laugh was always cynical and he constantly cursed the world
and everything in it. He was not a man she would
ever
introduce to her
parents.

Yet she’d wanted him,
still
wanted him. And perhaps
more than fear him, she feared her desire, for it was wild and untamed and
dangerous. And it was always there. Always this longing, this wanting.