The Devil's Revenge (The Devil's Eyes) (9 page)
“I’ll think it over.” I say, stepping under his arm and walking away from him again. “Right now I need to clean up before bed. I feel disgusting, so feel free to go to your room because you are not sleeping with me tonight. I don’t care what you do.”
“Why not? Are you that angry with me still?” He asks with a slight cock of his head.
“No, I am that heartbroken still.” I say, setting him back on his heels a bit, but at least I got the reaction in his face that I wanted to see, pain and sorrow, which means he is sorry for the pain he caused me.
My shower feels wonderful, and as my anger begins to fade, I feel him watching me. Nick leans against the wall, blatantly making his presence known. I hide my smile from him and use the moment to tease him into a frenzy. Bathing myself, I work my old stripping skills and move my body to a rhythm that I know he will like. Checking over my shoulder, I see him watching me with a smile. I begin to imagine being with him again and I can’t finish up quickly enough. I turn off the water and open the shower door to an open towel and a nearly nude Nick. He wraps me up in the towel and takes it upon himself to dry me completely. Feeling his strong hands and his eyes wander over my body with a wanting desire makes me tremble for him. Nick stands straight and wraps the towel and his arms around me.
“Are you cold?” I shake my head feeling his smile against my neck. “Then why are you trembling?”
Turning towards him, I open my towel and drop it in front of him, “I don’t want to be covered up, I want you to know what you are going to be missing tonight.” I strut away from him and into our bedroom that is now lit up with candles, a fire and music, even wine sits chilling near the bed. He thought of everything.
Nick walks up behind me and takes my hand, “Come with me beautiful.” Standing me in front of the fire, Nick drops to his knees and looks up at me once before leaning down and pressing his lips to my feet. With a soft moan he moves to my ankles, my legs, all the while moving his hands ever so slowly up my body. Caressing me gently, Nick touches my skin over and over with his succulent lips, all the while asking one thing from me. “Forgive me, Princess. Forgive me, Kayla. Forgive me.” He continues to repeat between each kiss, between each tender press of his hands. “Forgive me.” He whispers with a cocky smile as he touches my inner thigh with his tongue. My heated gasp gives him reason to move further. “Forgive me, Kayla and let me do more than just kiss you… touch you but to …”
Suddenly I feel his tongue inside me and I have to grip his hair to keep from falling backwards. “Oh Nick.” I moan, trying to maintain control, but the more I try the more determined he becomes. His humming enjoyment vibrates within me more and more until my determination is worn down into a wild excitement.
Breathe … just breathe.
“Forgive me,” he whispers suddenly in my ear. “Forgive me and I will make you feel so good.” His lips trail across my shoulder and up my neck. “Forgive me, Kayla, and I will …” His fingers linger down my back as he faces me and begins looking into my eyes. The darkness in them is gone, but I can’t help but watch them as they dance. My body feels as if it is being held up by invisible arms as Nick’s presence swirls around me. “Do you want me? If you do, you know all you have to do is …” My whole body is leaning against him. I moan at his every touch and every whisper. “… forgive me, beautiful.” He whispers once more. My legs give and I fall into his arms, reaching for his mouth with mine and taking in his plush, wet softness with a moan. Sucking each full lip with respect, I have trouble letting them go. Nick pulls away and looks over me with a smile, “… say it.” Hesitating I caress his face and he kisses my hand as it passes near his mouth. “Kayla, I can’t go on without knowing that you forgive me for all the pain I have caused you. Please – forgive me.”
“Nick …I forgive you.” I say, meeting his smiling eyes. Within an instant, Nick picks me up and lays me out in front of him on our bed.
“I love you so much.” He says, pushing his generous erection tight and deep inside me. My eyes roll back while his thighs hold my legs open wide for him. He thrusts into me and his lips take in mine once again. My hands rub over his muscles, working their way down until I can feel his ass, where I squeeze with every motion and every groan from his lips. His abilities, as always, are amazing, but he is determined to make sure he has all the control in this. I attempt to move my legs and kiss his neck but am quickly laid back down. “Where are you going?” His strong arms hold me still. “I am trying to apologize, so let me apologize.” Nick tastes the tips of my nipples before moaning and taking an even deeper mouthful. Nosing me with a smile, he continues nuzzling me and filling me with every bit of him he can. I have not held him in so long, or been held by him, that I am tempted to give him his way and lie back to enjoy him. Watching him and his devilish eyes work their way up and down my body, I decide to reach back, close my eyes and enjoy the wondrous feelings surging throughout my body. The feeling of his moist lips on my skin, his strong hands massaging my body and his cock thrusting in and out of me with no sign of stopping. Nick nuzzles his way between my breasts whispering and groaning his pleasures. “You feel so good. I missed this, missed being inside you and feeling your legs wrapped around me. My dick is so hard and you’re so soft …” he moans a deep growl, pushing in deep inside me, “and so wet.” Taking my lip between his, I suddenly feel the peak of his heat and can no longer control the sensations running through me. Moaning my pleasures out loud for him, it only encourages him to go further. Concentrating harder, he begs me to come for him, begs me to show him, to let him feel my forgiveness. I breathe a little heavier with each begging whisper into my ear until I feel him reach that place inside me that makes my whole body crash into erotic pleasures. Nick moans happily as he enjoys my orgasm almost as much as I do. “I knew you would forgive me.” Nick smiles and groans out his own pleasures inside me, kissing my lips between each groan.
“Don’t get too cocky, Mr. Jayzon.” I say, caressing his smiling face and earning a kiss to my hand. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
“Damn lucky, Princess.” Nick trails his fingers over my slow healing bruises. “So tell me who did this to you?” Watching him look over each mark, I can see his lip curl and the tenseness begin to show in his eyes.
“If I tell you, do you promise not to get into trouble?” I ask him, making him look at me before he answers.
Nick’s smile returns and comes back to me with a soft sigh. “Tell me. You know I will find out anyway.”
“Oh baby, I know you know already but if it makes you feel any better about our hundred percent honesty arrangement, his name is Kirk Broman. And just in case you don’t know already … he was unforgiving in his pursuit of me.”
“Noted.” Nick says holding me tight within his arms. “Now put him out of your mind because he will never bother you again – that I promise.”
Kayla held onto me all night. It is going to be a while before she trusts me fully again, but at least she is back in my arms. My flawed plan has caused more problems than it has helped. I spend most of my morning arguing with Kayla about her going anywhere. I believe she should stay home and out of sight. She, however, believes she should be right in the middle of things. The woman drives me insane. She is unrelenting, but so am I. Finally, we are able to come to an agreement that works for the both of us. She will do her own work and be a decoy. I send a guard with her that is similar in height and build to myself and have him stay by my wife’s side pretending to be me. It should work decently enough for the time being, all I need is a few hours. Kayla comes down the stairs looking absolutely stunning and I have to smile as she catches me looking her over.
“Should I kiss him … or you?” She asks, pointing towards the guard I have ready to accompany her for the day.
Taking her by the hand I pull her into my arms, “It’s probably best you kiss me. I would hate to have to kill your guard before you go. Besides, I assure you I am the one that will be showing his appreciation tonight.” Her lips fit so nicely with mine that I almost forget where I am. “Hmmm… go before I can’t let you leave me.” Kayla leaves, taking the arm of the guard with a wink back in my direction.
Tease.
Now it’s time to get down to business.
It has been a long time since I had to fight to gain respect and territory, but no one knows how to take care of business better than me. Dwayne is reporting great results on his end, and Ryan is onto something that may help us with Welch. Reginald had to defect from Estrella quickly before I came back to life. He would have surely been fingered for spying for me. He has freed up some of Ryan’s duties and is doing better than expected with his part of the city. Now it is my turn, and I am quite ready to smash a few heads, but I have a few things to take care of first.
My first task is tricky. I clean up well and make sure to donate enough money so no one bothers to question my presence at a fund-raising event for the one, Jonathan Coulton. The expected Presidential candidate is handsome, I will give him that, and he easily fools people into believing he is trustworthy. But, I know where most of his fund-raising money is coming from - Welch’s dirty connections. Welch is trying to assure himself a Vice Presidency, and he is giving Coulton plenty of reasons to make sure he is. Welch is so full of himself he never notices me, but he isn’t my concern tonight. Tonight I am making a deal with some of the servers. I want Coulton’s glasses - I want his DNA. I have had a hunch about him for a long time, and now I am going to try to confirm it, even if it ends up being to only myself. With a quick exchange of money, I leave with what I came for and meet my sister in a private place to hand it off to her.
“I can’t believe you want me to do you a favor after what you pulled!” Lena immediately begins shaking her finger at me.
“Calm down. If I had told you then, your reaction when you found out that I was
alive
wouldn’t have been genuine, and you know it. Besides you’re in the clear considering everything is explained by Tanner being my uncle and me being lost in another country, unable to get in touch with anyone.”
“Save it. Oh, you are the most exhausting person! Why Kayla has anything to do with you I will never know …” She pauses and tilts her head at my smiling face. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear about your sexual escapades. What do you want me to do anyway?”
“I want you to get the DNA and compare them with the DNA on these items.” I say, handing over two bags.
“Why? Whose are they?” Huffing, her shoulders sink as she shakes her head. “I don’t know why I bother asking.”
“I don’t know either, but for some reason you keep on doing so. As much as you can’t stand my wife, you two are so much alike - stubborn as hell. So how are you? Have you gotten rid of your problem yet?”
“Nick, I swear. Brady is not a problem, I love him and you need to get use to that. Which reminds me, I am making him dinner tonight, we are celebrating our anniversary.” Lena wiggles, pulling out a little lingerie bag from her coat. My disgusted expression should be enough but she continues, “You are as much fun to irritate now as you were when we were kids.”
“Just get this taken care of as soon as you can. Please.” I stress, as she waits impatiently. Lena jumps up and kisses my cheek before running off with a smile.
My sister was a big help in faking my death, and even more so keeping me hidden. Lena’s house is quaint and the hidden basement apartment is easily accessible. But, the accommodations weren’t exactly perfect. I spent most of my free time trying to find Kayla and Ryan. With me dead, I thought maybe we could have that life together after all, little did I know at the time. I was so excited and determined to find them that I barely noticed Lena and her side interest. She did a good job of keeping him a secret from me until one night when Simone became impatient.
After watching the plane go down with Tanner, Lena drove me to her house where I set up to hide out until I could figure out what to do next. I couldn’t find my computer, I couldn’t find the backup and I just watched my uncle die. I waited the whole next day for Lena to come home and confirm that everyone was convinced that I was dead. She arrived home tired and stressed but was thankfully able to confirm. I felt bad putting her in that position but we both agreed that it was best for everyone.
My emotions were so strong that I remember every feeling I felt that day:
My sadness is only masked by my realization for what could be. Tanner would love the idea that it was because of him that I am able to have the life he thinks I should have chosen. With that in mind, I begin to make a new plan to find my wife and son. If I am dead, then no one will be looking for us, and maybe now we can have that life Kayla wanted. I become even more excited until there is a knock at Lena’s door, worrying me that maybe someone doesn’t believe I am dead after all. I carefully work my way outside with my gun in hand and take aim at the man standing at the door, Simone. I assume he is here to question her about me, so I rush to tell her what to do and say but the look on her face gives me pause.
