Page 57 of Heartless Devil


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“Jesus Christ,” she cries out.

I grab her waist, pulling her closer to me, draping her legs over my shoulder.

“Fuck, Cole,” she moans.

I’m like a crazed man. It’s like I’m starving and she’s my last meal. This would be a hell of a way to go if that were the case.

I slip two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out in rhythm with my tongue. The taste and feel of her is making me rock hard.

She lets out a small moan and it lights my fucking body on fire.

I had no intention of fucking her out on this dock, but I need to be inside of her.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, pulling away.

“Yes, fuck me, please.” She pants.

I pull my shorts down and push myself inside of her, her body arching in response.

“You feel so fucking good, princess.” I groan.

This isn't romantic. It’s animalistic. It’s rough and hard. Both of us are panting and my fingers are digging into the skin on her waist. I’m sure I’m leaving bruises she’ll have trouble explaining tomorrow.

“I’m coming… come with me, princess,” I say, still pumping into her hard and fast.

I come crashing down from the high at the same time she does. Both of us are panting and sweating. I pull away, standing up to pull on my shorts. She’s laying on the dock, dress up, sweat dripping down her body. Her skin is red and flushed. Her hair is a wild mess.

She looks so fucking sexy it almost kills me.

It takes her only a minute to remember that she’s bare to the world in a public place. I watch her get up and straighten her dress and her hair.

I reach down, grabbing her panties and shoving them into my pocket before she has a chance to put them on.

“I need a souvenir.” I smirk.

She glares at me.

“You’re disgusting,” she says.

I walk closer to her, gripping the back of her neck with my hand, running my thumb across her cheek.

“Don’t you wish it didn’t turn you on so much?” I whisper before swiping my tongue across her neck and walking away.

I don’t bother looking back. I know she’s pissed, but I don’t give a fuck. This game is getting closer to coming to an end, and I’m trying to have as much fun as I can while it lasts.

Chapter Thirteen

CHARLOTTE

Iwatch Cole walk away, leaving me standing alone on a dock in the middle of the water.

There must be something mentally wrong with me. What the fuck was I thinking just fucking him right out in the middle of the beach where anyone can see? It’s like I’m trying to get caught.

I walk back towards the house, not even bothering to try and catch up with him. I need to keep myself away from him as much as I possibly can.

I think with my mom calling me non-stop, my fucked-up feelings for Cole, and what I know is waiting for me when I get home… I just can’t seem to think straight.

When I get back to the beach house, Cam and Tyler are both gone. I find Cole standing in the kitchen, smirking.

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