Page 38 of Deal with the Devil


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“Rehearsals start at nine a.m. and go until around five p.m.” Stress lines form over her cute nose.

I stop my sip midway to my mouth. “What?”

“I have to figure out how I’ll get there. Papa’s driver used to take me.”

“I’ll drive you,” I say without a second thought. “And pick you up.”

“Thank you.” She looks around. “Where is your car?”

“I have three. They’re in the garage.” I have to think about whether or not she needs a guard. “Whatever you need, I’ll take care of.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

I roughly put the mug down. “You’re not. Never think that.”

“Okay. What’s your schedule?” she asks as if I don’t hurt people for a living.

“Nights. Usually.”

She nods thoughtfully. “That means you need to sleep during the day.”

“I used to have breakfast with Riordan every morning before going to sleep.”

“I won’t get in the way of that. I’ll take an Uber back and forth. If you’re okay with someone picking me up here.” She bites her lip. “But I don’t have a phone anymore. Papa took mine away last week.”

“I’ll get you a phone. And Riordan’s got a wife now, so I don’t meet him anymore. I’ll take you and pick you up from school. I’m strong, Katya. I’ve gone twenty-four, even thirty-six hours without sleep.”

“Really? You slept soundly last night.”

I think about that. Could the stress of what happened eclipsed what I normally deal with on the day to day? Did killing the man who hurthertire me out that much? It takes a lot to bring me down.

“Then you’ll sleep while I’m at rehearsals?”

“Aye.”

“Okay.” She perks up, looking excited. “Then when we get home, I’ll make you a nice dinner before you go to work.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I throw back the entire mug of coffee, ignoring the burn in my throat. I round the island to pour a fresh cup when Katya gasps.

“Um, Lachlan. You’re still naked.” She stares at a full-frontal view of me.

Fuck, how did I forget that? Why does it feel so natural to be with her like this?

Her eyes glance at my dick, still hard. “Do you want me to take care of that?”

“Take care of what?”

Her warmth closes in on me. “Do you want me to make you…come.”

“How do you know that word if you’re a virgin?”

“I’m twenty. I have cable and streaming. Plus, girls at school…talk.” She bravely stares at my dick. “Although, I don’t think anyone in my class has ever had anything that…big.”

Fuck, I have to consummate this marriage. Ruin her, so her father can’t abduct her and sell her to someone else. I need to keep her secure. That means violated, dripping with my cum. And with a big fucking smile on her face because she loves it. Loves me.

Can she? Love me?

Can I love her?

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