SCARLET
How long has it been?
Devan has made my heart race a million times and the butterflies in my stomach haven’t rested.
This man is a big teaser.
And his teases are doing something to my body.
Which I find ironic considering I have only known him for a short while.
He’s a charmer.
And I’d better find a cure to his charms as early as now, if this facade is going to work.
For a while there, I had forgotten everything about my life and all my focus was on him.
It’s a good break, trying to keep my mind on something else and forget about Kelvin.
But it’s not a healthy break.
I don’t believe in that crap about the best way to get over a man is to get under another one.
I believe that would be inviting trouble.
And I’m not looking for a rebound.
Even if I was, a dangerous mafia king I’m in a contract marriage with wouldn’t be the best choice.
Or I’m just addicted to trouble.
I’m thinking about all this as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I had come here to wash my hands, but I take it as a chance to rearrange my thoughts after the marathon I just ran with Devan.
The marathon of him teasing me and making my body react to him.
The last thing I need right now is a connection with a man.
It’s just me and my wounded heart.
I get back to him and begin feeding him.
I’m his fake wife, but I wouldn’t want to watch him struggle to eat.
For the first few bites, Devan is cooperative.
He eats so well, chews so well.
I didn’t even know that was a thing.
Or it’s just that Devan’s dirty mind has infected me too.
When I feed him the last pieces, he looks at me, as he licks my finger, making a cold chill run down my spine.
He does it so slowly.
Like he’s savoring the taste of my finger.
And his gaze…His heated gaze, tells me exactly what’s running in his mind.
I might be riding on a train of insanity, because even after all the pep talks I’ve given myself, I’m not repulsed by his actions.
The idea of him licking my body.
Licking my pussy with that tongue that my fingers are feeling sparks up a desire in me..
I suck in a breath to control myself.
My heart races in my chest.
My pussy throbs at every thought of it.
When I retract my hand, Devan licks his lips.
His eyes fixated on me.
There’s nothing innocent about how he’s looking at me.
“That was great,” he says.
And I really don’t know what he’s talking about.
Sure, the food was great.
Do you know what else was great?
The way he licked my fingers.
The way he looked at me.
And it’s time to take the utensils to the kitchen.
I’ve had my fill, too.
Eating, while feeding Devan was a full-time job.
Especially, mentally.
“I’ll just get to the couch. You’ve had a long day. You need to rest, too,” he says, trying to shuffle out of bed.
I shoot him a glare.
“What are you going to do on the couch?” I ask, knowing very well the answer to that.
“Normally I’d sit there and hold my cock, thinking of a beautiful woman, but today I’ll just sleep.”
Oh my, God.
My pupils widen.
“There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on that couch, Mr. Galloway.”
“Oh, say that again?”
Now I want to hit his shoulder, but he’s hurt.
“You’re taking the bed,” I say.
“And you’re taking the bed. I’ll not let my wife sleep on the couch.”
This could go on the whole night.
One of us has to give up, and from what I see, it’s clearly not going to be Devan.
“Okay, fine,” we are both sleeping on the bed.
“I will not come anywhere close to you…unless you want me to.”
The way he looks at me.
The way he’s saying it.
He’s being genuine about it.
Fine.
I take everything to the kitchen and then prepare myself for bed.
In the closet, more female clothes have been filled in sections.
I find grey pajamas and change into them.
When I’m done, I find Devan seated.
His head against the headboard.
I crawl in bed while he stares.
I sigh before I cover up.
“Goodnight,” I say as I turn to face the other side.
Keeping my distance.
This is going to be a long night.
This is my wedding night.
It should have been my wedding night with Kelvin, but I’m here with Devan, and I don’t want anything to do with Kelvin.
Life comes at you so fast.
I’m sleeping next to a mafia king with a dangerous reputation.
Yet somehow I’m calm.
I’m not afraid.
I feel safe.
Is it strange?
But Devan Galloway has shown me nothing but kindness in this short period.
It makes me wonder, are the rumors about him true?
He’s a mafia king.
He’s definitely killed and committed all sorts of crimes, right?
But the man I just dined with?
The man who’s been teasing me the whole night?
He’s just…
Or maybe I’m finding excuses for him.
Then I remember what he did with my fingers.
Gosh.
How would that tongue feel in my pussy?
I shut my eyes at the thought of it.
The thought of his head is buried between my legs.
“Are you okay?” His voice startles me.
I almost jump out of my skin.
“I’m just finding it hard to sleep,” I tell him.
It’s not a lie.
“Anything I can help with?” He offers.
If you could make my fantasy come true.
Make me forget the real world.
“I don’t know,” I huff.
“Tell me a story?”
I joke.
“What story do you want?”
Okay, he took that seriously.
“What happened today, how did you get injured?”
I never asked about it actually.
But it’s a good distraction to all the crazy thoughts.
Devan is silent for a while, and I take it he doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Someone betrayed me,” he suddenly speaks up.