Page 85 of Wrecked By a Devil

My hands fist in the white sheets, knuckles turning white as I try to hold myself up. Every heavy, relentless thrust sends a shockwave right to my core, blurring my vision. In the mirror, our reflection is a breathtaking, beautiful mess, with Zeke’s tattooed body flushed dark, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto mine with a terrifying, absolute possessiveness.

He is devouring me, and I’m letting him.

“Zeke,” I gasp, my head barely staying up right. Every thrust is driving me over the edge, erasing the lingering worry about Mia, erasing everything but the sheer mass of him inside of me.

“Look at me, Riley,” he growls, his hand gripping my hip so tightly his fingers leave deep, red imprints. “Tell me who owns your pleasure.”

“You,” I sob, the word torn from my throat as a wave of heat begins to tighten deep in my belly. “You do, Zeke. Please?—”

“Show me,” he whispers darkly, lifting me up so my back is pressed against his front, changing the angle just a little, but enough to hit that perfect, agonizing spot deep inside me, over and over again with a brutal, steady rhythm. His teeth graze my lobe as he speaks. “Come for me, good girl.”

The praise is my undoing. A loud, broken cry escapes my lips as I feel my walls clench violently around him, pulsing in tight, desperate waves. The pleasure is so intense it borderlines on pain, making my knees go weak. I begin to collapse forward, butZeke catches me by the waist, holding me up, taking my orgasm with a low, primal groan of his own.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Show me how much you can take.”

He thrusts deep one last time, and I watch him in the mirror as he hides his face in the crook of my neck while pleasure overwhelms him, his body going rigid as he pours himself into me.

For a few long seconds, the only sound in the room is our ragged, synchronized breathing. My heart is beating so fast, I’m afraid it might jump out of my chest and run away.

Slowly, gently, Zeke slips out of me but immediately pulls me back against him. He drags the heavy duvet over us, bundling my trembling body against his chest without either of us saying anything. He wraps his thick arm securely around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest as he presses a kiss on the back of my head. The smell of sweat, clean skin, and the faint sweetness of vanilla overwhelms my senses.

My eyelids feel heavy and the phantom weight of his hands is still warm on my skin. The heavy, protective rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek finally manages to quiet the chaos in my mind. Safe in his bed, with his heat wrapped around me, I close my eyes, letting his strength carry me into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I open my eyes, it takes a moment to remember that I’m at Zeke’s place. In his bed, his sheets, wrapped in his addictive smell. I blush remembering the way he made me come undone. But then I remember Mia and my heart sinks all over again. I turn to face Zeke, hoping that just seeing him lie in bed next to me, will help me calm down.

“Zeke?” I blink in the darkness, realizing he’s not there. I’m all alone in his room and it’s still night.

I push the heavy, fluffy duvet off me and slide out of the coziness of Zeke’s bed. I put my clothes back on and wrap myself in the small blanket I find folded on the chair next to Zeke’s bed, and then I start searching for him.

I find him in his office, reading something on his laptop. He lifts his head from the screen when I enter the room, and I can see he hasn’t slept. There are a mountain of files spread across the table in front of him.

My heart aches at the realization that he went above and beyond to be near me when he had his own things to deal with. I wrap the blanket tighter around me as I approach him.

“You should be sleeping,” Zeke says.

“I was worried when I woke up and you weren’t there,” I admit. “But I could say the same thing about you. Do you ever sleep? Or are you a vampire?”

He lets a throaty laugh escape him as he raises an eyebrow. “I guess you’ll have to find that out by yourself.”

The look in his eyes goes dark and I feel the now familiar heat pool between my legs.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirks, returning his gaze to the computer.

“Can I keep you company?” I ask. “I don’t feel sleepy anymore.”

“Yes,” he nods. “There is coffee if you want some.”

I pour myself a cup before climbing on the sofa. It’s nice to spend time with Zeke even if I’m not doing anything. “What are you working on?”

“Just trying to figure out if my brothers and I missed anything,” he explains.

“About the missing girls?”

He nods. “My brothers and I suspect that Ronan Devlin, the head of another family, is behind all of it, but we don’t have any proof yet.”

I’m surprised he is telling me all of this. That alone warms my heart in ways I can’t even put into words. I don’t ask questions because I don’t want to distract him.

I can’t stop thinking about Mia, so I open the selfie she sent me yesterday, still unable to shake that feeling that something doesn’t add up. The selfie is taken at the work, in the breakroom. Nothing in particular stands out but as I continue staring at it, my eye catches the digital clock in the background. It’s small enough to be easily overlooked, but when I zoom in, I can clearly see that the date it’s showing is from a month ago.