Blind Devotion by Sam Crescent

sounded tired once again. The shit with Gonzalez was really
starting to wear thin.
    “I can’t answer that right now, boss. She means
something.”
    “You want to fuck her?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Then this is going to start causing problems,” Devil
said.
    “I’ve wanted to fuck other women before. None of them
have ever been a problem.”
    “Are you being fucking stupid on purpose? None of the
other women you’ve fucked have forced you to take this next step. You took this
girl—”
    “Woman,” Pussy said, interrupting Devil’s rant.
    “ Don’t fucking interrupt me.
This girl , you’ve taken her away from
her family and telling me you’re not letting her back to the people who can
protect her? Please, tell me, Pussy, if that’s not laying fucking claim to her,
what is?”
    He remained silent, seeing Devil’s logic.
    Watching her suck on the straw of her milkshake sent
Pussy’s cock into overdrive. Fuck, this woman didn’t have a clue how hot she
was.
    “Are you going to answer me?”
    “Yeah, I’m laying claim to her. There’s something else
that you might want to get Whizz to have a look at.”
    “What is it now?” Devil asked.
    “I was talking with Sasha, and she mentioned that her
stepfather Kenneth was having meetings with an Italian guy. She can’t give us
anything more as she can’t see.”
    “What’s this got to do with anything? Whizz is busy as
it is trying to find ways of bringing Gonzalez down.”
    Running fingers through his hair, Pussy watched a
couple of men staring at his woman. Starting toward her, he spoke quickly.
    “An Italian in
meetings with one of the men on the town council, Devil. That strikes me as odd, especially with Gonzalez throwing his weight
around. It’s too much of a coincidence not to think of the two together,” Pussy
said.
    The two men saw him and moved in the opposite
direction. Sasha didn’t give any notice of him being closer to her. She looked
happy. Every now and then she’d smile and look up to the sky. She took his
breath away with her openness of enjoying life. How much had Kenneth taken from
her? He didn’t think the bastard had raped her or touched her, but he couldn’t
be sure of anything.
    “Fuck, you’re right. I’ll get Whizz looking into
everything. This shit is really starting to bug me. Stay out of town tonight
and we’ll deal with the other shit tomorrow morning. Make sure your woman is on
board with whatever plan you’ve got in place.”
    “Will do. Let me know if Whizz finds anything out. I don’t want to be kept
waiting.”
    Devil agreed before hanging up.
    “Hey, babe.”
    She turned her head and stared at his stomach. “Hey,
is everything okay?”
    “Yeah, how’s your milkshake?”
    “Good. Do you want some?”
    Sasha offered up some shake for him.
    “No, I’m good.”
    He took a seat beside her on the bench. “Wow, you seem
a little put out. Did your phone call not go so well?” she asked.
    “We can’t go back to Piston County tonight. Your
stepfather caused a few problems. We’ll wait ‘til tomorrow and I’ll take you
back.”
    “No, you’re going to have to take me back. I don’t
want you getting into trouble.”
    “I won’t. My president has given me some orders, and
there’s nothing we can do. We’ve got to do as he asked.”
    “President? None of this makes any sense. I’m freaking out.”
    “Do you trust me?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    He held her arm so she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Then
let me take care of you.”
    He reached out to cup her cheek. She didn’t jerk away
from him or tense up. Stroking her pale cheek, he held back a groan. His Sasha
was smooth to the touch.
    “Why would you want to?” she asked.
    “I don’t know.” Closing the distance, Pussy stared at
her lips. Fuck, they were red, plump, and in need of kissing.
    Slamming his lips down on hers, he moaned the instant
they touched. She whimpered. Her hand cupped the back of his hand, caressing
down to his cheek.
    He slid his