No One Has to Know (Deal with the Devil)

by Carin Hart

Me? I only give a shit about my pretty little florist.

Sweet and tender and so utterly delicious, she makes my mouth water for a taste that I can’t have unless I want to devour her whole.

From the moment she shyly flagged me down months ago, offering me a single daisy to brighten my day, I’ve only ever cared about keeping one soul safe. Of watching her, of learning all her secrets, of obsessing over the moment I could find a way to make her mine. My angel.

and while Lincoln Crewes might be known as the Devil of Springfield, the brawling gangster at least has some morals. I have fucking none.

Anyone with bad intentions could sneak up the fire escape and let themselves into the sanctuary of her bedroom. Which is why I spend nearly every night I can climbing into her apartment, standing guard over her as she sleeps.

the wrong sort of man is attracted to a woman like her. Ask me how I fucking know.

“I own you, Angela. Your body. Your soul. Your loyalty, too. I will fuck you… that’s your body. I will marry you… that’s your soul. And, when you don’t take an easy out on what we have together, I’ll know I have your loyalty.”

“Who made you like this?” I ask her softly. “Who did this to you?”

“That better, angel?”

“He was. But your problems are my problems, angel. Haven’t you figured that out yet? You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine. I’m still pretty fucking impressed with your shot, though. For the first time firing a gun, you did good, baby.” He strokes the back of my head, fingers running through my hair. “I always knew you had a bit of devil in you. Just enough to make you my perfect match. My perfect soulmate.”

“There are plenty of times I will. Not denying that. Sometimes, though… hearing you ask me so sweetly is even better than when you plead.”

“You keep walking around like that, I can’t be responsible for what I do to you.” I give him a mischievous grin. “You said you’d never force me.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did say that, didn’t I?” “You said you’d wait for me to beg you to fuck me if you had to.” He gulps. “Sounds like me.” I lean in, making sure my tits brush against his bare chest. “You said you’d fuck my hair wild.” “Angel… you’re playing with fire. You know that, right?” “No,” I say earnestly, grabbing his cock. “I’m playing with Burns. Only I’m not playing.” I squeeze. “I’m begging.” So, yeah. I know

“You’re going to take every drop of my come like a good girl with nothing between us. You understand me, angel? Now say ‘yes, officer’.”

“Love can fade. I love you desperately, but sometimes that’s not enough. But obsession? You’re all I think about it. I close my eyes, I see your face. I lick my lips, I taste you. If I thought you’d let me, I’d fucking chain you to my side so that I would never have a heartbeat when I wasn’t experiencing you.”

“Angela… if I put this on your finger, that’s it. Nothing short of you stabbing me in the fucking heart will get me to agree to let you take it off again. Even then, I’ll plead with you as I bleed out to keep it on until I’m dead and can’t see you without it. I’m that fucking serious. Do you understand me?”