𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔫𝔞𝔭

chapter thirty nine
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Devon was far from content.

He was seething.

Internally, of course, as he was currently sitting at the head of the table while Kane and (Y/N) sat on either side of him, something he preferred as he very much loathed the idea of then being so physically close to one another for too long. Yet, that wasn't the only problem he was facing as he cut into his steak a little too roughly than absolutely necessary. For, as he glanced upon her face, he could see something flickering in her eyes: guilt.

It was appalling to him.

In hindsight, he couldn't help but feel himself internally panic at just the sight alone.

This... is not good.

If she's feeling guilty now... then there is a high probability that she might leave—more so, she might leave me.

I will never allow that.

He continued to stay silent as Kane and (Y/N) chatted softly despite being opposite each other, something that made sense considering the solemnity of the day to her. Glancing at her, he decided that he himself had better ways to help her with a grief rather than just talking to her, slowly reaching his hand out under the table to grasp her thigh tightly, a small yelp then escaping her lips soon after.

"(Y/N)?" Kane voiced in concern, blinking in surprise at the sudden noise. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," she immediately replied, shaking slightly as she felt Devon's hand slowly snake its way in between her legs to caress and massage the flesh in an intoxicating way. "Thought I saw a bug... it's gone, though..."

"Right..." Kane trailed off, not fully believing her yet not seeing any reason as to why she would lie.

That was a mistake.

As he returned to his food, he didn't notice the way (Y/N) squirmed slightly in discomfort as Devon's fingers traced further and further up in between her legs until he was rubbing her through the shorts she wore underneath her uniform's skirt. Quickly whilst still pretending to be focused on her food, she grasped his hand with her own to stop his travels. She shot a look at him, but he didn't notice considering his gaze, too, was on his plate. Therefore, he shook her hand off so his own hand could move into the shorts and move aside her underwear.

She stiffened.

Grabbing his wrist, she tried to pull his hand out of her intimate area, but he hardly budged, and he knew she wouldn't risk using both hands. After all, with Kane sitting right in front of her, she couldn't make too much of a scene unless she wanted her closest friend to see her getting rubbed up by her own stepfather.

So, when Devon slid a finger inside of (Y/N), and then another one, she could do nothing but sit there, trying to ignore the way it felt. As he slowly and painstakingly kept pushing his fingers in and out, she had to resist the urge to move along with him, only knowing that if she did, the two of them would surely get caught whilst also knowing that she'd just be letting her body control her. She couldn't give in to the pleasure, as it would only be admitting defeat, so she gritted her teeth, hoping that he'd soon stop. Unfortunately for her, he didn't, and so when she was close to orgasm, her entire body tense whilst trying not to let her ecstasy show on her face, she almost gasped when he suddenly stopped.

She glanced quickly at Devon, but just long enough to notice his smirk.

He's doing this on purpose.

As a type of torture for springing upon him this dinner with a boy he clearly loathed, he was making sure she was uncomfortable to the extreme.

She bit her tongue, hard.

It was the only refrain from punching him.

Then, she had to bite her tongue even harder when Devon suddenly began to move his fingers again at an agonizingly slow speed to build her up to that orgasm before stopping again, then starting, then stopping again. (Y/N) could hardly keep up with Kane's conversation as she struggled to move Devon's hand away whilst also resist the urge to moan out in pleasure. For, as much as her mind hated the situation, her body couldn't control the way it reacted to stimulation. After all, that was the way it was designed.

Finally, in a twisted reprieve, Devon finally sped up his fingers' pace as dinner was coming to a close, her walls clenching around him as he hit her sweet spot over and over again until she climaxed.

It was probably the best climax she'd ever had.

And she hated it.

Abruptly standing up after Devon retracted his fingers and after she had pulled down her shorts and skirt, (Y/N) ran down the hall towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut, startling Kane who jumped a bit in his seat. He was puzzled by his friend's concerning behavior, but just as he stood up to go see what was wrong, Devon stood up as well and held out a hand to stop him from doing anything. There was a polite smile on Devon's lips, but there was no feeling behind such a smile, and it felt far too cold for any type of warmth.

Kane's lips twitched, obviously very wary around (Y/N)'s new stepfather, but not enough.

Internally, Devon laughed at his naivety.

"(Y/N) is fine," he announced with a small shake of his head, placing a heavy hand on Kane's shoulder to guide him out the door. "You don't need to worry about her, because I'll be sure to take care of her. You should probably get home now. I'm sure your parents are very worried about you."

"But—" Kane started, but was abruptly cut off when the door slammed in his face.

He scowled.

Prick.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked down the hall of the apartment towards the elevator, taking one down before exiting the building entirely. However, as he was approaching his car, he didn't notice the lurking figure dressed all in black following him, nor did he notice that person's hateful glare. He also didn't notice the shovel held tightly in their hand, not until he glimpsed the shadow of it raising before the real object cracked hard down on his skull, striking him down.

But by then, it was too late.

Far too late.

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To be continued...