The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: DEVIN’S WRATH

Third POV

Devin Wolfe loved four things in the entire world. Booze, dinosaurs, money, and his mother. All in ascending order, from booze ranking at the bottom of his love pyramid, to his mother sitting pretty at the top.

The only woman in the world who could give him all of the rest, except for dinosaurs, apparently.

But Devin was certain that if his mother could, she would resurrect the dinosaurs from extinction just for his sake — heck, she had gone as far as framing his twin brother for all his crimes, so he knew there was nothing his mom wouldn’t do for him.

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of his apartment, casting long golden stripes across the tangled sheets.

Devin lay sprawled on his back, one arm lazily draped behind his head, the other resting possessively on Victoria’s bare hip.

She was curled against his side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest as she caught her breath. The room smelled of expensive whiskey and her perfume.

His eyes fixed on the ceiling, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Sex with Victoria was pretty alright. Good and familiar, but deliciously forbidden.

It was the power behind it that really did it for him. Bedding his brother’s wife while Finnegan played the loyal CEO. The thought never failed to amuse him. It just felt good having one thing over Finnegan.

He wasn’t like Finnegan. He had never been. Finnegan was their father’s golden boy. Some Heracles kind of kid, always rising above every obstacle — self-righteous, stubborn, and infuriatingly lucky. It sickened him.

Devin remembered the old days. How Finnegan would take the blame for their childhood mischiefs with that stoic expression, only to have their father praise him later for taking responsibility.

The teachers and mentors always seemed to favor him — the kid who barely smiled — even when Devin was the one working the room with charm and carefully crafted lies.

"Always the lucky one," Devin muttered, jealousy curling in his gut like smoke.

Finnegan had the company, the respect, the daughter, and now that irritating little Kellerman girl warming his bed. But not for long.

Victoria lifted her head, sensing the shift in his mood. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," he said smoothly, rolling her onto her back and kissing her. "Just thinking about how sweet it’ll be when I finally take everything from him."

She giggled against his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist. "You’re terrible."

"And you love it."

His phone sat silent on the nightstand. That was odd. His mother usually called every few hours, updating him on every move. She was cold, calculating, always three steps ahead.

The fact that she hadn’t reached out since yesterday unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.

"Have you heard from Mom today?" he asked, glancing down at Victoria.

She shook her head, dragging a nail slowly down his chest. "No. We’re not scheduled to meet until tomorrow. She said she had some loose ends to tie up."

Devin’s smirk faded. "Loose ends." He sat up and reached for his phone. No missed calls. No messages. That wasn’t like Gina at all.

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