Page 34 of Devil May Cry

The limo slowed to a stop outside a hotel. I grabbed my purse off the floor and opened the door.

“I’m sure you’ll manage Kyle,” I said as I put my purse up on my shoulder and stepped out onto the blacktop.

“Alexia,” he growled.

“Goodbye Kyle,” I said as I got out and closed the door. I hurried to the front door of the hotel before he could try and talk me into staying another moment with him.

I wiped my eyes, as I pulled off the ridiculous designer heels and opened the door.

The heavy door took no effort to pull. I looked up to see Kyle’s strong arm holding the door open.

“I’m not letting you go without fighting for you,” he said as he leaned down to my ear. I hated the goosebumps that raised on my skin in reaction to him. My body betrays me.

“Do you love me?” I asked without turning around.

“I love what we have. I want to continue,” he said, his hand coming around my front to pull me into him.

I could feel the hardness of his chest, the muscles in his thighs against my ass. The bulge in his pants was poking my lower back just above my ass. I was barefoot, my feet getting cold on the sidewalk.

“Kyle, please,” I sobbed out.

“Tell me this isn’t worth fighting for,” he said as he turned me around. I put my forehead against his chest. I didn’t want to betray myself and stay. I also couldn’t turn away from him if he was willing to fight.

“Kyle, Alexia, look this way please,” was yelled from the sidewalk as flashes started.

Fucking paparazzi.

“Please get back in the limo Alexia,” he said as he put his hand under my chin to look up at him.

Tears were streaming down my face as I looked up at him. He had his own unshed tears in his eyes.

“Why do you want me to?” I asked as the flashes came closer to us.

“I’m falling in love with you goddammit,” said as he leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, “when I said I couldn’t get enough of you it didn’t have to do with just fucking you Alexia,” he said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You’re telling the truth?” I choked out. I searched his eyes, as he ran his nose over mine.

“I would never lie to you,” he whispered as he picked me up and locked his lips to mine. I wrapped my legs around him as I deepened our kiss. My tears of anguish turned to tears of happiness knowing he felt what I was feeling. He put his hands under my ass, pushing me up higher as he turned us toward the flashing cameras. He didn’t pull away; he licked and sucked my lips before moving down to my neck as he walked us back toward the limo.

“Let’s go home,” he whispered against my lips. I nodded as he sat me down to open the door. He held my purse for me as I climbed inside, no doubt as insurance I wouldn’t run again.

“Let them write that up,” he said as he climbed in and pulled me back to his lap.

“I’m still fucking mad at you,” I told him as he kissed down my neck.

“I recon,” he chuckled, as I thrust my hips down onto his hardened cock. His pants were all that separated him from being inside me.

His hands pushed under my dress, to grope at my naked ass, before his fingers moved between my legs. He ran his knuckles over my dampening folds, as I rode his fingers.

“Kyle,” I breathed out as he bent me backwards, biting at the top of my cleavage.

“You can go right ahead and be pissed,” he said, “when we get on the plane, I’m going to show you just how much I love all of you,” he finished on a groan as I grabbed at his hair pulling it.

“My body betrays me where you’re concerned,” I moaned as he inserted two fingers inside me.

“Mmmm, so responsive,” he mused as he lifted the front of my dress up to watch his fingers slide in and out of me.

This had to be the longest limo ride to the airport we’ve taken yet. I was a slave to this man. He owned my heart and my body, he knew it.

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