Page 48 of The Devil In Disguise

“Please fuck me, Kylo. Por favor.”

Every time she says anything in Spanish, I’m lost to her. I’ll never tell her that, though. Using the fingers that were just inside her, I rub them over my engorged cock and line it up with her entrance.

“Was that so hard?” I taunt.

I slam into her until my hips are flush with her under thighs, drinking in her shriek. Taking a moment for both of us to adjust, I lean forward to press a kiss to her back. The action pushes me deeper and she moans on contact.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” I grunt out.

Placing my thumbs where they belong—on her back dimples—I use my hold on her hips to thrust into her at a punishing pace. The noises she’s spewing only make me speed up.

My dirty girl can take it.

Abruptly pulling out of her and flipping her around, we lock eyes and I slide right back home. At the new angle, I’m reaching a deeper spot, making her eyes roll back. Her eyes snap to mine when I grip her chin firmly. We fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Sing for me.”

Then I press down on her lower stomach and watch her detonate, lips parted and eyes half-lidded. Her cries are music to my ears as she milks my cock. The prettiest piece of art comes to life before my very eyes.

Chapter 20

Kylo is pounding right on my sweet spot like a jackhammer, the scraping of his piercings along my walls coaxing screams out of me until they crescendo. He plays my body like his favorite instrument. Heat thrums in my core and spreads like wildfire throughout my body.

“You take me so. Fucking. Well. Cum all over my dick,” he coos breathlessly.

That was the last thing I heard him say before my soul leaves my body.

I’m pretty sure he said something else, but my ears are ringing from how hard I just fucking came. When I catch my breath, I turn over onto his sweaty body and plant kisses on as many tattoos as I can reach, licking some of his salty skin, too.

We stay with my head on his chest and him tracing shapes on my back until I fall asleep. All the blood running through my veins hum to the beat of his heart. Before my eyes shut completely, they get lost in his sleepy ones peering down at me. My body tingles on the inside from the force of the emotions rolling through me. His presence alone fills me with ecstasy, on top of the sex it just makes me look up at him with hearts in my eyes.

When we were showering, it felt natural to care for him, but being cared for in return felt better than I expected. Especially when his usual demeanor is stoic and ruthless. Witnessing him be soft and nurturing with me has my heart soaring.

I wake up with a heavy weight on my stomach. Fluttering my eyes open, the previous night comes back to me, explaining the heavy arm wrapped around me. Kylo looks so peaceful when he sleeps. My hand goes over his cheek with the ghost of a touch, but I’m unsure whether I should stay or leave before he wakes up. When I try to softly move away from him, his arm tightens around me and he pulls me in.

“Good morning, little fox,” he says in his deep morning voice, eyes still closed. If I was wearing any panties, they would’ve melted off just now. Popping a lid, he uses his grip on me to turn us so I’m straddling his erection. “Going somewhere?”

“I…I just...” My gasp cuts me off when he jolts his hips up. My body bows forward until our noses are touching.

What were we talking about?

“You don’t have anywhere to be until six this afternoon,” he murmurs, reaching up to kiss my neck.

“Wait, what time is it?”

Kylo doesn’t stop kissing my neck, speaking in between kisses. “I don’t know, seven? Eight?”

Scanning his room for a clock, it is in fact not seven or eight, it’s almost eleven in the morning. When was the last time I slept in that late? I sit up, pinning Kylo down by his shoulders. “If I need to be ready by six, the latest I should start getting ready is noon. Do you know what time it is? Almost eleven!.”

He narrows his eyes at me then looks at me like I grew a second head. “There is no way you need six whole hours to get ready.”

“Honey, I need to do my hair and that alone takes around three hours.” His mouth is agape, so I push his chin up to close it for him. Rolling off him to avoid getting distracted, I lay next to him propping my head up. “I’m kind of nervous,” I say honestly.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure what to expect. Is Luciano going to be there?”

He eyes me suspiciously. “Probably not, but I never really know with him. Why? Did you want him there?”

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