Page 30 of The Devil In Disguise

Lie.

Nothing is going to happen to her unless it’s at my hands. But there was no way in hell she was leaving that club tonight with anyone other than me.

“Oh, sorry. Giving a fuck doesn’t really go with my outfit, Dad.”

That only pisses me off more, so I keep quiet for the rest of the ride. She talks to herself then turns up the radio and sings loudly.

By the time we arrive, I’m not any calmer than when we left. Amaris tries to walk quickly to her place, but I still follow closely behind her until we’re inside.

“Why are you here? You already dragged me from the club, what else do you want?”

The attitude she gives me pushes a button and my hand snaps up to grab her throat.

My hand around her neck makes a pretty picture. I read the word HELL tattooed on my knuckles and that’s exactly where I want to send her.

“I decide when your heartbeat changes. I decide when you’re scared. I decide when you’re excited. I decide when you’re going to take your last breath.” I squeeze her throat once. “Got it?”

“But I hate you,” she says with a breathy voice, pupils blowing wide.

“I hate you, too. That doesn’t change the fact that you are mine.”

For a minute, all she does is stare at me with a mixture of anger and lust burning bright in her eyes. My eyes flick down to her plump, cherry lips for a fraction of a second. Then, she slaps me. Her eyes widen, and when she opens her mouth to speak, I use my grip on her throat to pull her to me and crash my lips onto hers.

Amaris tastes like sweetness and sin. A combination of rum and cinnamon. The kiss is messy, and rough, and heated as we fight each other for control. She grabs my jacket and when I think she’s going to push me off her, she pulls me closer, only pushing me away when she needs air.

“You reek of cigarettes.” Her nose twitches when she speaks.

This time it’s her that pulls me in for a kiss, catching me off guard. I slide my hand down to her ass and lift her, carrying her into her bedroom without breaking the kiss. She grinds down on my jeans over the unmistakable bulge and I hiss, tossing her on the bed.

Her face is flushed when she sits up and looks over at me in anticipation.

“Does your pussy need to be played with?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Take off your clothes, keep the heels on.” When she’s in nothing but those strappy heels, my eyes roam across every inch of her plush caramel body. “Sit against the headboard,” I rasp out. “Touch yourself for me.”

If I thought her face couldn’t get any rosier, she grows a darker shade of red. She spreads her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her glistening, pink pussy.

“Did you need a lesson, querido?” Her hands start to roam her body, lightly scratching and teasing her nipples as she taunts me. “Most men can’t admit that they don’t know how to pleasure a woman.”

My hands are in tight fists by my side. Watching her splayed out in front of me has my control ready to slip, but I remind myself that she’s also drunk. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but for some reason, this time around I have some sort of conscience. Slowly, I prowl closer and closer until I’m just a foot away from her. She snaps her legs closed as if it’s a reflex.

“That’s not what I said. I want you to show me how you make yourself come when you’re by yourself, sweetheart. Now. Spread your legs for me.” My voice comes out huskier than I intend.

Her pupils dilate, her lips part slightly, and one hand travels down to her core as she obeys me. I put my hand over hers and copy her rhythm, sliding up and down her folds until we slide one finger each inside her. We don’t break eye contact the entire time. When she bites back a whimper, my dick grows impossibly harder in my jeans.

“Don’t hold back, let me hear you,” I growl out at the same time I remove my finger.

She whines at the sudden loss but adds another finger of her own, then another. When I suck the finger that was just inside her, we both groan at the same time. Amaris’ other hand alternates between pinching and rubbing her clit and nipples. Her moans grow louder and I have a feeling she’s close.

“Kylo, I need you. Come here.” When I don’t move quick enough she cries, “Please?”

With her free hand, she shocks me by grabbing my hand and placing it on her neck, lightly squeezing and looking at me with half-lidded eyes. I squeeze harder and am overcome with the need to kiss her again. So I do. And that’s when she comes undone.

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