Page 33 of The Devil In Disguise

“Breathe when I tell you to.”

“What—"

His rough hands cuts off the rest of my sentence along with my airflow before my next blink. Deep, punishing thrusts are all I can focus on, meeting each one to the best of my ability. My vision dims and any emotion I had melts away except for the pure bliss of being dominated and taken roughly.

This shit only happens in the books I read about or my fantasies. I’m going to make sure I enjoy every delicious second, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust.

“How does it feel knowing your life is in my hands?” He punctuates his sentence by squeezing tighter. “Your pussy has me in a death grip. You like this, don’t you?” he rasps out.

He pistons his hips and drags my orgasm out of me, giving me oxygen, but no respite.

“You have no idea the mess you’ve made, little fox,” he groans. I feel him swell and pulse inside me. That feeling alone is what has a second orgasm crashing through me, harder than the last.

Dropping my weight onto the bike, Kylo buries his forehead in my neck until our breathing evens out. By the time I stand up and turn around, his shorts are already back in place and he’s tossing the used condom in a trash bag. I’m adjusting my shorts when he walks back to me.

“You may have temporarily taken my soul out of my body. But I have my wits back and I’m here to say no more funny business,” I say, poking his bare chest with the tip of my finger. Despite trying to stay serious, a small smile turns up on my face.

Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that; he makes a weird face then almost laughs. Almost. I could have sworn I saw a single dimple forming, but it was wiped off his face before I could really be sure.

His usual tense and serious mask slips back in place, but his eyes are looking behind me. A part of me doesn’t want to turn around, but it’s inevitable.

Luciano casually saunters up to us until he’s just a few feet away, looking no different than when I last saw him aside from his suit being navy blue instead of gray this time. There is also a small black gift bag in his hand and a knowing smirk on his face.

“Ah, Amaris. Just the person I wanted to see.”

Out of the corner of my eye I see Kylo’s fist ball up and his body tense. In lieu of the situation, my cheeks heat up and I give Luciano a coy smile.

“I was just about to bake some cinnamon rolls. Care to join me?”

“Por supuesto.” He motions for me to lead the way.

With one last glance at Kylo and the cloud of warning settled over his features, I lead the short way to my house, gathering my tousled hair back into a low ponytail. Luckily, I always keep an extra hair tie on my wrist. He definitely knows something just happened between Kylo and I. The least I can do is look somewhat put together.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I say to Luciano once we’re inside.

He hands me the little bag and I pull out a box containing a beautiful, gold watch with a dark rim around the top and aquamarine diamonds decorating it—my birthstone.

“Did you see the look on his face? This is my new favorite way of messing with him. Plus, a little birdie told me it was your birthday yesterday.”

Rolling my eyes playfully, I offer a real smile. “Thank you, Lucifer. I love it and I don’t have a watch.”

Chuckling at my new nickname, he takes a seat at the dining table. “I noticed. It looked like it would suit you.”

While he observes the table decor I recently threw on there for fun, I take the opportunity to really look at him. He’s always composed but on guard, without a hair out of place or a wrinkle in his suit. Even if I didn’t know what I do know about him, I’d know there’s more to him than this ‘businessman’ facade. The first clue would be the countless scars marring his knuckles—the only visible skin aside from his neck. Taking in his put together look, I realize how un-put together I look.

“I made a blueberry cheesecake yesterday. Want a slice?” He contemplates it and shrugs, so I plate him a small slice. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom and get changed real quick, I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time, piccola.” He waves me off.

When I return, there isn’t a crumb left on his plate. “What’d you think?”

“I don’t think I’ve had better cheesecake before. You made this?”

“From scratch,” I beam at him.

He carries his plate to the sink and rinses it, then stands aside to watch me bake. We’re quiet as I pull out the ingredients, and for a second, my brain glitches and irrational anger washes over me. Knowing I’m not alone, I try my best to hold it in and calm myself down without having an outburst. They have been few and far between lately, but still present, never around anyone though.

As soon as I walk out of the elevators, Mama is waiting with a smile on her face. I drop my school backpack carelessly and run into the kitchen to give her a big hug.

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