Page 37 of The Devil In Disguise

It looks so real, so detailed. It’s like seeing myself in a different light. A surge of emotion overcomes me at how raw this artwork is. It oozes a concoction of polar opposite emotions, yet it’s perfect.

Faintly I hear the bathroom door close, so I quickly put everything in its place and sit on the piano seat.

His eyes sear into mine as I tend his cuts, but I keep my focus wholly on what I’m doing, no matter how bad I want to squirm. He doesn’t flinch once, not even the first time I dabbed his deepest cut with alcohol.

“It was my father. Renato.” He spoke so low I almost didn’t catch it.

Marco had mentioned Renato to me before, he is the don. I don’t know how I didn’t put together that Kylo was his son before, but it all makes sense now.

I don’t think Kylo truly wants to be the man he pretends to be when his mask comes out. He’s just under his father’s thumb.

After packing away the things I used, the box slides across the floor when he kicks it and stops by the entrance of his room. Turning my attention to the piano I ask, “Do you play?”

“Not for a while. It was my mother’s.”

He starts to play a song, then messes up a key and starts over. The lyrics come to me while he plays—it’s an old song I love, Alone by the band Heart. Mindlessly I hum along until the song breaks and I start singing out loud. Kylo doesn’t seem to mind, if anything he seems to be playing with more ardor.

The song ends and I have a goofy smile on my face. But when I face him, he does, too, and he definitely has a dimple. This might be the first time I see him smile and I don’t want to look away. His smile drops and when I bring my eyes back to his, they burn with desire.

For a second, all we do is stare at each other. Whether he moves first or I do is lost on me, all I know is somehow our mouths collide in pure hunger. My hands are in his hair while his move from my neck down my back to my waist, pulling me on top of him. He guides my hips over the bulge in his pants, swallowing my whimpers.

His tongue slides over my teeth as our tongues swirl together, exploring each other. Without warning, he bites down on my lower lip hard until the taste of metallic is added to the mix, oddly heightening my desire.

Kylo is my personal brand of drug, I’ve decided. It’s dangerous. There’s always the inevitable crash that follows the high.

In one swift movement, he stands, placing me on top of the piano. Then he’s peppering kisses down my neck, sucking and biting down to my collarbone. My eyes shut at some point, and when they flutter open, I’m met with a confused-looking dog by the bedroom door. Embarrassment takes over; it feels wrong to do this in front of him.

Sensing the shift in my mood, Kylo stops and stands straight, concern written on his features. “What’s wrong?”

A chuckle breaks free before I can stop it and I cover my mouth. Clearing my throat, I point at Ace inconspicuously with my eyes and whisper, “I don’t think he needs to see any PDA, we’ll traumatize him.”

He seems to remember we aren’t completely alone when he looks to his left. Pinning me in place with commanding eyes that ignite a fire from within me, he says, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He walks to the door.

“Alright, out you go, boy.” I’m not ashamed to say my eyes were on his ass while he lazily strolled to the door.

Those blue eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them when he prowls back to the piano. Taking a seat in front of me, never taking his eyes off mine, he runs his hands up my thighs, stroking the flames inside me until my whole body is hot and ready.

“Look at you, being a good girl and following orders. Good girls deserve to be rewarded.”

My breath hitches when he tugs on the waistband of my tights and panties, peeling them off and tossing them aside. The way he stares between my legs is like there’s a three-course meal waiting for him and he’s been starving. As if on reflex, my legs come together, but they don’t make it all the way. His hands grip tightly, spreading my legs wide for him.

“Don’t be shy now, I just want a taste,” he whispers between my thighs.

Placing both hands on his shoulders, all the blood rushes to my cheeks. “Kylo, I haven’t showered and I’ve been sweating for hours.”

Leaning in, he drops his voice to that low, husky tone that drives me crazy. “Every time a bead of sweat rolled into your bra or down that hot-as-sin stomach, I wanted to lick it off you. Now, lie back and let me have a taste.”

Who am I to deny this man what he wants?

Any protest I had dies in my mouth when he dips his head down, dragging the edges of his stubble along my skin before sliding his tongue through my folds. My hand goes to pull his hair and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He eats me like an esurient, possessed man, fucking me with his tongue. The sounds coming out of me sound foreign to my ears. I am a needy, whimpering mess.

Inserting one finger, then another, his tongue expertly glides over and around my clit. My head falls back and he uses his free hand to tug my body closer to his face. I completely give in, lying on my back and letting him devour me. There’s a low rumble from Kylo, almost like a growl, that reverberates through me, sending sparks up my spine and shooting out of my mouth as a moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kylo.”

When he removes his fingers, I don’t have time to feel the loss because his tongue replaces them. Positioning his nose right on my clit, he shakes his head wildly, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. My whimpers are bouncing off the walls, seemingly spurring him on. When he pinches and sucks my clit into his mouth, I fall off the edge, screaming so loud my voice cuts off.

“You taste so fucking good.” His voice comes out strained.

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