Page 34 of Cruel Devil

“I get it, Angel. Your sisters mean everything to you, and you’d risk your own life to get them back. But getting yourself killed won’t help them.”

“Oh, you get it? Really?” She props herself up on her elbows, keeping a good few inches between us as she stares down at me. “Because you’re giving hella only-child vibes right now.”

I turn away, sighing into the sheets, but she grabs my chin and drags me back to look at her.

Fuck, I’ve never been this cursed by a pair of eyes.

Because it must be a fucking curse. I think about her all the time. I want to be with her all the time. Inside her, all the fucking time.

Yet she keeps running away. Keeps pushing me away.

“You know two women in a club won’t attract as much attention as twenty cartel men,” she says.

I lower my voice. “And you trust Andy enough to stake your life on it?”

Nyx doesn’t seem to think her voice has any chance of carrying to the living area. “Unless you think she’s working for O’Brien, there’s no reason not to trust her.”

I grab her throat in one hand tight enough to feel her swallow. Her ass in the other, forcing her to grind against me.

“I can’t protect you if I’m not there with you.”

Her eyes flicker as I squeeze harder, blood suffusing her face. I can feel how wet she is through the damp fabric of my boxers. Above us, a ceiling fan whirs silently, stirring the air enough to send me her scent.

“I’ll keep a phone on me,” she murmurs. “The minute I think shit’s getting out of hand, I’ll call.”

I drag my cock free, fist it. “We have a vastly different interpretation of shit getting out of hand.”

She shoves herself up, hands on my chest, and then grabs my wrist. But she doesn’t pull me away, she just holds on as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. I groan at the feel of her closing over me, her heat, the strength she grips me with. She leans into my chokehold, her fingernails digging half-moons into my skin.

“What if this is my only shot, Savage? If I fuck this up?—”

My fingertips sink into her ass cheeks, and she moans as I force her to slide back and forth, grinding her clit against my stomach as her pussy stretches for my cock.

“We’ll be giving O’Brien the upper hand if you go in alone. I’ll be blind, and he’ll have men reporting back to him. Fuck, he’s probably already monitoring your every move.”

She starts trembling, her eyes squeezing shut, and I stop with my length buried deep inside her.

“Do you realize what kind of man O’Brien is?”

“He’s just a fuckboy with some mob connections,” she mutters, rocking her hips to get me moving again.

I let out a dark chuckle. “That’s like saying Al Capone was just a bootlegger with a short fuse.”

She glares at me when I keep her pinned. “Then enlighten me, Papi. If you know Sullivan so well, tell me what I’m walking into.”

I flip her onto her back and scoot her up the bed, cradling her head on a sea-shell print pillow.

“You think my uncle is a piece of shit? O’Brien runs most, if not all, of the human trafficking rings in the state. He has so much stock, there are rumors he holds private auctions for his more premium lots.”

“Auctions?” Nyx’s blue eyes are huge.

“Now you’re getting it.”

She looks away, mouth thinning into a line. “Fine. My plan might not be the greatest, but if I go in there with the force of the entire Domingo cartel behind me, there’s no way he’ll talk to me.”

Fuck.

I hate to admit it, but she’s right.

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