Page 35 of Cruel Devil

O’Brien operates in the shadows like the lecherous offspring of El Coco. If I storm one of his hiding places with a troop of men, the mob will see it as a declaration of war.

“Savage,” she prompts.

“Let me think,” I growl.

“There’s nothing to think about. You know I’m right. I can do this.”

“Let me show you I can do this,” she whispers.

“Are you trying to seduce me again?”

“Only if it’s working.”

I burrow my face into the side of her neck, grazing her skin, sucking hard enough to bruise.

“Tell you what,” I rasp in her ear. “Whoever comes first, gets their way.”

She moans and slides her legs around my waist, squeezing me tight. “Then you’d better start fucking, Papi, because all I need is sixty seconds of clit action to come.”

“No hands. Just dick.”

She flashes me a smile. “It’s cute that you think your dick’s enough to get me there.”

Goddamn this woman.

I pound into her so hard the repurposed driftwood headboard thumps against the wall. Nyx drags her nails down my back, head pushed back into the striped sheets as her body arches beneath me like a bucking horse.

She parts her thighs, staring between us. “That all you got, Papi? I’ve fucked myself harder with a dildo before.”

“Jesus, woman.” My thrusts become even harder, until I can feel her body shivering with shock every time I slam home inside her.

“God. Yes. Now you’re getting it.” Her head falls back, eyes fluttering closed. She shoves a hand between us, massaging her clit, her breath as fast and hard as mine.

I swat her hand away from her clit, but she goes straight back, a rebellious gleam in her eyes. So I snatch up both her wrists and lock them in a hand, pressing them into the pillow above her head.

When I grab her throat, I can feel the groan of pleasure she makes.

Keeping her pinned in place, I slow down my thrusts until I’m ramming home in a rush of power and speed, then slowly drawing out until just the tip of my cock is stretching her.

She starts shuddering, mouth open and eyelashes quivering. “I need more, you asshole,” she hisses, trying to buck her hips to create friction.

“What’s that?” I pause with my cock buried inside her. “You need something in your asshole?” Now I wish I hadn’t left my Beretta in my jacket. I enjoyed defiling her with it.

I release her throat, and she seems almost sad that I’m not choking her anymore.

“You know that’s not what I—“ She cuts off with a gasp as I smear my thumb through the juices dripping out of her pussy. I press my thumb against her hole, teasing her with a hard pressure that’s not quite enough to penetrate her.

“Fuck!” she moans.

Then I start fucking her with my cock again…slow and hard.

A pulsing pressure on her asshole, a violent thrust deep into her pussy. It doesn’t take long before she’s moaning and writhing under me. From the way her back arches, she’s getting close. But the frustration on her clenched jaw is obvious too.

I’m seconds away. But what keeps me from emptying my load is the desperation in her eyes when she was pleading with me earlier.

Control is all I have left in this life. I’m loathe to give it up, especially when I know just what a huge fucking gamble it is right now.

But Nyx needs this.

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