Page 63 of The Devil's Dilemma

At first, I’d been reluctant to believe that he was anything but a normal human being, one with an ego so big he had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t.

But spending time with him, seeing him change physically, had proved to me he definitely wasn’t what he appeared.

But then neither was I. After Grandpa told us earlier that Momma was an angel, you’d think I’d be more concerned, but right now, I didn’t care.

I’d got to see her, and that was all that mattered. Trying to reconcile the fact that I was here for Dante was harder to take in.

But here we were.

“I don’t think I should either, but I can’t deny the pull I feel to do so again. Do you still have the chip?”

“In my jacket pocket.”

“Give it to me.”

I found the chip and handed it over.

“I think you should wear it.”

“How?”

“Like this.” One click of his fingers and the chip hung from a leather cord, long enough to hang around my neck. “This way, you can wear it at all times.”

I fingered the disc, which gave off a gentle pulse. I’d not felt it since entering the casino and had given up hope that I would. To be honest, I’d been ready to throw it away.

Maybe it had been temporarily disabled and was now coming back to full strength. With Dante around, I was going to need it.

Thankfully, his earlier mood had changed from murderous to amiable, but I desperately wanted to get back to where we’d been, with me on my knees and him standing before me.

I glanced at his groin, his briefs once again covering his semi-hard cock.

“You want more?”

I nodded enthusiastically. Oh, yes, I wanted more.

With no coercion, I fell to my knees, resting my hands on my thighs, palms up. I was more than ready for whatever he would give me.

He stepped out of his briefs and walked towards me, his cock swaying with each step.

I eyed it with anticipation, eager to have it in my mouth again. More than that, I wanted it inside me.

I’d never been so brazen, so willing to give myself to a man I barely knew, but somehow my body knew him. It didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt very right.

I straightened, coming level with him, but this time, I opened my mouth without being asked.

He smiled wickedly and tapped my cheek with his cock, teasing me, then did the same to the other one.

He painted my cheeks with his precum, and my breathing hitched.

Without warning, he pushed his dick deep into my waiting mouth.

It was even bigger than before. He gripped my head, holding it steady, and fucked deep into my throat.

He grunted with each thrust, going deeper with each one.

I braced myself on his thighs lest I’d topple over.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, and I complied, lost in his penetrating gaze.

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