Page 29 of Diavolo

The air in her lungs shorted. His heated words seared sinful images across her mind. She could practicallyfeelhis tongue on her clit. His fingers pumping inside her. His cock stretching her.

Feeling breathless, Elyse lifted her right foot and placed it on his chest to stop him. He clasped her foot and placed a kiss on her ankle. She retracted her leg from him. "Not so fast."

"Angelo—"

"Earn the right to touch me."

"How?"

"A game," Elyse suggested with glittering eyes.

Alessandro didn't look interested in games. His eyes kept flicking between her breasts and her pussy as though he was trying to choose between two priceless treasures. He mumbled in distracted tones, "What is the prize?"

"Fucking me, of course."

Alessandro smirked. "I am already planning to fuck your brains out. You do not need to seduce me with games."

He started crawling toward her once more. His cock twitched and rose with renewed vigor. Alessandro grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him until his head was nestled between her legs. He began to kiss her thighs. His fingers slipped under the lace of her panties. He massaged her outer lips and teased her inner folds. His fingertip circled her clit in featherlight motions. She felt swollen and needy. Elyse writhed and grunted as pleasure shot through her cunt.Dios, it felt good. But she couldn't lose sight of her goal.

Elyse enticed Alessandro again with the very words he once used on her, "But games are morerewarding. If you win, you can have me. All of me.However you wish. Wherever you wish. As many times as you wish."

A dark eyebrow rose. "If I win, you will do whatever I ask?"

"Yes."

This seemed to give him pause. Alessandro lifted his head. His fingers stilled. "No matter what?"

She confirmed, "No matter what."

"What happens ifyouwin?"

"Then you get to bemyfuckdoll."

Alessandro laughed as though her threat didn't faze him. In fact, he seemed captivated by the idea of becoming her little bitch. In bed, at least. "I never knew that you possessed such a filthy mouth, Dr. Romero."

Elyse grinned shamelessly. He chuckled again. "How do I win this game of yours?"

Her eyes narrowed. "By not giving into temptation. You may tease and touch all you like, Mr. Vitale, but the moment you beg to fuck me—I win."

His breath caught. "It seems there can be no losers in this game."

"Exactly."

"When do we start?"

A small, pleased smile graced Elyse's lips. "Whenever you want."

Her smile held the secrets of a siren, of Aphrodite, of Eve. Little did he know, she was planning to play this game with him for quite some time.

Two years, to be exact.

He smiled back. Want and need darkened his eyes. He looked at her as though she was the only woman in the world. She'd bewitched him. She felt bewitched by him. Such passion might not last forever, but, for now, Elyse knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Alessandro desired her as much as she desired him.

Game on.

May the devil between us win.

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