Page 48 of Devil's Thirst

His calloused fingers drift down to cup the inside of my thighs just shy of my center. He kneads and caresses beforedrifting back up to graze the sides of my breasts again. He kisses my neck, reminding me to keep my eyes open. I do, but I don’t know where to look. I don’t know what to focus on. There’s so much pleasure coming at me from so many places.

I gasp and moan, my hips flexing and arching instinctively.

“Your pussy was made to be fucked, Amelie. So wet and ready and greedy for my cock to fill you.”

His words light fires inside me like I’ve never felt. The bliss soaking my veins draws a mewling cry from deep in my throat. I feel so close. So close to something incredible that tears tumble from the corners of my eyes.

“That’s it. My girl is ready. Fuck, she’s so ready. Come for me, baby. Show me this body is all mine.” The whole time he speaks, his hands finally twist and tug at my aching nipples. The relief to finally have his touch initiates a cascade of liquid lightning that rockets from my core out to every tiny nerve in my body. It’s so unexpected and transformative that I scream, feeling as though I have no choice. The intensity needs an outlet.

As the explosion ebbs, I find myself floating on a cloud of bliss as though I was launched into the sky and now get to enjoy the peace of a weightless descent. When the vibrator’s touch becomes too much, I turn it off and drop it on the bed beside me.

Holy crap, I had an orgasm. A real, honest-to-God orgasm.

I truly believed I was one of those women who physically wasn’t capable, but I was wrong. I was so,sowrong. And it was all thanks to Sante.

I realize my eyes have drifted shut.

When I open them, Sante’s gaze is there waiting. Devouring. One of his arms is curled possessively around my middle, and the other brings a finger to my entrance. I start to stiffen, knowing how sensitized I am, but he pauses, commanding me with his stare to trust him. I relax and watch in the mirror as he gently inserts a finger inside me.

It feels so fucking good that I shudder.

He makes that masculine growl again, then brings his finger up to his lips and sucks every last bit of my juices from his skin.

His hooded eyes darken. “This body is mine. I think I’ve proven that. When I say no other man gets to touch you, I mean it. If I’m uncomfortable with you going to a man’s house alone, what I mean to say is, if he touches you in a way I don’t like, I’ll break his fucking legs.”

It’s a good thing I’m so blissed out, or I’d be totally freaking. Instead, I chide him dazedly. “Don’t joke about that sort of thing.”

“Have I given you the impression I’m the joking sort?”

My eyes widen, but I still can’t summon the appropriate outrage. “Sante, you can’t do that sort of thing. It’s barbaric.”

“I learned years ago that when it comes to protecting what’s mine, there are no limits to what I will or won’t do. That’s who I am.”

I’m not sure what to think about that. It makes me wonder what happened to make him so unbending about keeping me safe. This isn’t the time to ask, but I will.

I twist until I’m facing him and sit back on my knees. “I’ve shared more with you than anyone now. I need you to return the favor and trust me where Andrey is concerned.”

“It’s him I don’t trust. After everything you’ve been through.” He grapples with a swell of emotion. “I met with Renzo earlier today. He told me why you left home—what your parents tried to do. If they weren’t already dead, I’d have done it myself the instant I left his house. You should know better than anyone that people can be cruel, even those you think you know best.”

“Exactly. I know people are unpredictable, but I’m telling you, I’ll be safe with Andrey. I need you to trust my judgment.” And I need my costar to have confidence in me. After the littlescene I pulled, he has to wonder if I’m going to cave under the pressure. This role is too important to risk losing.

Sante’s expression is inscrutable. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not because he changes the subject.

“I also talked to Renzo about The Society, and we decided it wouldn’t hurt to sniff around, make sure there’s no signs of a resurgence.”

All lingering effects of my first orgasm are doused in an icy shower of panic.

I’m off the bed and throwing on my clothes in two seconds flat. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I hiss.

Sante stands and spreads his arms wide. “Clearly, I don’t. Why don’t you fucking enlighten me?”

“They’ll know you’re digging.”

“Theysupposedly don’t exist anymore. Care to tell me how you know otherwise?”

This is the moment I’ve been dreading. The falling dominos have extended beyond my control and will trigger consequences I can’t begin to anticipate. No degree of desperation on my end will undo what’s been done. The only thing I can do now is try to minimize the fallout, and the best way to do that is to tell Sante what I can so that he’s prepared.

My limbs feel leaden with defeat as I walk to the bed and sit heavily.

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