Page 97 of Devil's Thirst

“Yes, please.”God, yes. When it comes to this enigmatic man, I want everything. All of him.

“Good girl. Keep watching that mirror while you suck my cock. Look at how well you take me.” He keeps himself close enough for me to reach while still letting me remain in control. I can tell how mindful he’s being about not pushing me too far, and the comfort that brings me emboldens me. I’m able to lose myself in his salty taste on my tongue and the feel of his smooth skin gliding past my lips.

Wanting to see how much of him I can take, I relax my throat as best as I can and press forward.

Sante groans. “Jesus, such a greedy girl.” He pulls free of me and adjusts himself back into his pants before moving in front of me and scooting my butt to the very edge of the chair. “My turn.”

Then he’s on his knees, devouring my pussy like he hasn’t eaten in a week. His hands roam my thighs and up to my breastswhile his mouth teases and taunts my core. When he inserts two fingers inside me, I nearly come undone. He builds the pressure to excruciating levels, then lets it recede enough to start over. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. I don’t even know why. I’m not crying. It’s like my body is so full of pleasure that it’s leaking out in the form of tears.

“Please, Sante. Please let me come.” It’s a breathless cry that causes him to stop rather than keep going. I think I might actually weep until he has me stand, unties my hands, and has me rest them on the vanity. I watch him in the mirror behind me as he frees himself again and takes hold of my hips. Seeing the unfiltered desire on his face as he admires my backside has my inner muscles clenching with need.

I whimper, only to be rewarded with the fullness of his enormous cock inching inside me.

“God, Sante. It’s so good. Yesss, so good.”

He rips off the mask, our eyes locked in the mirror. “Look at me. I want you to see the man who owns you. This body is mine—to fuck and feed and protect. You’re mine, pet.” He fully sheathes himself inside me and continues his movements. Possessive and dominant and oh-so delicious.

“Yes!” I cry, so close.

An orgasm builds just out of my reach, the wave of pleasure easily reforming after his earlier ministrations.

“Touch that pretty pink clit, pet. Make that pussy come all over my cock.”

The second I reach for my center, his thrusts intensify. I don’t know if it’s his actions or my touch or a combination of the two, but I’m catapulted over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. I have to lock my knees to stay upright.

Sante hisses. “Fuck, you squeeze me so good, so tight.” Then his release starts with a growl deep in his chest as his entire body strains and flexes. He grips my hips even tighter, curvinghis body around mine. “Made for me,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around my middle and holding me to him while his other arm supports us, leaning on the vanity.

After a minute of recovery, he kisses the center of my spine and pulls out of me. Wetness immediately starts a slow trail from my core to the top of my thigh. I stand awkwardly and look around for a tissue when Sante appears already armed with a roll of paper towels.

“We’ll do a proper cleanup at home. This should do for now.” He tenderly wipes the excess cum from my body, extra careful at my most sensitive areas. Once I’m dry, he helps me get my dress back on and zips himself back in his pants.

We’re about to make our exit when he pauses. “Can’t forget this.” He takes the mask off the floor and shoves it in his pocket.

I laugh quietly. “We could always get one of our own.”

“This one’s got sentimental value. Besides, no one here is going to miss it.”

I can’t argue with that. Nor do I want to. The way I feel right now, I may never argue with anyone ever again.

Let’s not get carried away.

Touché. Maybe just until tomorrow.

That’s more like it.

CHAPTER 45

SANTE

I takeAmelie to the police station the following morning to file a formal complaint. She’s just as surprised that I take her to Malone’s desk as Malone is to see the engagement ring on her finger. He doesn’t say anything, but I see it register when they shake hands. His eyes cut to mine. I give him a look that saysand don’t you forget it.

We give Malone a full rundown about The Society, what Amelie’s parents did to her, and the subsequent fallout, minus the part where Oran’s family kills off the entire disgusting organization. It’s a ton to unpack. To his credit, Malone doesn’t hesitate to take it all in. He asks good questions and reinforces my confidence that he’ll handle the case properly on his end.

Talbot was allowed to leave the station in the night. I figured that was likely, but the reprieve is only temporary. And the next time he’s taken into custody, it will be a whole different story.

After we leave the station, Amelie is noticeably quiet. Even a little withdrawn.

“You okay?” I ask once we’re in the car, though I don’t start the engine. I want her to have my full attention if she needs it. I can’t imagine the past few hours were easy.

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