Page 74 of Married to the Devil

“That was a dirty play,” I say.

Stoneheart doesn’t try to pretend innocence. “That’s the only type of play I make.”

I tilt my head back on a relieved sigh that we aren’t immediately going to be disturbed. The sensation of Ben against me, inside me, echoes as surely as the beat of my heart.

“What would it even mean for you to mark him?” I ask. Would they be considered mates too?

Stoneheart shrugs, not answering. Instead, he grips the bend of my knee and pulls my legs wider.

“You’ve made quite a mess.” His lecturing tone is playful.

I look down and flush at the smears of my arousal on the piano cover. “Ben would be horrified.”

He’d been so reverent about the instrument that it had stung that he didn’t want to play piano for us. I understand why, but it still stung.

Stoneheart snorts. “Ben would be tantalized. You’ve christened an already impressive work of art.” Stoneheart sinks to his knees between my thighs. “But I vowed not to expose you.”

“Wha—” I cut off my words when he opens his mouth a breath away from where I’m exposed andlicksthe piano. Iswallow as I follow each flick of his long-tapered tongue, my heartbeat sounding louder in my ears.

His gaze locks with mine as he finishes the task of licking away my mess. His brow arches, and I almost whimper.

“Allow me to clean you up?” he asks, and my toes curl. “We still have time before anyone interrupts us.”

I nod, not reflecting on the fact that I wasn’t even thinking of being discovered here. The last time he did this to me was right before his scheming came to light on our wedding night. Some core part of me wants to rewrite that memory.

It’s a mistake to allow myself to be taken in by my husband, but when we’re like this, I’m not thinking of his Machiavellian nature. In this context, his cruelty adds to the pleasure just as he’d given Ben the pain he craves.

I sigh in absolution as his mouth opens against me. His tongue curling to gather each remnant of Ben and my fucking. Can he taste him inside me?

I open my mouth to ask the question, to taunt the master at his own game, but Stoneheart gives one last flick to my clit before rising.

Denying me release.

My eyes widen as he takes my hand and pulls me to stand, pulling my dress down to drape how it should. I throb, and this gargoyle has the nerve to smirk at me.

“You’re such an asshole,” I say.

“Now don’t be angry. If I don’t leave you wanting, how else can I ensure you’ll abide my presence?”

“That makes no sense. If you never satisfy me, I don’t have a reason to want to fuck you.”

“Oh, I’ll satisfy you, wife.” His voice is dark even as his lips stay curved in triumph. “Don’t you worry about that, but I won’t give you something like that so easily and not here.”

Whatever words I was planning on saying get lost in that imagining, and I’m hit with a sudden craving to continue his game.

“Peace, wife, I keep my promises, but now we must go to work.”

I nearly groan. Returning to a crowd of people while my body thrums with lust is not my idea of a good time. “We can’t just go home? I’m sure we’ve already done enough to cause the good type of gossip.”

“That’s hardly showing your aunt gratitude for organizing this.”

I glare. He’s right. “You did this,” I say, annoyed that his sly grin is making me wetter.

“I’ll be sure to feel bad about it later,” he says, his tone letting me know that he plans no such thing.

I roll my eyes and try and take a deep breath to suppress the arousal lighting my body. At this point, I’ll need Ben around just to split Stoneheart’s lethal attention.

Stoneheart eyes the piano. “I wonder if Ariel will sell this piece to me. I’ve become quite partial to it.”

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