Page 148 of The Devil's Deal

A smile curls over my lips while I skim over his muscular arms, calling for my hands. “Lucky me.”

He pops a brow. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

His hand stills, his gaze drinking me into the emeralds of his eyes.

“If you knew all the things I want to do to your body right here on this floor…” His jaw stiffens, making the hollows beneath his cheekbones more pronounced.

My lips turn up along with my brow. “You should probably do it, then.”

“Fuck, Chiara. I was trying to take things slow, but that’s the last thing I want to do right now.”

His words tease the space in between my thighs, giving me a little of what I crave.

He hasn’t touched me, not in that way I want him to, and three days is long enough. I need him inside me. I want to connect with him in the way only we can.

For these past few days, we’ve been holed up in his house, talking, getting to know one another, revealing everything from our past.

When he described his experiences at the homeless shelters, I was sick to my stomach. I never imagined what he endured on top of losing the people closest to him.

I don’t care what he does to my uncles. They deserve it. The blood we share no longer matters. All three of them are dead to me. I meant what I said to Dom. I hope he hurts them just as badly as they hurt him and his family.

Laura’s death still haunts me. I can’t get rid of the image of her burning alive in that car. My family has no mercy for anyone, so why should they get any in return?

Dom made a large contribution to the children’s charity her family set up in her memory. She sounded like a beautiful person, always helping others. She ran a women’s shelter for ten years. It’s no wonder she wouldn’t let me out of the car.

“Get your pretty ass over here.” He stumbles through my thoughts. “We’re cooking together.”

“Okay,” I agree, rising from the chair, strutting over to him. “But if I burn the shrimp, don’t blame me.”

He grabs my hips, pulling me flush into his solid body, his lips drifting over mine, the smell of his woodsy cologne permeating my senses.

“Don’t worry…” He leans his lips even closer, until they skim over mine. “You’ll make it up to me.”

And just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he draws back, smirking devilishly. He flips my body toward the stove, slapping my ass.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, baby.”

“Asshole,” I mutter playfully.

“Mmm, keep talking,” he groans, the hardness of his cock rocking over the small of my back.

“If you don’t stop,” I say, lifting the wooden spoon from the counter. “You may find me on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”

He pulls in a sharp breath, and suddenly his fist is in my hair, pulling my head back.

“I’m done waiting,” he promises with a hardened, hungry gaze.

I let out a moan, rubbing my ass on his hard-on.

His other hand grips my ass cheek, hidden beneath a pair of thin black yoga shorts. He kneads my flesh, his eyes boring into mine.

“You want my cock inside you, baby?” His finger dips in between my ass cheeks, eliciting another moan. “You want me there too, don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Dom,” I beg.

“Pick up the bowl of shrimp and add it to the pan.”

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