Page 81 of The Devil's Deal

I slide it inside her, circling it into her G-spot, finding her soaked.

“So, fuck me. What are you waiting for?”

Another finger dips into her as I thrust in and out slowly, wanting to stretch her until it hurts.

“Oh, yes. Don’t stop!” she cries as my pace increases, her hips pushing me deeper, her cries clinging to her throat as her need tightens around my fingers.

But I do. I stop.

Clutching her hair, I tug her head back as far as it will go. Falling over her, I take her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue diving inside like I wish my cock could.

She whimpers around my lips, and then I set her mouth free.

“Beg,” I groan, our gazes tortured, daring one another. “You’re not gonna come until you beg me to make that pussy spill.”

I push her face back down onto the step.

“Don’t move,” I demand while my hands find her hips, fingering the tiny scrap of her thong. “I don’t think we’ll be needing these.”

As she whimpers low, I tear the tiny scrap of material right off her body.

A raspy pant is her only response. I toss them to the side, returning my fingers to her slick entrance.

Lifting up one of her thighs, I place it on another step. “You’re gonna stay nice and open for me while I take my time exploring every bit of you.”

I slip two fingers inside, curling them as I roughly drive in, then out, hitting her G-spot until her desperate cries and hungry moans beg to end what she began.

“This feels so good,” she whimpers, her body jerking violently against the stairs as I continue to move before slipping out and finding her clit.

“Still won’t beg?” I ask, surrounding my fingers around each side of her clit. “I’ll have to try a little harder.”

And when I rub both fingers at the same time, she screams out my name. My fake one.

Her calling me that is a good thing, I convince myself. It keeps a safe distance between us.

I’m not the guy she once knew. I’m a monster born from the hell of my existence. It’s best if the both of us don’t cross that invisible line we’re slowly teetering on.

But as she looks at me and I unearth the wave of emotions in her eyes pulling me in, I realize I haven’t buried my feelings for her deep enough. They’re there, threatening to imprison me.

I can’t let them.

My hurt is still too raw, even after all this time. I can’t let it go, no matter how much I want to. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to go back in time and ask how she could ruin our friendship the way she did.

Did she ever care about me? About us? Was it all pretend? Is she just like her father?

I hate to think she is. Even back then, as I stared at the proof, it never made sense. But maybe I didn’t know her as well as I thought.

I bend over her tight body, no longer wanting to see her brown eyes. They’re like gazing into a pool of the past where things were once beautiful.

But they’re a lie, just like she was.

My fingers sink back inside her, fucking her to a steady pace.

“Yes…oh, God. Just like that.”

I lower my lips to her neck, working her faster as my tongue licks its way up to her ear. Taking her earlobe into my mouth, I flick and bite, loving her gasps and moans, never wanting to hear anything else.

“You feel so good, Chiara,” I whisper as my lips land on the back of her head, my eyes falling to a close as the smell of her floral shampoo invades my senses. “I can only imagine what you’d feel like riding my cock.”

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