Page 76 of The Devil's Deal

She fists the collar of my shirt, and I allow her to pull me close until her breath laces over my lips.

“What the hell did I tell you about calling me that?” she grits through clenched teeth.

I snarl as her long fingernail inadvertently scratches my neck, and without another thought, I flip her around so harshly that her hand falls off my shirt with a gasp.

Before she has a chance to figure out what’s happening, I bring the tie over her neck from behind, clutching the ends tightly in my palm, pushing her forward with my body until her hands hit the wall in front.

She breathes in and out heavily, the tie allowing her some air.

“I hate you,” she hisses with a tremor, the words sounding like a lie even when they shouldn’t be.

Sheshouldhate me. Iamthe animal she claims I am. She’ll never be the one for me, even if our past was different. Even if she hadn’t ruined everything with her betrayal.

The boy she knew back then is gone. I’m soulless now. Depravity is my only friend. Revenge is my new name. And Chiara was always too beautiful for a world like that.

I know I shouldn’t allow her to lower my inhibitions. I know I shouldn’t be touching her at all. But I can’t help myself. Not with her. She always had a piece of my heart even when she didn’t know it, and still, that part will always be hers.

Before I have a chance to change my mind, I give her what she’s too proud to ask for. I yank her neck back with the tie, wanting to see those eyes the moment she feels me touch her. Wanting to own that moment and make it mine.

Her head falls against my chest, her teeth tugging at her lower lip, the heat within her gaze simmering with desire. My hand crawls around her hip, my fingers gliding down to her slit. And once I’m there, once I feel the warmth of her pussy, I run two fingers over it, squeezing her lips.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, her brows twisting as her gaze clasps to mine, her lips shuddering as I slip a finger inside, finding her soaked.

I circle a thumb over her swollen clit just as I pull the tie harder, causing her to wince and moan all at once.

My veins should be filled with contempt, but instead, my body wants to be filled with the sweet taste of her pussy.

“You like it this way, don’t you, Chiara? You like it hard. You like to be controlled. Owned.” I twist the tie around my wrist and jerk, ensuring she can’t move away as I spread her wet slit with my fingers before slamming them hard inside her.

“Oh, God!” Her cry morphs into a frazzled pant, her nails piercing jaggedly into my thighs as I thrust roughly, curling my fingers as I do, hitting that spot inside her.

“God isn’t going to help you, baby,” I say. “Not with me.”

Her gaze narrows, as though looking away would mean her losing.

I like the game, and I play to win.

Chiara may be used to ordering everyone around at work, commanding respect. But right here, right now, I’m the one in charge. And no matter how much her brain may deny it, her body knows it too.

I work her faster, adding a third finger, stretching her pussy. She moans, loud and unabashed, her eyes now hooded, her lips parted and trembling with every whimper.

My thumb runs over her clit, and once her walls clench around me and her moans come in waves, I know she’s close.

“Harder,” she groans, rubbing her ass over my stiff cock.

Fuck, I need inside her. But I can’t.

Hard and fast, I sink my fingers, over and over, until her body jolts. Until her moans are so loud, I’m sure they’re heard outside. When I feel the clenching of her pussy get tighter around my fingers, I slip out.

“No, no, no,” she cries, her voice rippled with need, her eyes begging me for what I won’t give her.

While holding her captive with my tie, I lift the hand that was just inside her and run the fingers over my lips, my tongue dipping for a taste.

“You don’t get to decide what happens in my kingdom, princess.” I press the tips of my fingers into her mouth this time, fighting my way inside even with her teeth scraping along the way.

“This is how I want you. Mouth too full to talk.” My eyes drift to a partial close as I lean my mouth to her ear. “You remember this feeling the next time you take off your clothes in front of another man in my home. You want to take them off? You take them off forme.”

Pulling the tie away, I stroll toward the door.

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