Page 82 of The Devil's Deal

Her walls clench around me, responding to my dirty talk.

“You think about it too, don’t you, baby?”

She pants, refusing to answer. I thrust harder, adding another finger. She’s close. I can feel it from the hastening of her breathing to the clasping of her walls and the tightening of her hands around the handrail.

“It’s okay to admit you want me,” I say. “It’ll stay right here in this room.”

I hit her G-spot with a deep thrust, and she pants harder. And when I ease my movement to a slower pace, she growls in frustration.

“Yes, you bastard! I think about you all the time, even when I don’t want to.”

“Mmm,” my voice hums in approval as I slide my fingers out of her, cupping her pussy. “Beg.”

I knead her flesh, her clit rubbing over my palm before I spank her cunt.

“Beg me for something you don’t even deserve.”

She half-cries, half-moans, her voice no longer strong, carrying defeat, and I relish it.

I pinch her pussy lips, rubbing them against each other. “You’re soaking my fingers, baby. Make it easier on yourself and ask for it.”

“Fuck,” she growls, her breaths uneven, her shoulders bouncing desperately. “Please, let me come. I need to stop hurting. I need you to make it stop.”

As soon as the words fall from her lips, I ram three fingers inside her, filling her to capacity, wondering how well that tight little hole would take my cock. I bet she’d take it nice and hard and then ask for seconds.

“Oh, God. I’m close,” she whispers with a series of weighty pants. “Harder. I need it harder.”

“Shit.” I grip a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, needing to see her face as she comes.

Her gaze finds mine as I thrust as far as I can go, wanting her to feel me everywhere.

“You’re dripping down my hand,” I groan as I slam into her with a frenzied pace, never wanting this moment to end. Never wanting to stop making her feel this good.

“Oh, God, Brian. I’m…I’m… Fuck!” she screams as her release hits, bolting through her body.

I milk every ounce of her pleasure, driving harder until her moans slow, then I slip out of her and find another hole to fill. I shove my fingers between her already-parted lips, opening them wider.

“This is what I do to you.”

She moans, running her tongue over each finger.

“Yeah, that’s it. Taste yourself, baby.”

She sucks the flavor from my hand, whimpering, with her gaze still fastened to mine. Once I’m satisfied, I let her go, taking a step back while she’s still grasping on to the ladder as though it’s the only thing keeping her stable.

I glance at her one more time, wishing like hell I could kiss her again. That we could find the love we once thought was ours.

But instead, I walk away, the same way she once did.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chiara

I may have beena little drunk, but my memory was fine. I remember every tantalizing detail from yesterday. No one has ever turned me on the way he does, and it should make me all kinds of sad knowing I can’t truly have that with him. Not beyond whatever we have right now.

Once I find a way to disappear, I’ll be gone from his life for good. I should be thrilled, but a part of me—that little part I don’t want anyone to see—wishes I could stay.

I release a silent sigh, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. The clock reads midnight, but it might as well be noon.

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