Page 88 of The Devil's Deal

But one moment—one slice in time—changed everything, taking away my friend and my future. And now, she’s no longer the girl I once knew and I’m no longer the boy who held her hand and swore to protect her from all the monsters.

I’mthe monster now. And there’s no one to protect her from me.

The cut in the doorway gives me a nice view of her spread thighs on my bed, the tie still rubbing on her pussy. Her breasts arch up as she shoves her fingers deep inside her.

Fuck, the imagery goes straight to my cock. I palm it roughly in my pants, gripping tight as I clench my jaw. I should be there, burying myself inside her wet cunt.

“Mmm…Brian…yes.”

My name on her lips, those thighs trembling, has me pushing the door open harshly, my footsteps creaking over the floorboards.

She gasps, grabbing the other end of the comforter, draping it over herself.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she shrieks, her breaths running rampant.

I snicker, crossing my arms over my chest, my mouth twisting into a slow smirk as I stare down at her. “Shouldn’t I be askingyouthat question? You’re the one naked and in my bed with my tie on that sweet pussy.”

She gapes up at me, completely speechless, her brows straining, her cheeks a soft pink.

“Don’t stop now, baby.” Reaching down, I yank the covers off of her body, exposing every gorgeous inch. “I was quite fond of the performance.”

She crosses her legs at her knees, her palms cupping her tits while my eyes take a leisurely swipe up her body.

Her lips pout, her rough exhale a little too sexy.

“You’re sick!” she pants.

“I’m not the one who watched me get my dick sucked.” My tone is deep, hoarse, unable to control the hunger permeating through me.

My gaze drowns over her body, sweeping over every line, every curve, wanting my hands there instead.

“Did I tell you to stop?” I ask, my tongue darting out for a taste. “Show me how you touch yourself. And keep that tie exactly where it is.”

She lets out a half pant, half moan, her brows curling downward.

“Come on, Chiara.” The tone in my voice is rough, my cock throbbing. “Don’t make me ask again.”

I witness the momentary inner battle within her eyes. Finally, she drops one hand from her chest, giving me a view of her gorgeous tit, the nipple a deep pink. One I want to taste. To bite.

“Drop the other hand,” I demand, taking her in.

Her hand slowly travels down, giving me what I want.

Her aroused gaze, those full parted lips, those tiny whimpers, I devour them all as she gradually drifts her hand even lower until her fingers are lost to her wet slit.

“That’s it, baby. Rub that clit over my tie. I want it to smell like you.”

“Oh, God!” She grinds her ass on the sheets, pinching a nipple with her free hand while she touches herself with the other.

“Yes, Brian! I’m gonna come all over your tie.”

I groan, wanting so badly for her to call me by the name she once used.

I know what I told myself at the library, about her calling me by my alias being a good thing, but I hate hearing it now. I should always be Dom to her. To me, she’ll always be my Chiara, no matter how many years and how many lies have been built to keep us apart.

She flips around onto her stomach, her ass in the air, her fingers still inside her. Her head’s angled to the side as she holds my gaze, getting brasher while she fucks herself.

“Is that what you like?” she asks with boldness as she gyrates over my bed, holding me prisoner. “You like seeing me touching myself, thinking of your cock inside me?”

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