Page 89 of The Devil's Deal

My nostrils flare, my jaw flexing so hard my teeth rattle.

Her toes curl as she rubs herself, upping the pace, her moans getting louder.

“I…I shouldn’t want you. But I do,” she cries. “You’re all the things I should stay away from, but I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“Fuck this,” I growl before I’m on the bed beside her, lifting her in the air by her hips as she yelps.

I drape her over me, holding her on top as she stills in my embrace, and with one look into her eyes, the loud whispers telling me to run, quiet to a hum.

Her hooded gaze settles on mine, and whatever’s left of my heart begins to beat.

“Chiara…” I whisper.

“Brian…” Her brows furrow and her palm softly flutters over my cheek.

I shut my eyes, savoring her touch, not knowing when this moment will end. And for the first time in years, I don’t want it to.

I want her despite what she did. Despite her lies and all the hate I’ve carried through the years.

Underneath all that, I’m still the boy who loves her, who would’ve shattered the entire world to make her smile. I just got better at trying to forget him.

But if she knew who I was, would she want me then? Could she ever learn to care for the man I’ve become?

“I’m sorry my father hurt you,” she says, grazing her knuckles over my jaw. “But I’m not him. I’d never hurt you. And Iknowyou don’t want to hurt me. Tell me I’m wrong.”

I bury my face in her chest.

Of course I’d never hurt you. I still care so much about you.

My cock strains against my boxers, needing to find refuge inside her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, cupping my face, pulling me back into her softened gaze.

I search her eyes, my heartbeats unraveling inside my chest.

“Fighting,” I confess with a whisper.

“Fighting what?” Her words are as soft as mine.

“Fighting wanting you.”

She runs her thumb over my lips. “Stop fighting.” Her lips fall closer to mine. “Because I have.”

And before I realize what’s happening, my palm is on the back of her head and her lips are on mine. I take and she gives, her sultry moans shooting down my body, the rhythm of our kiss both light and darkness.

I suck on her lower lip, taking her back down onto the bed, the heaviness of my body sinking over hers. She lifts up her hips to meet mine, draping her calf over my ass, pushing my hard-on deeper, groaning as my cock drives into her pussy.

The sound she makes sends a rush of electric power down the length of me. I’ve never wanted a woman right down to my bones. Never thought I could. That part of me was dead until she woke the beast and tamed his flaming heart.

My hand tumbles roughly in her hair, pulling her head back, giving me access to her neck.

“You’re the only one I fear.” I kiss the curve of her jaw. “There’s no one who scares me more than you do.”

“Don’t be afraid.” Her nails rake my back through the shirt. “Let me in.”

My lips are back on hers, never wanting to stop kissing her. She reaches toward my pants, fumbling with my belt.

I groan, pulling away, rising to my knees, intending to take off my pants, but she reaches for them instead, and without taking her eyes off of mine, she unbuckles my belt.

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