Page 91 of The Devil's Deal

When the aftershocks of her orgasm still and my every drop is hers, I lean down to my side and hold her close against my chest, my palm sprawled over her stomach.

After we catch our breath, she’s the first to speak.

“I still want to know your name.” She runs lazy circles on the top of my hand.

“You’ll know when I’m ready to tell you.”

“When will that be?” she murmurs.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

She inhales, letting the breath fall harshly out of her lips. “Okay. Oh, and just so you know, if you let another woman touch you again, it won’t end well for you. I’m pretty skilled with a gun in my hand.”

I chuckle, kissing the back of her head. “Is that a promise, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She scoots closer to my body, and for the first time in a long time, I smile.

And I feel it in places where I’ve long been unable to feel anything.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chiara

“You’re so beautiful,”he whispers as he spoons me close, his lips kissing my temple.

I moan, encased in euphoria, tugging my body even closer to his, not realizing I’m doing it until it’s already done. His calloused palm splays over my lower abdomen, his fingers sinking deliciously into my skin.

What am I doing? How can I let him make me feel so at ease?

I’ve welcomed him into my body, and if I’m not careful, he’ll take my heart.

He’s a man whose name I don’t even know, who’s taken me against my will. So how can the arms of my kidnapper feel so tender?

It’s as though I’m not in the arms of the man who swore to hurt me when we first met, but rather like I’m being held by the same man I lusted over back in the club. Someone I once wanted to know better.

But all that doesn’t erase my circumstance.

I was taken. By him.

I don’t know what he has in store for me, but sleeping with him is nothing more than my getaway ticket.

He groans, kissing my neck, and I purr like a goddamn cat. I barely recognize myself. My mind has to stay sharp at all times to find a way to escape.

But what if…

No. I can’t even finish the thought.

But as hard as I fight it, the thought finishes itself. It’s scary to even consider that this could become something real after everything is over. But what if…what if he’s finally showing me the real him? What if the world is giving me something I don’t yet understand?

I’m being an idiot. The men in my life have only tried to chain me, not love me. It must be the sex making me crazy.

Of course we can’t be together. We’re two people who were never meant to find a home in each other’s arms. And right now, feeling so at peace beside him, it’s kind of making me sad.

He rustles beside me, a single finger skimming down my stomach, finding a neat path to my core. He slides it inside, rubbing my clit, drawing a low, throaty moan from me.

“Your ass should permanently stay glued to my cock.” The deep-chested rasp of his voice only strokes me harder, goose bumps slithering up my arms and breasts as he continues to rub me slowly.

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