Page 93 of The Devil's Deal

His cock grazes my clit, and my whole body buzzes with a high, my lips shuddering with a pant.

“Otherwise, you’ll be here all alone,” he adds in a gravelly tone.

“In your bed?” I bite the edge of my lower lip, rolling my hips over his hard-on, needing a release so bad, I’m about to beg for one.

He drops his face closer, his eyes delving into mine. “If you want.”

“I want.” I grind myself against him.

“Yes, you do,” he groans, his palm landing hard on my jaw as he kisses me with a frenzy rivaling madness.

He bites and sucks, both of us in a state of ecstasy consuming everything but the both of us.

Right now, all I know is him, and all I want is the way he makes me feel. I never want it to end. The crown of his length eases inside me, while his mouth devours me to the same rhythm.

He does unspeakable things to my body, and if I’m not careful, he’ll do unspeakable things to my heart.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chiara

Sleep calls to me,lulling me back into its abyss even as my eyes peer open, finding the morning light flitting through the gray curtains.

I yawn, stretching out my arms above me. It takes me a few seconds to realize that Brian let me sleep with him last night, and that he isn’t here anymore.

I glance at the clock on his nightstand, reading ten a.m. He must be at work, wherever that is.

Then a thought hits me. The party tonight. That could be the perfect way to flee unnoticed amongst the throng of people.

Shit. Why didn’t I think of that last night?

Maybe because he was fucking me in all sorts of insane positions and my brain was jumbled. I should’ve told him I wanted to go tonight. Maybe it’s not too late.

I sit up, swinging my feet down, when I notice a small white folded paper sitting up against his silver lamp. Picking it up, I open it, finding a note from him.

I could get used to waking up with you curled up against my chest.

My heart squeezes tight in my rib cage, and my every breath stills as I clutch the paper against my chest. Taking a deep breath, I continue reading.

I left you something on the bed in your room. I’ll see you tonight.

A smile spreads over my face. Grabbing my clothes from the floor, I hurriedly slip them back on, needing to see what he left me before I run into the shower. Exiting his room, I walk over to mine, practically running inside.

On my bed lies a long, white garment bag, and I instantly know what’s inside.

A dress.

He wants you there.

There’s a fluttering in my stomach that I don’t recognize. It’s so foreign, I almost think I made it up, but it’s real, just like last night was.

But I have to get away. I have to leave him. I can’t stay.

My fingertips tingle, my chest burning at the conflicting feelings crackling with my heart, relief clouded by desolation.

I push the thoughts far down where I don’t have to feel them as I unzip the bag, finding two of the same bright red gowns. Though I don’t like wearing color, I can make an exception for the exquisite work of a high-end designer I easily recognize.

Each dress is at least five grand. I lift one by the hanger, running my fingers over the soft, thick material, then lower until I hit the thin, sparkly belt sewn into the waist.

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