Page 36 of The Devil's Pawn

I grasp on to his hair, pushing him back down onto me. His laugh vibrates over my needy flesh as his tongue runs up and down, hitting both sides of my clit, while two fingers enter me, ramming with a tortured tempo. My toes curl as his tongue and fingers continue to wreck me with sweet agony, the combination bringing the orgasm to the cusp of its breaking point.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I groan, rotating my hips over his mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

He slams inside me over and over, the tip of his tongue flicking faster at the same time. My hips arch like I’m trying to escape the orgasm that’s about to blow my body to shreds. And with another thrust, I come violently, screaming his name, not caring who hears it.

He climbs up my body, kissing me hungrily. His hand reaches under my dress and cups my breast, pinching my nipple in between two fingers.

“Turn around,” he demands as his lips leave mine, his gaze still clouded with desperation.

I flip over, desperate for him too.

“Fuck me,” I demand, turning my head toward him and sticking out my ass. “With your cock this time.”

“Shit, baby.”

His hand finds the edge of my dress, lifting it over me, and his palm lands hard on my bare ass, making my skin burn from the harsh touch. I whimper as two fingers slip inside me, fucking me all over again. His hand wraps around the front of my throat, gripping roughly and pulling my face backward with renewed possession as another wave of an orgasm grows.

I’m a prisoner to his gaze as I moan out his name, needing to come, the pleasure even more powerful than before.

“Iamgonna fuck you,” he promises through gritted teeth, his voice sealed with an oath. “It won’t be today, but we both know it’ll be soon. And we both know how much you’re gonna beg for it to happen again and again, wife.”

Those words shoot straight to my core, like an explosion. I shouldn’t love that title, but I do…when he’s the one calling me that.

He curls his fingers inside me, pounding into my G-spot like a demonic possession, his breath hot and hungry at the shell of my ear.

“Oh, God, Dante, I’m…I’m coming!” I cry, my body sparking to life.

“Mmm. Such a good little cunt. Takes my fingers so well.” He pumps me faster. “I know it’s gonna take my cock just as good.”

The dirty talk pushes all the right buttons, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from me. Once my tremors still, he slides his fingers out, cupping my pussy as he bites and kisses my neck. And instead of removing his hand completely, he glides two fingers up to my ass.

“Dante, what are you—”

“Shhh.”

His palm tightens around my neck, pulling me toward him, and then his lips are on mine, our tongues falling to a slow rhythm as the tip of his finger enters my other hole.

My muscles lock, stiffening around him. No one has ever done this to me. No one even asked to. But he doesn’t have to ask. I’d let him do just about anything.

He draws back a few inches, his lips falling away from mine. “I’m going to own that tight little hole too. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I groan, feeling another orgasm rising like a tidal wave.

“You need to come again, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I admit, unashamed.

And he lets me. With my neck and my pussy at his mercy, his talented fingers bring me to the brink, the rush unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to live without it now.

CHAPTERTEN

DANTE

What happenedbetween us last night was bound to happen eventually, and we both know it’ll keep happening.

She’s like a drug.