Page 69 of The Devil's Pawn

I told Chiara how much I care for her cousin, practically begging her to keep quiet. She swore she wouldn’t say shit, but only if she confirms that Raquel is happy too, and that I’ve been treating her far better than Dom treated Chiara at first.

I sure as fuck hope that’s what Raquel is telling her.

Though I didn’t know Raquel growing up, Chiara was around whenever she could get away from Faro, her psycho father. She’d come to the bakery my parents owned since before we were born, and we’d all hang out, stuffing our faces with my father’s famous chocolate cake and Oreo cupcakes. Damn, that shit was good. He used to have the recipes written in his notebook, but we lost it when we ran away and left everything behind. I often wonder if I could replicate those recipes as a way of keeping my parents close, but I’m afraid that would bring up the pain of losing them all over again.

Once I see Raquel placing the cell down beside her, I open the door and walk over to her.

“Thank you.” She gives me a genuine smile, handing the phone back to me with a sigh. “It was so good to talk to her. We’re like sisters. I missed her a lot.”

“You’ll see her soon,” I tell her, hoping it’s true.

“No, I won’t.” Her lips bend with a frown. “I can’t see her before I get out of the country. It’s too risky.”

“She can come visit, then,” I throw in, not knowing what else to say.

“I guess I can figure out how to contact her in secret, or maybe…” Her eyes light up, widening with her radiant grin. “I can call you and you can contact her for me. Like our own spy movie.”

Her body stretches out, the white bikini appearing even brighter over her tanned skin, and my cock grows hard in response.

Since the first time I was inside her, we haven’t been able to stop. We’ve fucked so many times, I think I’ve worn her out. There isn’t an inch of space on her body I’m not familiar with.

“And what else do we do in this spy movie?” I wag my brows, coaxing another smile from her golden features.

She kicks out her foot, but before she can land it on my thigh, I grab her ankle, my gaze wrapped in a blanket of feelings too hard to admit.

“Try that again and I’ll throw you over my knee and spread that pussy with my fingers for all of my men to see.”

She drags in a long, sharp inhale, grinding her thighs together and swallowing harshly with her brows drawn tight.

“I thought you’d never let them see me naked.” Her voice breaks.

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” I grab her other ankle, yanking her hips upward and splitting her legs apart until her pussy lands on my hard-on. “Maybe they should see exactly what you do to me and why.” I roll my cock over her. “You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Dante,” she whimpers, not in protest, but with want, circling her hips like she’s desperate for it, beyond caring who’s watching.

My men are close enough and have their backs to us now, yards away. They won’t turn around. They know better.

“Get up,” I order, gently dropping her feet.

“What are you gonna do?” She flusters as she comes to a stand.

I take a seat on the lounger she was just in and pull her down over my lap so her ass is in the air and in the direction of two of my men. It’s a good thing the backs of their heads have no eyes.

She looks up at the back of another man in front of her, her eyes widening as I stretch her thighs apart with a hand.

“Wider,” I demand.

I watch her spread open for me even more, grabbing a handful of her ass cheek. Her swimsuit bottom rides up into the center, looking more like a thong now.

“This is such a spankable ass.” My fingers explore the round, full slopes before I take a hard palm to one. “Do you think they heard that?”

She whimpers, so I do it again. Harder.

“Oh, God, Dante.” She wiggles over me.

My hand is now stroking her reddening skin, so beautiful and tempting. My index finger slides the fabric to the side, exposing her damp slit.

“You’re so hard,” she breathes out, her sultry voice my salvation and my curse. “You like knowing how much you touching me in front of them turns me on, don’t you?”

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