Page 70 of The Devil's Pawn

“Mmm, I do,” I hum in approval, dipping my finger inside that hole. “I can feel it. Always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

She mumbles with a low cry as I squeeze those swollen lips together. She looks over her shoulder, and her eyes cling to mine like a raft to the ocean, drowning me in waves of regret.

I’m going to hurt this amazing woman, and I feel nothing but shame for my original plan. For even marrying her in the first place under the face of a lie. I wanted to hurt her father, but she’s the only one who’s going to end up hurt, and that’s going to wreck me right along with her.

“Touch me,” she pleads, pushing herself further into my hand.

I give her what she wants, plunging my fingers inside her wet and warm entrance with rough strokes. She tries to stifle a cry as she burrows into my calf, her moans vibrating over me. I use my other hand to spread her, working myself deeper.

“You’re not doing a good job of keeping that sexy voice down.” I slip out, rubbing both sides of her clit.

She peers at me with jerky, uneven breaths, and when I thrust back inside, she hides her face over me, her teeth dragging across my skin.

Her pussy soaks my fingers, practically dripping down, so I give it to her harder, wanting to break her. She tries to keep her moans soft as her nails dig into my leg while her entire body shudders, losing control.

“Scream, baby. Let them hear you. Let them hear how much you love it.”

Her eyes return to mine.

“Dante…oh, God,” she stammers, her brows tight. “I can’t.”

My palm slides into her hair, my fingers threading in the softness before I fist it, yanking her head back as far as it’ll go. “I’m not giving you a choice.”

Her pussy clenches around me, sucking me deeper, and I want to fuck her with a lot more than my hands.

I curl my fingers inside her, slamming into her G-spot with ferocious strength. Her untethered control melts away, replaced by gasping moans and frantic whimpers. She’s not in control of her body or her mind when she’s with me. It’s all mine.

“That’s it, baby. Look how good you can take it.” I add another finger, stretching her as I continue pumping faster, deeper, not giving her body a moment to recover.

“Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she screams, spasming around me as her nails claw my leg.

I don’t stop until she stops convulsing and her breaths calm.

“Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed,” she sighs, barely able to speak.

“Don’t be. That was beautiful.” I let my hand slip out of her, moving all three fingers into my mouth.

Her lips part, eyes watching me. My cock throbs for that pussy. We’re both breathing hard, unable to keep our gazes off one another, consumed by the familiar magnetism that pulls us together, keeping the rest of the noise away.

Unable to take another moment of not feeling her wrapped around my cock, I grab her by the waist and haul her over my shoulder, fixing her swimsuit bottom so she’s all covered.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, her breathing hot, lining up my back.

“I’d never do anything you’re uncomfortable with, baby.”

And I mean that. I’ve gotten to know her pretty well in the three weeks we’ve been together, well enough to know I can finger-fuck her in front of my staff, but not carry her around while she’s exposed like that.

We make it to our bedroom, where I hold her close every night. Waking up to someone I care about is still foreign. It feels like I’m someone else sometimes. Not this fucked-up monster I became. Someone unworthy of her. Someone she’s bound to reject.

Raquel will always be out of my league. Her beauty will always rival my savagery. But every savage needs a gentle queen to keep him from falling deeper into the darkness.

Lowering her down my body, I cradle her in my arms, our gazes fused in unspoken promises of tomorrow. Every fiber of my intense feelings for a woman I was never allowed to have spills from my eyes.

“These days with you have been the best days I’ve had in a long time,” I whisper. “Too long.”

“Me too,” she says on a sigh, her voice as muted as mine, like anything louder would destroy this moment. “I…I don’t know how to leave you, Dante.”

I growl in frustration, quickly lowering my mouth to hers and kissing her hungrily, ending those thoughts where we’re no longer together. I need her to forget, and this is the only way I know how.

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