Page 30 of The Devil's Pawn

Before I can make my escape, his uninjured arm snakes around my ass, gripping me tight and setting me right on his thighs.

“Dante…” I stress, my feet dangling over his other side. “We’re supposed to keep business and pleasure separate, not mix the two.”

He gazes up at me with hooded eyes, his lips nearing the middle of my chest.

“Who made up that rule? Because it’s pretty stupid,” he rasps sultrily, making my insides curl deliciously in the wake of his alluring voice.

“Thank you for taking care of me, wife.”

All I can do is groan as his hot mouth lands over the top of my breasts, still covered with clothing. His lips pepper me with soft kisses, and my nipples strain from the sensation.

My hand settles on his head with a loud gasp, my fingers sinking into the silken weight of his hair as the thick strands awaken my senses. I clutch for dear life, pulling a little too roughly when his teeth scrape along the curve of my breast. He breaks with a savage growl, his hand twisting up to my hair and yanking hard as he clenches his teeth.

“If you make those sounds again…” he warns, his gaze capturing me as his breaths fall rapidly over my mouth. “You’re gonna find yourself fully stretched with my cock inside you.”

My pulse leaps out of my throat, my inhales fighting with my exhales. My body wants him, but I can’t give in.

No emotional attachments.

“I…I should go,” I warble as I quickly stand up.

He lets me go with a sigh.

My feet barely move. My back is to him as I take a step away, then another. But I stop, my shoulders swaying with heavy panting.

I stand here, fighting my feelings for someone I don’t know. I’ve never craved a man like I do him. I never knew what it felt like to be desired this badly.

But I know now. I want to know how it feels to be touched by him. I want him to show me, even if it’s for a short time.

The chair drags across the floor, the sound rocking my already tumultuous heart. His footsteps thud, and I suck in a sharp breath, my stomach in tight knots.

He comes closer, his body heat warming me up from the inside out. I whimper, unable to contain the flutters when he’s this close.

“I want you.” His erotic, husky tone whips over my skin as his hand roughly clutches the back of my neck, spinning me around, landing me harshly against him.

My chest flails with heavy waves of emotion as my lips part. His gaze is piercing, and I can’t help but be pulled into those gorgeous eyes and that face bent with want.

“You make me insane, Raquel.”

He looks at me so deeply, so intoxicatingly.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps as I swallow the lump lodged in my throat.

And before I can ask what for, his lips slam to mine.

He kisses me like a man hungry for more. Like his life ends and begins with me. The moans and groans mingle with our breaths as he pushes me up against the wall with the weight of his body. I knock roughly into the hard surface. His injured arm hangs by his side, his hand palming the curve of my hip.

I cling to the back of his head, my fingers sprawling and drawing him even closer as his erotic growls vibrate against my mouth.

He angles his face to kiss me deeper, his tongue rolling with mine, his teeth biting into my lower lip before we move in sync again, finding a rhythm too difficult to separate from.

I could kiss this man for hours. It’s filled with passion and beauty. The first kiss to rival all first kisses I’ve had in the past. Nothing will ever come close.

After what feels like forever, yet not long enough, he pulls back. Both of us pant as his forehead falls to mine.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.” His gravelly whisper seeps with sensuality, wrapping me with so much hunger that I ache for him.

“We’ve only just met at the bar,” I sigh, attempting to calm my stuttered breathing. “Can’t be that long.”

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