Page 40 of The Devil's Pawn

His men are everywhere, but luckily, none are facing us. Thank God for the music masking whatever is left of my dignity.

My hands fight to hang on to the edge of the pool. The need to cry out, to let him know how good this feels, overwhelms me.

“You liked me watching you, didn’t you, Raquel? You liked knowing I was hard today seeing your naked body after the shower.”

“Yes,” I confess with a whimper, unable to deny it.

I like being dirty with him. I like knowing I can turn him on so easily. It’s empowering.

He rubs my clit faster now, causing me to grasp his thigh with a hand. My nails practically pierce his skin as I fight the astounding need to scream out his name.

“Dante!” I whisper hoarsely. “We can’t do this here. Your people are everywhere.”

“I thought you liked being watched?”

I moan low, my body in a state of craze at the thought of coming with all the men around to hear and see me.

“We can’t.” But I don’t sound sure at all.

“We can. And you will. And you’d better use your inside voice, baby girl, because I won’t be gentle.”

I remember when he said those words to me that first time we met at the bar, and it sets me further on fire.

Two fingers slam hard inside me from the front.

“On second thought…” he groans. “I want you to scream. I want to hear what a little slut you are.”

I bite into my lower lip, barely suppressing the moans from the way he moves inside me, so deep, so hard. And that dirty talk has my pussy convulsing around him. I almost don’t care who hears. I’m so high on emotion, I’d let them all watch me get fucked.

His thumb circles my clit as he thrusts in a hurried pace, his panting hot and heavy on the side of my neck as his mouth taunts me with passionate kisses. His thick length digs into the small of my back, and knowing he’s hard for me, that I turn this gorgeous man on, is making me want to drop to my knees and watch as every inch of him enters my mouth.

“They know what’s happening,” he warns. “My men know I have my hand on this sweet pussy. I bet they want a taste.”

He fucks me without mercy. Without fear.

“It’s too bad I don’t share.” He curls his fingers deeper, rubbing my G-spot just right, while his dirty words lure the fire from my core.

My body is his to command, to own.

“I should fuck you right on the ground so they can all see how much you love my cock.”

“Dante, please. Faster,” I beg. I can’t take this torture anymore.

He spins me around, lifting me up onto the surface so my back is against the ground and my ass is in the air while my calves wrap around his lower back.

“What are you—oh my God!” I gasp as his fingers slide into me again, the new position even better than the last.

I no longer care who sees me. My mind is somewhere far away, where only he and I exist. He pushes even deeper while my walls tighten around him for survival.

He moves quicker, his eyes clinging on to me. I climb higher, my center throbbing, and with one more slam of his fingers, I come.

“Dante, yes!” I cry, my wild breaths threading in my voice and overshadowing the beat of the melody climbing from the speakers.

His movements slow as I descend from the high, and his fingers reluctantly pull out. His body falls over me, his other hand fisting my hair and yanking me back as his lips capture mine in a brutal kiss.

Biting.

Sucking.

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