Page 67 of The Devil's Pawn

The sensation there reaches my pussy, and he flattens his tongue, brushing it over my pulsating core. I shatter, gagging on his cock as he sucks me into his mouth, ripping every wave of pleasure from my body.

“You’re not done, baby,” he rasps, one hand somehow keeping me steady while the other clasps the back of my head, pushing me down even more as I suck him deeper. “Yeah, that’s it. You take it like a good girl.”

I practically choke as my eyes water, but I don’t stop. His demanding ways set me off, making my body somehow need more.

His fingers thread through my waves, grasping hard as he pushes me up and down his length, over and over, until I feel him throbbing against my tongue.

“Fuck!” he roars, his hand stilling at the back of my head and keeping my mouth firmly wrapped around the base of him as he shoots spurts of his warmth down my throat.

My moans shudder over his hardened cock as I suck him dry.

“My good little whore,” he growls.

Once every ounce of his release spills, he flips me back around, his hand tucking beneath my cheek.

“Don’t go.” His pleading reaches into my heart, making it bleed. “I can keep you safe from all of them. You’d be happy with me, baby. And I sure as hell would be happy with you.”

“Dante, I—”

But he doesn’t let me finish. His fiery gaze cuts through the regret in my words as his jaw pulses with ferocity, melting into desire.

“Turn around.” His demand is as sharp as his tone. “I’m gonna try a little harder to convince you to stay.”

And even with the orgasm I just had, I want it again. My body’s heating merely from that look in his eyes. The one that says he could break me while piecing me back together all at the same time.

He grips the column of my neck, yanking my face to his as his tongue slinks out, coasting up my lips.

“Palms against the wall, sweetheart.” His words curl devilishly over my mouth before he flips me around ruthlessly, not waiting for me to do it myself.

My hands slam over the wall as his fall to my back, pushing me down lower until my ass is bent over.

“Good girl. Stay just like that and don’t move.” He opens the shower door, letting the cold air whisk across me, causing goose bumps to prickle over my skin.

Seconds later, he’s back inside, taking one of my hands and pulling it behind me before he grabs the other. I maintain my balance, my cheek planted on the tiles for stability.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, turning my head and finding those eyes fastened to mine.

Staring into them is like looking into the eyes of the devil: inviting and captivating, yet filled with murky darkness and opaque with mystery.

Who is this man I’m steadily falling for? Could he really be someone I can hold on to when all I want is to drift away and find solace somewhere safe, somewhere I’m no longer hurting?

He doesn’t answer as something latches to my wrists, binding them together over the small of my back.

“Your panties look much better with you wearing them.” His voice thunders over the sound of the water.

Then his palm connects over my ass with a loud snap, making my skin erupt in blistering heat.

I like being vulnerable to him. The need from within coils in the pit of my stomach, leaving me craving more of this. More of us.

Being with him is like being submerged into waves of the unknown, and right now, I want to know desperately if I’ll come out unscathed.

I whimper as his fingers round my hip from behind, finding my core and ramming inside.

“I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted you. Wanted this pussy. This body,” he grates against the shell of my ear, causing my nipples to harden. “But I’ve realized I want more now. I want it with you, Raquel.”

He grabs on to my hair, tearing my head backward.

“You make me want something I never thought I could have. And if I can’t have it with you…” The sensation of his touch disappears from my core as he lines his cock up with my entrance, letting the tip push its way inside. “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

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