Page 68 of The Devil's Pawn

And then he slams his hips, sheathing himself fully into me and stretching me until it burns.

My cries slip, like drops of the water sluicing down my back, as his pounding grows harder. His tempo is savage, beastly, to the point of reprisal. My screams multiply, and I’m unable to control them. I don’t want to. My body feels as though it belongs to another. Like I’m renting space inside it.

I climb higher, rising to the cusp again.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I plead. “You feel so good.”

“Not as good as you.” His hoarse voice gives way to deep, erotic grunts.

His free hand climbs over my hip and finds my clit, pinching and slapping it until I’m lost to the screaming moans that come out of me.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take every inch of my cock.”

With another crazed thrust of his hips, I come undone, my walls clamping around him and my screams carnal.

He tugs on fistfuls of my hair as he chases his own release while his cock penetrates me deeper. I don’t have to ask him to pull out. He does it on his own, slipping out of me and stroking his cock in his palm as I watch, getting turned on all over again.

Those eyes fasten to mine, never letting go, as his groans get closer together. Then he explodes all over my back. I feel the warmth before it drips down into my ass.

“Mmm,” he sighs. “You look damn hot with your ass covered in my cum.”

Heavy pants are my only response as I try to calm my erratic breathing. He pulls me up by my hair, righting me so I’m flush against him, his mouth lining with mine.

But this time, the kiss is tender, slow, yet growing with passionate heat. Building into something I’m afraid of.

I swore I’d never give him my heart, but I realize it’s no longer mine to give. He’s going to steal it one way or another.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

DANTE

Two weeks have spedby faster than I’d like. The time with Raquel is slowly coming to an end. I’ve gotten to know her better and learned things I couldn’t discover from mere surveillance, things that lie within her heart.

Our days together have made us closer than before, every moment solidifying a future we’ll never have.

Now that I’ve decided not to keep her against her will, to tell her everything when the time comes, I know she’ll want to be far away from me. Far from where I can convince her I’m not her enemy.

Once she finds out how badly I’ve been lying to her, she won’t want to hear me out, and I won’t hold that against her. This isn’t what I wanted, but it’s the monster I’ve created.

Two weeks ago, the day after we fucked in the shower, she signed the contract I made her believe was real. I hated deceiving her, but I had to continue the act. She can’t leave yet. Not until we take care of Carlito and the Bianchis.

Yesterday, we got their location from Vincenzo, one of the Bianchis’ captains, all thanks to Dom, who was pretty handy with a torch. Our men are in the process of finding out if their boy was telling us the truth.

After we killed Jared and Victor, we were hungry for information and assassinated many of the Palermo men in the process. None were willing to give up the children’s whereabouts or that of the Bianchi brothers…until Vincenzo came to the rescue.

We need to locate that private club they’re running with the women and kids. We’ve got to save them so they don’t end up like Matteo.

When Dom found out that our mother was murdered, he nearly lost it. We didn’t tell him immediately. He had a lot on his plate with Chiara being attacked by Cain, then taken by her father’s man, Miles, who was one of our guards. The man was nothing but a mole, placed here by Faro, and we fell for it. It made trusting the rest of our crew a lot harder, but we’re doing the best we can.

Dom swore the rest of the Bianchis would know death more painful than Faro ever got when Chiara shot him. I’ll gladly volunteer for that.

Staring out the glass door, I watch Raquel from inside the house as she talks to Chiara on one of the loungers out by the pool. When Chiara called Raquel’s phone, I couldn’t deny them the conversation. I’m aware of how close they are.

Chiara already knows why I have Raquel. She wasn’t happy with me, but I asked her not to say anything. I don’t want Raquel to be destroyed before it’s safe for her to leave me.

The very thought rips out my fucking heart. A fist tightens at my side as I try to steady the rapid beats of my pulse.

I can’t lose her.

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