Page 52 of The Devil's Secret

A crude smirk lands over my mouth as I cut all the distance between us, standing right before her.

“I want to hear it from you.” My hand falls to her jaw, jerking her head up. “Tell me, Joelle. What did you tell them?”

“Well…” A smile teases the edge of her lips. “I may or may not have insinuated that you fuck your sister.” She shoves my hand away, lying back down onto the bed.

“I don’t have a sister.”

“Surprise.” A brow curves up. “You do now.”

“Are you cockblocking me, baby?” I lower onto the bed right beside her, my hand trailing up her leg, from her ankle, further, until my palm settles on her inner thigh, and I squeeze enough to get her shuddering.

“No. Just having fun at your expense.” Humor settles on her face, and I’d very much like to wipe it off with my dick deep down her throat.

Her gaze skirts to my cock, and I know she can tell how hard I am.

“Like what you see there, babe? Want to touch it and make it feel better?”

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t want something that doesn’t belong to me.”

I scoot closer, my hand now fledging to her waistband, fingertips riding under her shirt, stroking the skin there. “You think my hard-on is for them?”

“I heard you all.” Her breath goes all hoarse and wispy, her skin waking with goose bumps from my touch. “I’m pretty sure I know what happened. What I don’t know is why you’re here.”

“Let me clarify some things.” My fingers climb higher, her chest rising with my movement, lips parted with soft exhales. My hand lands right below her tits, brushing right under them. The swell of each one has me wanting to feel them in my palms. “I’m hardfor you, Joelle. I’m always hard for you.”

She sucks in a breath, and I look deep into the calmness of those tranquil eyes, barely keeping it together from how badly I want to kiss that wide-eyed look from her face. “And that shit you heard, had nothing to do with me. As you can hear”—I tilt my head toward the noise still very much happening—“they’re fine without me. But you…” My fingers track up the side of her body, bare skin on bare skin. “I have a feeling you need me more than you want to admit and I sure as fuck need you.”

Her expression turns wanton, cheeks flushed. “Enzo,” she whispers, her brows creasing.

“Yes, baby.” It’s not a question because I know. “That thing you feel deep inside, I feel it too.”

My hand falls back to her thigh as her hand lands on my knee, cruising up until she holds my cock in her grip, her hand stroking once as she draws her body near mine, until her breath storms over my mouth.

“Fuuuck.” My entire body comes alive, not wanting her to stop touching me.

My gaze narrows. “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

“Do it, then.” She sighs with a raspy moan.

Oh hell.

“If that’s really what you want, then tell me. Was he your boyfriend?” I squeeze my hand, a finger brushing up her pussy.

“You first.” She tightens her fingers around my cock. “Did you fuck Kora?”

“Who?” I groan as she massages my hard-on.

“The girl at the strip club. The one you went to the back with.”

“Joelle, no. Fuck, baby.” I hold her cheek in my hand, my face twisted up. “That’s what you thought?”

She nods.

“I haven’t touched anyone since meeting you. I don’t want to.”

She bites into her lower lip and I want more than anything to kiss this woman.

“Your turn.” A hand falls to her jaw and I grip it tight as I stare into her eyes. “Was he your boyfriend, Joelle?”

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