Page 54 of The Devil's Secret

Maybe I could convince her to stay. That this home, with me, is where she needs to be.

“Harder,” she cries as we separate, her exhales fanning over me as her gaze bores into mine, her hand clasping the back of my neck. “I need it harder.”

So I give it to her, my curled fingers slamming inside until she quivers. “You feel so good, Joelle.” My thumb strokes her clit simultaneously. “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“Fuck me, ple-please just do it.” The words tumble out of her in a hurry, and the tremor behind them has me wanting to do just that.

“Not tonight, baby. I want to take my time getting to know your body.” I drive harder. “And I want you to get to know mine.”

“Oh God, yes,” she cries, her walls clasping around me, pulling me in, my cock stiff and twitching against her thigh, needing inside her warmth.

Her body convulses, her whimpering coming stronger now, her pussy shuddering around me in waves.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let me feel you. Let me hear it.” I prop myself on my arm. “Let me see those eyes as you come.”

“Enzo, yes...” Her voice falters, her gaze fastened to mine, and when she crashes, she doesn’t hide it. She lets me see it all, and I savor every moment.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

JOELLE

After he touched me,made me feel pieces of the girl I was, he held me in his arms for what felt like hours. The women next door long forgotten, sent home by his men, the ones he instructed to get them out of his home.

I’ve never been held by a man before. Not really. The one boyfriend I had when I was eighteen was just a boy. We didn’t last more than a few months, and the one after him was more of the same. They were nice guys, but no one I really remembered or longed for.

Not like Enzo. He’s carved out a piece of me. Owning it. Consuming it. As though it’s been his all along. As though I’ve been his forever.

With him, I’m weightless, lost in a world I didn’t know I could have. But he makes me want it. The normalcy. A life—with him, with Robby. And maybe he can protect us. Maybe I was wrong about it all. He’s done so much for me already. Maybe I could trust him with my secrets. If anyone could help me, Enzo may be the one to do it.

But I need time to be sure this is the right move. If Robby is still alive, then I have to be absolutely positive that telling Enzo won’t harm my son.

Enzo rustles beside me, his large arm draped over my hip, pulling me closer as he groans. His mouth lands on my shoulder so softly, it doesn’t belong to a man as hard as him. Yet, that’s who he’s always been with me, hasn’t he? A myriad of faces, an angel, and the devil too.

He fell asleep beside me all night, not wanting to go, and I didn’t want him to go either. He makes all the ugly fade away, finding the beauty I once possessed and bringing it out onto the surface.

I could love him. Really love him. The thought hurts, my heart heavy, bleeding for the music we could create. But can it really be our song? Can we sing the words out loud, or are we destined to beat to a melody that never quite fit?

After he brought us food last night, we ate in bed, laughing like long-lost friends, lovers awakened to the colors flooding from a world that was once so dark, so lonely. Until now. Until he came into my life and changed everything. For better or worse. I don’t yet know. I’m too afraid to find out.

Fear, that’s what I’ve known these past nine years. My only real friend or enemy. They’re one and the same. In my world, people are hard to trust.

But I trust him.

Don’t I?

“Good morning, baby,” he says, the gravelly rasp of his voice seeps with male power, wrapping me in its safety, something foreign, yet something I crave badly.

“Morning.” I turn toward him, an adoring smile spreading wide across his face.

“I hope you slept well, because I sure as hell did.” He squeezes the hand on my hip, kissing the tip of my nose.

My heart lurches.

“Never better.” I grin, meaning it. Sleeping while my enemies watched my every move, entering my home uninvited, isn’t what I’d call quality sleep.

“Good. Maybe we can make this permanent.” His palm cruises around to my ass, massaging it as he kisses my neck.

My nipples pebble in the wake of his touch, my moans beating with a hum, my fingers lacing in his hair. Waking up beside him every day, I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I’m already falling deep for this man, without knowing a thing about him.

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