Page 53 of The Devil's Secret

“No.” She shakes her head, those eyes glossing over with emotion. “He was nothing.”

In a flash, I’m on her, my body pinning hers onto the bed, my knee in between her thighs, her wrists caught in a tightened grip above her head.

“No one has made me feel what you do,” I confess, slowly lowering until the tip of my tongue traces up her lips, my breath weaving over the curve of her jaw, down to her neck.

A sigh wrapped in the smallest moan makes it out of her, like she’s fighting hard not to show me how badly she wants this. Wants us.

Gently, I kiss the delicate skin of her neck, right over that rapid pulse beating against my tongue. “I sure as hell wouldn’t kiss my sister like this.” A smile fits over me as I pepper her with more tender kisses.

Her hands break free from my grasp, a palm clutching the back of my head, nails grating up my scalp, her hips rocking against my knee. “Enzo…” The whisper of my name has my cock surging to feel her wet and tight around me.

“If I didn’t know you were hurt before,” I say, lifting my eyes to the tortured look of desire on her face. “That you were treated roughly by a man whose hands you didn’t want touching you, I’d have torn off your clothes and fucked you like a savage already.” I clasp her cheek, my heart damn right shredding from the mere thought of what Roman did to her, what others may have done. “But I won’t be another man who hurts you. I’d never fucking do that.”

“Is that why you beat up Roman?” Her eyes glisten with the tears hidden behind them, her voice imprinted with vulnerability she doesn’t always show. I consider it a gift when she feels comfortable to let me see it.

“I didn’t just beat him, Joelle. I killed him. Painfully.”

Her sharp intake of breath, those brows stitching closer, doesn’t stop me from telling her the rest. “I’d kill every last goddamn one who dared to lay a hand on you.”

She gasps from the shock of my confession. “Why do you care so much?” Her words tremble out as she looks at me with so much sadness there. “I don’t deserve any of it.”

“You deserve everything.” I drop my lips to hers, leaving a barely there kiss.

She palms my face, both of us holding each other in more ways than one, both of us broken in our own messed-up way. “I wish we could’ve met before…” She trails off as her eyes blur with tears.

“Stop wasting time trying to find something we’ll never have. This is us, baby. Right here. Right now. And there’s no one I’d want more than you. This version of you.” I kiss the tip of her nose, breathing her in. “Stop building walls when all I’ve ever wanted to do was break them.”

Her chin trembles as I wipe under her eyes. “What do you want, baby? Stop overthinking, just say it. What do you want?”

“You, Enzo. I want you.”

“You have me. You always did.”

I capture her lips, inhaling her, feeling my body fill up with life as she kisses me back. The gasping breaths, the groans, they hungrily tear from our hearts, my tongue spearing into her mouth with a maddening frenzy, her hands clawing up my back, lifting the shirt tucked within my waistband.

I never want this to stop.

My hand sails down her hip, wanting to feel her come on my fingers. I can’t fuck her. Not yet. I want this to be slow. I don’t want her to regret a moment between us.

Reluctantly, I pull back, both of us breathless. I sit up, tugging at the top of her leggings and I start to peel them off. “I know how to be gentle too, Joelle. I’m gonna show you.”

She holds my gaze, arching her hips, letting me slip them all the way down, my depravity zeroing in on the white lace thong covering that sweet pussy. I want more than anything to taste her, to know how she sounds while quivering on my tongue, but that’ll wait too.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, gliding back up her body, my lips returning to hers, moving gently, sucking on her tongue as my index finger pulls her panties to the side, stroking up in between her soaked softness.

“Baby,” I growl. “You need this bad, don’t you?”

“Please. I want to feel what you do to me. What you always do.”

“Fuck.” I suck in a long inhale, circling a fingertip around her clit, adding a second. “I’m gonna protect you, every gorgeous inch of you.” Without my eyes leaving hers, I ease a finger inside her, slow. “No one will dare touch you again. From now on, my hands, they’re the only ones you’ll ever feel.”

“Yes,” she cries, her hands fisting the bedsheets, her back curving as her eyelids flutter. “More. I want you deeper.”

“I’ll always give you what you want.” I thrust both fingers all the way.

She squirms, her heavy pants, those tantalizing moans of pleasure have me ramming harder, hitting her G-spot in a way that has my name spilling from her mouth, her walls clutching me tight.

I crash my lips to hers, never wanting to kiss another woman as long as I live. This is what it should feel like. I had no damn clue before—not until her. Nothing will ever compare to this. If she leaves me.Whenshe leaves me. I’ll never be right again.

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