Page 76 of The Devil's Secret

“Yes.” I nod, swallowing the emotions overflowing through me, tears aching with every beat of my heart. Fear and love, they battle for space, for air. What will he think of her? Will he want her?

Then I tell him. I give her to him. The girl. The woman.

“I’m Jade Macintyre.”

With hooded eyes, his lips lift softly. “Jade,” he whispers as he kisses the corner of my mouth.

“I love you, Jade.”

He thrusts all the way inside, and with the tears rolling down my cheeks, he gives me something no man has ever given me—he gives me acceptance.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

JOELLE

As I inspectmyself before the full-length mirror the following day, readying for the barbeque at Dom and Chiara’s, I keep worrying about the questions that may come up. How could I answer them? No one knows who Robby’s sperm donor is, not even Enzo.

I can’t even stomach the word father because that’s not who he is. He’s nothing to us. I don’t know why I’m so hesitant to tell them all the truth. Maybe because it’s Chiara and Raquel’s family? What if they side with him? What if they think bad of me? I shake those thoughts away. Chiara would never do that.

“You ready, babe?” Enzo strolls out of the bathroom, hair slicked back, short-sleeved baby-blue T-shirt wrapping around his solid chest, his ass tight in a pair of denim. He said he wanted to match my eyes. Yeah, he’s corny as hell, and all mine.

“I think so.” I turn from one side to another, wondering if high-heeled sandals and a black pencil dress is proper barbeque attire at a mansion. But I don’t care. I never had a life before, and I’m liking getting dressed up.

“What’s there to think about?” His arms curl around me from behind, resting over my stomach, his chin propped on top of my head. “You look so damn good, I’m about to keep you all to myself.”

“Really?” I narrow my eyes at him through the mirror, his lips curving flirtatiously, as do mine. “And what would you do with me?”

“You really wanna know what I’d do to this gorgeous body right now?”

I nod, arching a brow in challenge.

His lips gradually slip down to my neck. “I’d bend you over this mirror and make you watch as you take my cock.”

Oh God.

The dirty words send a jolt right to my core, my inner thighs tightening as heat pools between them. “Is that a promise?” My voice turns whispery, filling with want, my hand slipping in between us, finding him hard. I tighten a fist around the stiff head of his cock, my eyes connected to his as his chest rises with heavy beats.

He fists my hair, yanking me back hard as a deep-chested growl splinters out of him. “Yeah, it’s a fucking promise. And I’m about to show you how well I keep them.”

With the same hand, he pushes my head down, my body bent over, my palms splayed against the cold glass.

My panting is frantic as his fingertips crawl down my back and over my ass, taking their time reaching the hem of my dress. When he does; when his touch rolls up inside both of my thighs, I moan, my hands slipping.

“Don’t move.” He swats my ass hard, his gaze glued to mine through the mirror, and my core clenches, my teeth sinking to the corner of my lower lip with a cry.

Watching him do this to me, it’s sending my body into a frenzy, a complete needy mess. I fight to keep myself upright as he slowly lifts my dress, drifting it up past my ass. Two fingers wander in between my cheeks as he pushes one into the puckered flesh, my breathing rapid as I anticipate what he’ll do next.

“Good girl. Stay still while I play with that greedy, little pussy.”

“Shit,” I hiss, my core soaking my panties.

His hands find me damp, aching lust spreading over my entire body. His fingers curl over the thin strap of my thong, pulling it down, exposing me. Those palms massage the back of my thighs as he brings my panties all the way lowered, until they’re around my ankles.

I step out of them, just as his palm moves up the back of my right thigh, so slowly, so seductively, my release builds, the wetness drenching.

“Touch me,” I beg, my voice a mess of emotions. “Please.” It’s the first time he has since I told him my name. He never questioned it. Never asked more. He just accepted that it was me.

“Mmm, where? Tell me where you want it, baby.”

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