Page 77 of The Devil's Secret

“I need you inside me. Please, Enzo, fuck me.”

“I love hearing you say my name when you’re so eager to have this hole filled with my cock.” The next sensation that envelops me is him, two fingers driving deep, the pain and pleasure morphing into something new, something so damn good, I scream as he works me like he’s trying to climb inside.

“Harder. Yes! Don’t stop,” I plead, his other hand reaching for my throat, gripping me in a chokehold as he jerks my head back, my body bending to his expert touch.

“Mmm. You’re dripping,” he groans with a husky beat, the sound pulsating around the curve of my ear. He drags his fingers out of me, while I pant from the loss. “But I need you dripping down my cock.”

I try to right myself but his palm lands heavy against the small of my back, bending me over even more. “Did I tell you to move, baby? Keep that pussy spread open for me. I like looking at it, especially when my cock is stretching it out.”

“Hurry!” I squirm, needing him to make me come.

His hand whips out, landing hard over my ass. “You making demands now? Because if so, I’m gonna make you wait it out until we get home.” There’s a teasing edge trapped in those words and the thought of having to wait has my core clenching on instinct.

“I’ll die.” I sigh with maddening desperation, pivoting my head toward him, finding a cocky smirk settling over his lips, his hands on the zipper of his jeans, the sound as he drags it down causing my pussy to throb.

The crown of his thick length nudges at my entrance. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m gonna make sure that doesn’t happen.” With one single thrust, he’s buried inside me, the sensation of his jeans rubbing against my skin, feeling so full of him, it all causes my body to shudder.

His fingers spread into my hair, twisting as they roughly pull, his heavy grunts spurring me on, the need climbing.

He reaches around to play with my clit, brushing over it with merciless strokes. I can see myself in the mirror, see him staring at me, his nostrils flaring, my cries of pleasure rising as he pounds into me so roughly, I scream. His face contorts with desire the more he pins me with a gaze.

“Enzo! Yes!” I’m almost there, falling into the intensity we create together.

“Jade,” he growls. The rough call of my name has my toes curling, body firing off like fireworks with the tumultuous waves of my orgasm.

“Fuuuck!” His hot release shoots inside me, his groan rough, making me cry out louder for every bit of him.

His hips ram powerfully until he spills every drop. Once he’s through, his exhales are as ragged as mine.

He wraps my hair around his wrist and yanks me upright, drawing his lips to my ear. “I’m never getting sick of fucking you.”

“Please,” I sass. “Like you have much of a choice.”

“Brat.” He chuckles, spanking my ass before he’s stuffing himself back inside, zippering up.

“You can punish me later.” I wink, putting my panties back on, then straightening out my dress before running to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

When I come out, a delicious, crooked grin greets me. “Don’t look at me like that.” I narrow a playful stare, grabbing his hand. “Let’s get out of here before we’re late.”

“I like being late,” he drawls in a deep, sexy way as we exit.

“I bet you do.”

* * *

We arrived at Dom’s a little while ago, enjoying steak, burgers, and veggies their caterer had been busy grilling up.

As we ate, Chiara had shared the news of her pregnancy. I was filled with complete happiness for them, yet a bit of melancholy made its way in too. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t there, but I did my best not to show it.

After dinner, the ladies and I went over toward the pool, each taking up space on one of the loungers beside each other. As we spoke, as I broke down and told them how happy I was that my son looks nothing like his father, Raquel asked who that was.

At first, I was going to lie, but then I realized they really are on my side. I had no reason to keep it a secret anymore. So, I gave them a piece of my history from the time I was taken, from the moment I became the property of the Bianchis.

They all appear visibly shaken at the news I had just shared, especially Chiara. Her face is stricken with grief as she glances at me, having just returned from throwing up. When she heard who Robby’s father was, she didn’t take the news well, and neither did Enzo.

“I’m sorry,” Chiara says, her eyes briefly closing before she continues. “I’m sorry for all of it. If he were here, I’d kill him.”

I know she means Agnelo.

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