Page 40 of The Devil's Demise

“Yeah, yeah, zip it up down there.” I carry him that way to Dante’s door, knocking with my free hand. My brother opens the door, jerking up his brows.

“Remind me never to ask you to babysit.” He shakes his head. “Hey, Robb . . .” He peers down at him. “Want me to kick his ass?”

“Yes, save me!” Robby giggles.

“Drop my nephew. Now.” He pretends to get serious, rolling his arms against his chest.

“Fine,” I say, dropping Robby to his feet. “But that’s only because my lady is waiting for me.”

Robby rubs his forehead. “I think all the blood is officially in my skull. Thanks.” Dante parts the door, and he runs in.

“All right, you fuckers. Have fun. Daddy’s got business to take care of.”

“I’d say we’ll miss you but . . .” Then Dante shuts the door in my face.

“I know where you live!” I shout through the barrier, then I’m off, rushing back even quicker. When I’m finally opening my door, she’s waiting for me, same heels on, but fuck, she’s in a completely new outfit. My eyes slowly wander down those curves, wrapped under the fiery red dress she has on, and that heavy bulge in my pants physically jerks.

“Lord have mercy on my cock.”

“So you like?” She runs her hands up and down her hips, eyeing me with a seductive glint.

I prance up, running a hand through my hair, blowing a harsh breath, unable to take my eyes off her body. “You sure you wanna eat first?” When I’m in front of her, I curl my palms around her ass, tucking her to my chest, my hard-on pushing into her.

“I am kinda hungry.” Her mouth goes all sultry in the way she smiles, a finger twirling a loose strand of her hair.

“Is that so?” I clutch her hips with both palms, lowering my mouth to hers. My lips hover close to the warm breaths slipping out her lips. “What’s my girl hungry for?”

“For the sushi you made, of course.” Both of her hands climb up my back, her nails biting into the flesh there, causing my muscles to twitch.

I let my lips brush against hers, groaning as she lets go of a small, little moan. “Is that all?”

“What else would I be hungry for?” she breathes.

Growling deep in my throat, I force her body up against the wall with the power of mine. My hand inches around her neck, curling around it, my fingers delving into that soft skin. “For this.” I arch my pelvis into hers, my cock rubbing against her, and her hands ball into tight fists against my lower back.

“Enzo,” she cries.

“Yeah, baby . . .” I roll my hips harder, deeper. “I know exactly what you need.” My lips fall to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin, grinding my pelvis into her at the same time. “I’m gonna strip you of this dress until you’re in nothing but those heels and a pair of panties. Then I’m gonna show you exactly what I’m starving for.”

CHAPTER3

JADE

He lovesit when I play, the piano keys against my fingertips, eyes closed as the melody surrounds me like a warm blanket on a cool night.

His hands buckle around my shoulders from behind and his dominant touch seeps through me, my nipples tightening as I let myself get swept into a trance—both from the music and his hands on me. Feeling him, the music, it’s all too much, yet not enough. He grasps me harder, massaging me as those hands wander down my arms. I drown in it, all these sensations drifting down my body like a ghostly touch.

After we ate, we somehow ended up in the music room, where he asked me to play. Those warm, soulful eyes, hypnotizing me as he kissed me slow, my back against the piano. When he turned my body around, he forced me down on the bench while I grew achy and needy from the way he demanded with a simple touch that I do what he wanted.

His hands glide down my arms, gradually moving toward my breasts, his thumbs licking past my nipples through the dress—beaded and hard for his mouth. Needing him badly, I push my core into the bench, dying to ease the throbbing in my clit.

“Enzo ... please,” I murmur, my fingers slowing as he pinches my nipples.

“Keep playing.” The demand caged in his tone is a beat of lustful pleasure calling to my body, searing into my skin.

I don’t stop. I make the music bleed from my very soul even as his hands move down onto my lap. He yanks the dress up as I sit up a little, giving him room. A moan climbs out of me, anticipation drawing me in, desperate for him to touch me.

The silky touch of his fingers brushes against my inner thighs.

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