Page 39 of As Devils Love

That title is starting to piss me off more than I thought it would. And I’m also starting to think that Matteo actually believes I want to be a part of his gang, the more he talks about it. The balls on that guy to tell me I have to find the weaknesses in Lorenzo’s security around his house…

I’m not a dog he can order on a whim. He’s getting too comfortable around me, and it may be time to do something to remind him of our relationship.

It’s this burning fury that makes me hoist Fiametta’s dress up so far that half of her belly is exposed by the time I come back down to earth. And with it, I see, she chose not to wear panties for this meeting.

“Naughty, naughty.” I swallow hard at the sight of her bare cunt. I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing it twice now, but every time feels like the first. My mouth starts to water, and my eyes are locked onto its silky perfection. All I can think about is shoving my cock inside it.

I would too. Right here, right now. I would feel her warm cunt suffocate my dick until I flooded her with my seed. But I can’t. Itwould mean our game has to end, and she would need to meet my knife.

“Wait, stop,” she whispers softly, no doubt watching my eyes flicker with the burning desire to destroy the wet slit between her legs.

“What?” I ask in a foreign-sounding, husky voice.

“Is this where you do it? Where you…?” She’s nervous. If her words aren’t enough to express it, her thumping heart against my forearm sure is.

I don’t answer. She doesn’t need to know I’ve already made up my mind of what’s going to happen here. I want to see where her panicked mind carries her.

Her hands finally move up from her side, and latch onto my forearm. She starts stroking it through the suit.

“What’s this?” This is all unfamiliar territory for me, but whatever Fiametta’s trying to accomplish by stroking my arm isn’t doing what she thinks it is.

“I could be doing this…” She pauses to swallow, though I don’t see why since when she does, she chokes on the dryness in her mouth. “To your cock instead.”

“In what world do you think a hand-job is equal to or greater than the feeling of your wet pussy?” I finish my question by releasing her dress, but I slip my hand under it before it sinks to the floor. My fingers meet her belly first, and I’m torn between moving up to her tits or down to my real prize.

I’ll let her answer guide my decision.

“It isn’t, but it’ll still feel good.” Heat rushes to her cheeks and her otherwise tanned skin turns a few shades darker red.

Pussy it is.

I slide my calloused fingertips down her body. Fiametta shivers at the sensation, but she doesn’t fight against me. Her stroking is, however, replaced by a firm grip on my elbow and wrist, bracing for what’s about to come.

There’s no surprise that Fiametta’s dripping when my hand slots between her legs. Whatever reason she has for declining sex, hasn’t stopped her from enjoying my touch in the past. Why should it be different now? Other than the fact that we’re in her dad’s house.

But although that may be a mood killer for her, it’s stiffening my cock to immeasurable proportions. Defiling the Napoli jewel in Lorenzo’s abode is a wickedly tantalizing thought.

“Fine,” I grumble, and slip two fingers over her mound. What starts as a way for me to wet my fingers, has an unexpected side effect that forces a shiver throughout my entire body.

It’s a short, explosive sensation against my fingertips, that somehow feels like a bolt of electricity coursing through my bloodstream before it settles precariously at the tip of my cock. It gets more pronounced as my fingers linger against her wetness. Each subtle movement drives another bolt to my tip, making me so sensitive that even rubbing against my underpants forces my eyes to roll with pleasure.

What is she doing to you?The voice isn’t screaming anymore. It’s just as stunned as I am.

Maybe I’d have understood this foreign reaction the first time I touched her. Even the second, when she was my plaything in the darkness of her bedroom. But here and now, I should be used to this… right?

“F… fine?” She stares up at me, shocked that I’m willing to go accept her terms, but nibbling her lip as my hand finds its way to her core. I smirk at the sight. Fiametta believes she’s won me over with her pitiful attempt at seduction.

“Get on your knees, Fiametta,” I order and take a step back, removing my arm from her chest, but leaving the other lodged firmly between her thighs.

“What?” Her brow furrows, as if debating whether to protest or obey.

“I’m taking a hole. And if you won’t let me have this one…,” I thrust my middle finger inside her to the knuckle, and she squeaks out a noise trying to keep as quiet as she can so no one outside can hear. “…then your mouth will take its place.”

Chapter Fifteen

FIAMETTA

Every time I think we’re making some sort of headway that isn’t purely sexual, or about him trying to kill me, Crue manages to subvert my expectations. I shouldn’t be this surprised. He made his intentions clear from the start, and I’m the one who’s too blind to accept them as reality.

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