Page 68 of Devil Mine

Animalistic eyes find mine and rob me of my breath with one devastatingly searing look. His gaze drives through me with the destructiveness of a shrapnel explosion, sending fragments shattering and piercing through all my vital organs.

He comes towards me, his body growing in size until I feel like he eats up the entire space, and then his lip curls back and his teeth bare and he utters one word.

A promise, a threat.

A physical brand.

“Wife.”

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PART tHREE

Owned

Chapter Twenty-SEVEN

Thiago

“Wife.”

The word rolls off my tongue with ease andfuck, does it make the possessive devil inside me roar in satisfaction to finally be able to say it.

Tess flinches. “What are you—“

I reach across the distance separating us and wrap a hand around her nape. The words die instantly on her tongue as an indecent smirk tugs at my lips. My eyes meet hers, my pupils dilating with erotic intent.

“Time to kiss the bride,” I rasp darkly.

She hisses in a sharp breath.

Good.

She’s going to need it.

I drag her across the seat and crash my mouth down on hers. She whimpers, hands coming defensively up to my chest, but I crush her against me. My tongue shoves roughly past her lips in search of hers.

The taste of her again after having shared only one kiss, after all those weeks, is a heady nightmare. I fist her hair to keep her from moving away but it also has the unintended effect of making her intoxicating scent waft off her locks and up to my nose, electrifying me.

This kiss is an attack more than it is a seduction, a planned revenge for running away from me more than a happy reunion. I bite her lip until it bleeds and swallow her answering gasp into my mouth.

I’m hard as fucking stone just off one kiss.

She’s so reactive, her hands no longer pushing me but holding tightly onto my shirt instead. And when her tongue comes tentatively out of her mouth to meet mine, I groan loudly. Even through the spice of my cinnamon candy, I can taste her. Potent and fresh, like the first sip of Coca-Cola after a hot summer day. I pull her lower lip between mine, soothing the tenderized skin. When she moans softly, I rip my mouth away.

Wide, unfocused eyes meet mine, blinking rapidly as they fight through the haze of arousal. I thumb her lower lip, tugging it slowly down before releasing it.

“My wife has a hot little mouth,” I rumble. “Shall we see what else it can do?”

She jerks away, twisting her head out of my hold. “No!”

My eyes harden. “Wrong answer.”

Grabbing her by the nape once more, I force her down across my lap. One second she’s half-sitting, half-kneeling beside me, the next her face is pushed into the seat, her ass perfectly perched over my thighs.

Bunching the fabric of her dress in my fist, I shove it up over her hips, revealing the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, wrapped like a present in a pretty pink thong.

When I caught her, I was disappointed to find her wearing blue. I wondered where the pink went, if it was only a phase and one I was forced to miss. Turns out it was waiting for me in my favorite place.

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