Page 33 of Devil Mine

“Look at you,amor. I’m barely touching you.” His fingers ghost down to my lower back and tease the skin at the hem of my jeans. “And you’re a trembling, whimpering mess.”

I realize that I am shaking. That I’m clinging to him like I’m drowning and he’s my life raft. That my eyes are closed and my lips are parted.

“It’s the shock,” I deny.

I hate how breathy my voice sounds.

“Is it the shock that’s making your pussy wet?”

“It’s not!” I cry out, embarrassed. “I’mnot.”

How could he possibly know that?

I push him this time, but he refuses to budge or let me go. Instead, he presses me against his body until Ifeelhim against my stomach.

My eyes fly open to find him staring down at me with a dark, erotic look on his face. I realize he’s studying every single expression flitting across my features with unflinching intensity. He likes the way my mouth parts when I feel his cock against me, I can see it in his hooded gaze.

“You are. I can feel it in the way you’re panting. Those hot breaths hit the side of my face every time I touch you. You’re aching for me. You’re archingintome, desperate to get your pussy anywhere near my cock.” His voice is ragged with his arousal. He pulls my hair and yanks my head back, keeping me under his control like it’s a leash. “Underneath all that dainty pink, those professional suits, and that socially acceptable behavior, I think you’re hiding a secret.” I gasp and a smug smirk pulls at his lips. “Do you even know it? Are you even conscious of the dark urges you have, of the fantasies that you suffocate inside you because you think good girls like you shouldn’t have them?” His voice is liquid lust, intoxicating and persuasive as he rasps low, “I want them all. They belong to me. Give them to me and I’ll do every single one of them to you. Tell me all the dark, deviant fantasies you dream of and I’ll teach you how to be a good girl and a whore for me, just like you want.”

My pussy clenches painfully in response. “You’re a lunatic and you’re wrong.”

“Am I?” That deranged look is back in his eye again and I swallow thickly in anticipation. Excitement sizzles treacherously in my veins, impossible to extinguish no matter how hard I try. “Prove it.”

All of a sudden, Thiago’s hands are on the button of my jeans, flicking it open, and I’m panicked at the thought that he’s going to find out the truth.

So I pummel my fists on his chest and shove him away with all my might. Desperation gives me strength that I don’t have, but I’m still no match for him. He grabs my hands like they’re nothing more than a slight annoyance and pins them behind my back. I feel something come around them and then they’re shoved tightly together against my will.

I try separating them, but they won’t move. Plastic digs into my wrists and I realize he used a zip tie to bind them behind my back.

“Does fighting turn you on, is that the first of your fantasies?” Thiago wonders aloud, chuckling darkly. The zipper of my pants comes down and I feel air touch the skin above the line of my panties. I can’t do anything to stop him but arousal douses any alarm I’m feeling and somehow he knows it. “Do you prefer being tied up like this so I can discover your lies for myself? So you can pretend you don’t want it when you’re actually desperate for it?”

“What are you doing?” I cry anyway. “You said you’d only touch me if I was willing!”

“Your body is willing,amor. More than willing,begging, to be touched. It’s my husbandly duty to give you what it wants.” His eyes drop to look at the triangle of fabric now visible through the opening of my zipper. When he sees the pink of my panties, his eyes turn black with lust. The gold is completely gone, replaced by a black hole that sucks all the light in the vicinity into its depths. “Now be quiet, I need to savor this. I only get to see my fiancée’s pussy for the first time once.”

All pretense of civility between us is gone. He skims his fingers reverently along the top of my panties, leaving a scorching trail of fire wherever he touches me.

“I don’t know what it is about you that has me so enthralled,” he murmurs, gaze almost hypnotized. His eyes are pinned unwaveringly where his fingers brush against the top of my panties.

Thiago slips a finger right below the band of my panties and stays there, his presence almost like a threat. Then he runs it the entire length of the hemline, sneaking in his remaining fingers.

I shudder at his words and touch, my skin heated. But I shake my head and struggle, more afraid of how I’ll react if he touches me there than of what he’ll find.

“Please, no,” I beg.

“What are you hiding from me,amor?”

“Nothing.Nothing! You’re assaulting me,” I say, hoping that’ll scare him away. But I should know better than to try to appeal to the devil’s good side.

It doesn’t exist.

He smiles and looks at me, face still streaked with a dead man’s blood. “I’m getting the truth.”

I turn my head aside as he shoves his hand down into my panties. This is going to be so much more humiliating if I have to look him in the eye when he discovers what a liar I am and I refuse to do it.

He doesn’t give me a choice.

He grips my face and forces me to look at him.

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