Page 34 of Devil Mine

“I don’t even need to touch you. I can smell your arousal from here. But because I know you love data and likely need empirical proof…” With almost relieving finality, his fingers part my folds and slide into the valley of my pussy. My soaking wet pussy. “...Is this enough for you?”

It’s almost cruel how he barely touches me. He just glances over my clit and entrance and then immediately pulls out of my panties.

Thiago’s smile is arrogantly victorious as he shows me his middle and fourth fingers, both of them glistening and covered in the slickness of my arousal. I whimper, defeated.

But he’s no gracious victor.

He squeezes my jaw until my lips part and shoves both fingers into my mouth.

“Taste how much you want me,” he commands.

My eyes widen in outraged surprise but I have no time to process it. His other hand takes the place of the first and pushes back into my panties. He slips between my folds to my entrance and shoves a finger inside me.

“Omf–” My exclamation is muffled around the fingers he’s thrusting down my throat.

Thiago pulls out of my pussy and sucks that finger into his own mouth. I watch as his eyes roll back into his head, pleasure contorting his features. He pushes the finger in and out of his mouth in tandem with the ones still in mine. There’s something so unbelievably obscene about both of us licking my juices together and I’m glad he’s no longer in my pussy so he can’t feel how I just clenched at the sight.

“You taste so good, your juices are all over my hand,” he says, moving to lick his palm and wrist like a rabid animal. He’s right though, my arousal soaks his hand. “Are you ready to admit it yet?”

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth to let me answer. “That means nothing,” I stammer. “It’s my body’s uncontrollable reaction.”

Something dangerous sparks in Thiago’s eyes. He yanks my hair again, sending a jolt of delicious pain running up my neck.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone how desperate you are to fuck your criminal of a fiancé.”

I gasp when he pushes a finger back inside me, thrusting it in to the hilt. His hold on my hair keeps me from toppling into him but I’m helpless to keep my eyelids from fluttering shut. I can’t take his hot-blooded stare on my face any longer, it’s too intimate.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he presses a second finger next to the first and shoves inside me. I hiss at the tight fit. My pussy is stretched tautly around his digits and they’re only about halfway in.

His mouth comes down to my ear, making me shudder. “Are you a virgin?” he growls.

“No,” I say smugly, happy to show him I’m not just his possession.

He bites the line of my jaw, his teeth coming viciously down on my skin. Pain explodes along the side of my face before he licks it away.

“How many?” he drawls. “How many men am I going to have to fuck out of your tight cunt?”

I’ve always hated overly possessive, controlling men, so logically, I should hate everything about the brutish, caveman way he’s demanding answers.

Logically.

Instead, his crude, primal words heat my blood until I feel like I’m about to combust. How is he doing this, how is he rewiring everything I thought I knew about myself?

“I’m spoiled goods, already used up,” I answer haltingly. “Get yourself a virgin bride, you don’t want me.”

Poison settles in my stomach at my own challenge. It straight up boils when I think about Adriana and how I’m already just a replacement for his real love.

“It’s not about starting, it’s about finishing,” he purrs, unfazed. “And I’m going to be the last man to ever fuck this sweet pussy.”

He thrusts in and out of me, loosening me, making me lose my ever loving mind.

“A hundred,” I gasp. “A hundred men.”

“Really?” He pauses, then shoves his thick fingers inside me to the hilt. I cry out at the roughness of his intrusion, at the stretch, at the impossible feeling of his fingers so deep inside me. “And you’re still this tight?”

His words are teasing, revealing he doesn’t believe me for a second. He’s toying with me again, except this time it’s in a game where he’s a grand master and I’m just a beginner.

“I don’t care who you’ve fucked,amor. I doubt any of them meant anything to you, and if they did, you’ll forget about them the moment my cock sinks into this tight pussy and claims it as his home.” His thrusts turn rougher, punishing, as he inches his face towards mine until a hair’s breadth separates our lips. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me and instead of turning away, lust makes me tip my chin upwards. “But from this day onwards your pussy ismineand mine alone. If I see you flirting with someone else, if I see you dancing with, smiling at, or entertaining another man in any way.” He pauses, his mouth stretching into a cold, terrifying smile. “You’ll find out just how the devil came by his reputation.”

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