Page 56 of Devil Mine

“Stop!” Tess cries, red exploding across her cheeks.

“‘Touching myself’ is putting it mildly. I was almost violent with my clit, with giving myself pleasure,” I continue, ignoring her plea. “But it wasn’t really me. My hand was just a physical manifestation of what Thiago was doing to me in my dream. Naked. Sweaty. Dominant. His massive body crushing mine as he took what he wanted.”

“I’m not listening to this,” she exclaims, but she doesn’t make a move to end the call.

“He was so rough, his huge cock punishing me, his hands greedy and demanding, his words vulgar and indecent. He pressed his mouth hotly against my ear, praising me for being his good little whore as he thrust inside me. And I loved every second of it. I came so hard on my fingers, that’s what woke me. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about it?” I pause when I finish reading, then close the book, caressing the cover almost reverently. “Sounds like you don’t hate me at all,” I say smugly. “You can’t hide from your own words,amor. You’ve got dark wants and desires, just like I thought. I think you’re hiding from them more than you are me. And you were right,” I chant, my voice thickening with lust. “I do have a big cock. I’d show you now, but he’s really only available for in-person introductions.”

“Shut up,” she says, burying her head in her hands and refusing to look at me.

I hiss in a breath and slam forwards until I’m inches from the phone. There’s a very large, very familiar diamond on her fourth finger.

“You’re still wearing my ring.”

I’m usually better at hiding the emotion in my voice, but even I can hear how shocked I sound.

Her face snaps out of her hands and she pulls them quickly offscreen, as if I could unsee what I just saw.

She bites her plump lower lip and looks away, her cheeks still pink and her chest heaving like she just ran a marathon.

“You’re horny for my dick and you haven’t taken off the proof that you’re mine,” I growl, voice so low it’s barely audible. “Come to me tonight and I’ll make those dreams a reality.”

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Chapter Twenty

Tess

“I-I can’t. I’m taking a dancing class.”

I’m aware it’s the most ridiculous thing I could have answered, but I’m frazzled beyond reason right now.

Embarrassment crawls up my torturously heated skin, my body still in riotous uproar at his deep, gravelly voice reading out my dream back to me.

He made me literally run out of Barcelona without looking back and I left half of my things behind. I realized my notebook was among them, but I never thought he’d find my apartment.

The acutely aroused look on his face as he read those words made it so much worse. He wasn’t making fun of me, no, his tongue caressed every word with intent, like he was promising he’d do everything I dreamed of.

“I’ll take you dancing.”

My heart lurches in response, a much more dangerous reaction than lust simply pooling between my legs.

“How will you find the time in your busy schedule of violence?”

“If we plan ahead, I’m sure I can easily slot it in between two murders without any disruption to my calendar,” he quips back drolly.

I roll my eyes, fighting the unwanted smile that tugs at my lips. He brings the scarf back up to his nose and inhales once more. There’s something effortlessly attractive about how turned on he is by my scent.

“If you’re too lazy to catch me, I’m not going to make it easy for you and simply give up.”

I’m not sure why I’m goading him.

“Ask me where I am,amor.”

He settles back into his chair, giving me a look at his entire torso once more. His shoulders are impossibly broad, his chest strong and defined leading into a tapered waist with rock hard abs. He’s so much more intimidating with his clothes off than on, every single inch of his body covered in tattoos.

It’s not at all my style. Prior to meeting him I would have said that I disliked tattoos, that my type was someone more clean cut and classic. But he’s a work of art, all rough edges and violence and menace. I want to run my hands from his shoulders down his chest and to that trail of hair leading to the happy land.

I’m completely losing a hold of myself, easily distracted by his body like some horny teenager. At this point, I’m one more accidental eye-fucking away from slapping some sense into myself.

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