Page 88 of Devil Mine

“And where is that?” I ask flippantly.

He licks his lips, drawing my attention down to his mouth.

“Tied up in my bed.”

My pussy clenches at the warning in his words. He’s fifty percent playful but a hundred percent serious.

He reaches for the bottle on the side table and uncaps it. I watch, frozen, as he looks down at his stomach and pours a line of the clear liquor into his navel. I can barely swallow around the large mass in my throat.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, the challenge clear in his tone. “Get on your knees.”

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Chapter Thirty-Four

Thiago

Tess’s legs fold like my words were a hand on her neck forcing her to the ground. Her hands flutter hesitatingly, hovering over my chest and thigh before she ultimately decides she’s safer setting them down on either side of her legs. She gathers her hair in one hand and places it over her left shoulder, then slowly bends towards my navel.

I stop her before she gets anywhere near me.

“Other shoulder,” I grunt.

Startled by my gruff tone, she looks up. I repeat the same roughly ordered command, emphasizing it with a lift of my chin. “Put your hair over your other shoulder.”

With it gathered on the left side, it obscures her face when she leans forward, hiding her from me. My jaw is set, the muscles in my cheek twitching. I need to see her face, need to see her every microexpression when she puts her mouth on me.

Fuck, that reminds me of how she’d sucked my cock in the back of my Rolls. Eyes wide, tears slipping from the corners. Cheeks flushed, mascara running.

Beautiful.

I growl approvingly when she does as I ask and moves her hair over to her right shoulder. She flicks one last glance up at me before her lips close around my navel.

Her warm mouth on my skin shocks me. I suck in a sharp breath of surprise. Her eyes widen when the alcohol hits her tongue. My gasped inhale is followed by a hissed exhale when she darts her tongue into my navel and swirls it around, gathering the remaining liquid.

I hadn’t expected to be this sensitive.

My hand weaves into her hair, fingers wrapping possessively around the thick strands and staying there. It’s an act of dominance and one of encouragement at the same time.

Her hands come up to grip my thigh and rest on my chest. My head falls back as I groan. The pleasure is painful, verging on being agonizing. Her hand is so close to my thick cock that I have no doubt she can feel it throbbing violently against my thigh. My entire body shakes with need.

“Joder,” I groan.

This was a dangerous game to play.

Tess sucks the last of the liquid into her mouth and sits back into her hips. My hand falls from her hair and comes to rest lazily on the small of her back. But she’s not done, diving back in to lick the skin around my navel when she sees the excess wetness still remaining there.

When she sits back up and finally looks at me, her pupils are blown wide, the blue of her eyes snuffed out by smoky, lustful black.

The fierce expression on my face must have reality slamming back into her because her gaze shutters and she looks away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

“I was wrong. It tastes better in a glass.”

She wipes the back of her hand against her lips and starts to stand.

“Not so fast,” I command.

Then I grab her waist and pull her down onto the floor, rolling myself so that I’m on top of her, positioned between her now spread legs. It happens so quickly that I’m met with a pair of surprised, blinking eyes.

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