Page 92 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That big guy over there will beat your ass for touching me,” I yelled over my shoulder to the person, not forgetting Marco’s ‘rule’.

They didn’t listen, pressing their hips into me with an unrelenting firmness. I felt them lean in toward my ear. “I’d like to see him try.”

My heart stuttered and it took me a second to realize who the voice belonged to. Part of me wanted to revoke his touch, shove him away and promise him he would never touch me again just to prove to him I wasn’t an option.

But another, more potent part of me knew I was fighting a losing battle. That I wasn’t strong enough to resist the overpowering attraction that clouded my mind and tossed away all rational thought. To resisthim.

So I didn’t.

Heat burned through my veins as the length of Marco’s body claimed me, engulfed me. I began moving again, lifting a hand to wind around his neck and through his hair. One of his hands strayed from my waist in response, coming up to rest just under the edge of my bra. I threaded my fingers through it, moving it leisurely down my flat stomach, so low it almost pressed against my sweet spot. He hissed in my ear, and I could feel his hardnessdigging into my back. I let his hand and hips trap me against him for a split second more before moving it back to my waist.

“You’re so fucking hot right now.” His voice grated low in my stomach.

I looked down at his other hand as it began easing its way between the cut-outs of my dress, tracing my bare skin. Once again, his touch didn’t evoke the flinch I was expecting.

It was only then that I noticed the fresh wounds crisscrossing his palm.

“What happened to your hand?” I asked, turning so I could just see him over my shoulder.

He turned his head into my hair as if he were smelling me, “I got mad.”

“Does it hurt?” I asked, finally meeting his blackened eyes when he looked up.

He shook his head in answer, but unconvinced, I lifted his hand and brought it to my face so I could inspect the injuries.

His breath was at my ear once again. “Do you want to make it feel better?” His voice was husky and,my god,the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

A haze of lust washed through me. Curiosity and alcohol were making me forget why I was fighting my feelings for him in the first place.

He lifted his hand, bringing it to the side of my face and stroked my cheek gently. The second his index finger skimmed my bottom lip I knew what he was asking.

His finger slipped between my lips as his grip on my hip tightened and I felt rather than heard his groan. I swirled my tongue around his finger before sucking, pushing my ass into him at the same time.

“Fuck. Ada.” He gritted out.

He quickly pulled his hand free and encircled my wrist, pulling me through the crowd of people dancing and to a sidedoor hidden amongst the shadows. To my surprise it led to a vacant office at the back of the building.

He closed the door behind us with an audible bang and my nerves kicked in instantaneously. I felt him come up behind me. A wave of heat rolling off of him like he was his very own kind of sun.

“Marco,” I started, turning around to look at him.

“Shh,” he soothed, placing a hand on my cheek in a display of gentleness that left me breathless. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded without hesitation, realizing that despite everything, I didtrust him.

It was the inevitable afterwards that I didn’t trust…

Before I could protest, his lips sealed around mine in a kiss that stole my breath and erased any semblance of rationality I had left.

It consumed me.

I met his kiss with equal ferocity, forgoing my reservations and ignoring the voice in my head that screamed this would only hurt me more down the line.

Taking his bottom lip between my own, I sucked it like it was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. He groaned into my mouth, and I sighed as his tongue pushed between my lips, teasing and swirling against my own. Struggling to catch my breath, I pulled away a fraction, and his kisses descended to my neck without hesitation. His teeth nipping at my skin before sucking the pain away.

My fingers involuntarily threaded through his hair, again coming to rest on the back of his neck as his lips trailed just above the neckline of my dress. His hand drifted across my waist, coming to grip my ass consumingly.Possessively. It sent hot tingles up my spine and my insides melting.

One of his hands snaked up to my back, unzipping my dress and pulling at the material until it fell like a puddle of water around my feet.

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