Page 110 of The Devil Can Be Kind

When he didn’t answer I sighed and turned to face him. His suit jacket and bow tie were now notably absent, his white shirt partially open at the top while his hands remained hidden in his pockets.

“No,” he said the moment my eyes flashed to his.

With one little word, the spark of hope Eliyana had lit earlier turned into a flame in my chest. A tingle ran down my spine.

“I spoke with your mother.”

He looked unsurprised by my words and waited for me to continue.

“She told me that you care about me. Is she right?”

His face remained pensive, and I thought he wouldn’t answer…but then he nodded his head slightly.

My heart thundered in my ears and my breathing shallowed.

He cares.

I gave my head a gentle shake, trying to process it all. He had called mehisnumerous times since he took me hostage, but Ialways assumed he’d meant it in a sexual or perhaps proprietary way…not in a way that coexisted withcaring.

It suddenly felt like my whole body was on fire.

Marco crossed the tiled floor to me, slowly coming to a stop and cupping my face between his hands.

“Did you really fight with your family over me?” I asked, looking up into his eyes. The ice within them slowly melting away.

“Yes,” he said quietly, bringing his head down to place a kiss in the crook of my neck. I sighed in contentment.

As light as a feather, I felt his hands trail up my sides, bunching my night dress up and slowly pulling it off in one swift motion. He allowed it to drop to the floor between us.

Once again, I found myself completely naked before him, while he remained fully dressed.

With deliberate slowness, he palmed one of my breasts before bringing it into his mouth, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin. I groaned and arched myself toward him. His other hand trailed down my stomach, reaching to cup the sensitive skin between my thighs.

I let out a breathy “ahh” as his finger found its way inside me, making me ache for him even more. I unbuttoned the material of his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against me.

He relinquished his touch on me to momentarily discard it, before pulling me back to him, crushing my lips to his in a bruising kiss that left me breathless. His tongue pushed between my lips at the same time he thumbed my nipple, and I moaned into his mouth. Marco’s responding growl was enough to elicit an ache deep in my stomach.

His hands skimmed the backs of my thighs for a moment before lifting me onto the dresser. The wood was cool against my flushed skin, and I yelped in surprise.

Before I had time to recover though, Marco was sucking on the inside of my thigh. He ran his tongue, teeth and lips dangerously close to my sensitive spot, and my hips rolled involuntarily, desperate for his touch. His shoulders shrugged beneath my legs as he lifted his eyes to mine, his expression was as dark as his soul.

It was so salacious I blushed.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Marco gritted out.

My insides melted as his breath fanned against methere.

“You know I am,” I said, hips rolling once again.

“Say it,” He demanded. His hands gripped my skin as if he was struggling to restrain himself while he waited for my answer.

“I’m yours.” I sighed, leaning backwards onto my hands.

“Who fucks you?” He pressed, his eyes lethal.

“You fuck me.” Desperation colored my voice and my body trembled with a need only he could sate.

He seemed satisfied with my answer, pressing his face between my legs and his tongue lapped from my entrance to my clit. I moaned so loudly it should have made me blush with embarrassment.

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