Page 50 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“Guess it’s easy to be brave when you have nothing to lose.” I glared. “It also doesn’t help when your captor’s a total piece of shit.”

Probably shouldn’t have said that.

Within a second, I was cornered against the car door.

It was then that I felt his other hand.

I expected to flinch like I had earlier with Brandon, like I always did when a man touched my skin…but it never came. The warmth of Marco’s hand felt nothing like the one that frequented my nightmares.

My breathing faltered as I became keenly aware of Marco’s touch, feeling him trace along the outside of my thigh, skimming upward along my hip. His hand slowly reaching my waist, then grazed against the side of my ribs. I fought a shiver as it rolled down my spine. His eyes traced his touch, following the path upward across my dress until I felt his warmth settle over my breasts.

Heat instantly pooled between my legs and my breathing hitched in response.

“You mightthinkyou are in control, Ada, but you are not.” His words brushed against my neck. “I can do whatever I want with you…or to you.”

His words washed over me like a bucket of ice.

“What’s your point? That you can touch me and no one else can?” I spat.

I’ll show him who’s in control.

I called his bluff and grabbed his wrist, leading his hand back down my body and under my mini skirt. When his hand rested on the outside of my lace panties, I stilled. His eyes darkened with lust and his head sprung up to look at me, arousal and confusion clouding his features as his eyes swam in and out of focus.

“What about here?” My voice came out breathier than I intended it, but I was getting to him and couldn’t stop now.

With my other hand, I caressed his face like I had earlier, and he leaned in, closing the distance between us.

I waited until the last second before turning my head away, brushing my lips to his ear.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it… DO. NOT. DO. IT.

“You’re not the first, Marco. Many men already have. You wouldn’t be anything special.” I let disgust drip into my voice, and he growled, roughly moving every inch of his hard body against me. Trapping me against the side of the car.

His hand roughly fisted the material of my panties while his other hand simultaneously wound around my neck. The muscle in his jaw twitched uncontrollably.

“You’ll see howspecialI am when my dick is so deep inside you, you can’t fucking breathe.”

My mouth slackened in total and complete shock. His brutal words sinking beneath my skin, causing my stomach to flood and pool with something that felt entirely too much like arousal.

He grinned devilishly at the sight of desire clouding my features, very much enjoying the show.

I was both irked and relieved when a booming voice rang out against the silence of the garage. “What’s going on here, then?” Jesse’s voice echoed across the cement, but I could detect his usual lilt of humor.

Marco released me and shoved himself away two seconds later than I expected, turning toward the other man as Jesse crossed the lot. They both exchanged a few sentences again that I didn’t understand, deliberately omitting me from the conversation judging by the glances they both occasionally threw in my direction. Marco ran a hand through his hair, muttering another sentence in Italian before storming back in the direction of the elevators without so much as a backwards glance in my direction.

Part of me breathed a sigh of relief when his form disappeared. The only problem was that a larger part of me was frustrated he’d walked away before we could see where our little game was taking us.

“What was all that about?” I asked, turning to Jesse incredulously. Not sure what the two had talked about and what had subsequently caused Marco to storm off back into the club.

“I was about to ask you the same question,” he responded, eyeballing me and opening the passenger side door. “Now get your ass in before you give the CCTV guy another heart attack.”

I immediately glanced around to check for cameras and flushed bright red when I spotted several. I threw myself into the SUV and leaned my head against the cool leather.

What the hell are you playing at?I didn’t even know.The whole world’s gone bat shit crazy.

MARCO

I had to stop attacking the clientele—it was becoming bad for business.

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