Page 70 of The Devil's Torment

“Victory.”

Two shallow lines appear between her eyebrows, and she tilts her head a few inches to the left. “Victory?”

“Yeah. One, because I feel like I won something when my father decided we were to marry, even if neither of us were keen in the first place.”

“Understating my initial thoughts by about a thousand.” She smiles, and my heart flip flops around in my chest.

“And two, Victoria in Latin means Victory. It seems fitting.”

She touches the diamond. “It’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received, and not because it’s a diamond and it probably cost the GDP of a small country, but because of everything you just said.”

I take her hands and bring them to my lips, then walk her backward until her spine bumps into the nearest poker table. “I want to fuck you while you’re wearing only the diamond and those sexy as sin heels. Right here. Right now.”

“I-I-… We can’t.”

I frown. “Why not? No one will come in if that’s what you’re worried about.” Not if they want to see tomorrow. I left strict instructions with security that we were to be left alone and only interrupted if the building is on fire.

She bites her bottom lip. “I got my period this morning.”

Ah. “Are you in pain?”

“No. A little discomfort, but nothing bad.”

“Then, what’s the issue?”

She looks at me as though I’ve sprouted horns. “We can’t have sex while I’m wearing a tampon.”

“True. But we can take it out.”

Her eyes flare wide. “You want to… while I’m… bleeding?”

I laugh. “Half-pint, nothing would stop me fucking you other than if you said no. A little blood doesn’t bother me.” I angle my head. “Does it bother you?”

Two lines pop between her eyebrows. “I haven’t thought about it.”

“Good. When it comes to sex, thinking is overrated.”

I reach around the back of her dress and tug down the zipper. It slips off her easily, gathering around her feet. I take off her bra and hook my thumbs into her lace knickers before sliding them down her legs. The smell of her hits me, and with a groan, I bury my nose in her soft curls. Desire blazes through my veins like wildfire. A week away from my wife is a week too fucking long.

“I’m going to wreck you.”

I grip the string on her tampon and tug. It comes out easily. I wrap it in a tissue and drop it into a waste bin nearby. As I turn back to her, she’s blushing hot enough to fry an egg on her cheeks.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lift her onto the poker table. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. As long as you’re comfortable, you being on your period isn’t going to stop me from being with you.”

My eyes lock onto her pussy. I can’t hold back the groan that spills out of me. Palms on her thighs, I push her legs as wide as they’ll go, and I stare. And stare. And stare.

“Nicholas.” Her skin flushes pink, and she tries to close her legs, but she’s no match for my strength. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t.” My tongue dampens my lips. “You’re every fucking wet dream I ever had rolled into one.” I lean over her and nuzzle her breasts. “You’re intoxicating. Intimacy with you is my favorite pastime, so if you’re struggling with the fact I’m not afraid of a bit of blood, that I like staring at you, you’re going to have to find a way to deal with that, Half-pint.”

I kiss her breasts, her ribs, her stomach, ending up right where I need to be. One taste, and I’m done for.

Idevourher.

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