Page 12 of Devotion

VANYA

Too tall.

Too pretty.

My first thoughts meeting the legendary Diamante twin months ago.

They told me they broke his nose in the hole. Not enough damage to make him quite rugged. The other scar on his face is much more appealing.

But it is the way he looks at me as he grips his rock-hard dick in his fist that has me sweating in the cold. Fire and hatred. Desire and anger.

They are so often one and the same.

He is fucking beautiful.

Even so, every time I see him grin, I want to put my fist through his smile. Smug prick.

Almost as much as I want to kiss him right now. It’s purely infuriating.

“What are you staring at?”

“A prick taking a shower.”

Ciro chuckles, sending shivers along my back.

“Your prick, or so you said,” he growls, pumping along his stunning length.

Heat flushes through my face and chest and my hand twitches, dying to slip into the front of my pants. Fucking intolerable.

“You need to be taught to behave,” I growl, shaking my head and approaching him again.

It was not my intention to demean him so when I picked him up. But dammit, he pushes my buttons, makes me instantly furious and insanely aroused.

Everything about him is clean lines, muscular, flawless.

My instinct is to break him. To have him begging at my feet. Yet I get the distinct impression he is enjoying this way too much. And that I am not entirely in charge.

Almost like he wanted to make me do this.

Staring at his soaked skin, I trace the tattoos on his arms, his back and sides as he turns. Scars mark his flesh all over, likely from attacks in the middle of the night at the Gulag. I want to lick every single one.

To taste his pain, and soothe it.

I raise one eyebrow as he tilts his head back, thrusting his hips slightly as he jerks himself off. I could have him right now. Or I could laugh in his face for being so eager to obey.

Why am I letting him get in my damn head?

“Pizdets,” I mutter under my breath.

“What was that?”

“Come here. Closer,” I order, squaring my shoulders.

This is taking too long. Pyotr will be expecting us soon.

But I can’t help myself, savoring the sight of this magnificent man.

“Down on your knees.”

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