Page 45 of Devotion

Her curves grinding into me make my head spin, more intoxicating than the drinks, the drugs. The scent of her hair, her perfume…

I’m so screwed.

Especially when she drags me down to bite my ear and whisper, “Come with me, right now.”

I’m grinning like a fucking idiot as she drags me down a hallway like a piece of meat. I love every second of it. Through a doorway and a storage back area, into a private room with couches along the walls, the music fading slightly into the background.

Before I can say a word, she slams me up against the wall, planting a deep, sensual kiss on my lips. My fingers spear into her silken hair, gripping tightly, claiming her mouth and twining my tongue with hers. Heat explodes in my core, stars behind my eyes.

Jerking her head back with a light tug of her hair, I pause to catch my breath, to look at her alluring features, her intense stare.

And just to fuck with her, I ask, “You sure you want to do this?”

Her eyes flare with the challenge. “Would you dare to tell me no?”

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His fingers in my hair make me wild.

No one ever has dared to treat me this way. Tugging my head back, being forceful but in the most affectionate way.

Most of the men I’ve hooked up with or tried to be with were weak, intimidated by me.

They act tough until I take a step forward and they don’t want anything to do with me. As if a woman taking the lead is somehow shameful. That’s the problem with being in charge. Being in control.

They want a submissive, demure woman.

And I’m anything but.

Ciro Diamante is another breed of man, one I have never encountered before. He tests me, challenges me, but expects me to snap right back. Every play I throw at him, he returns.

It makes me insane most of the time, trying to keep up.

And it makes me fucking hot. The way he resists with his eyes, but obeys orders. I know I cannot break him. Nothing can.

Then he smiles…my God that smile.

It pisses me off. Turns me on.

Ciro pulls my head back, grazing lips across my throat, drawing a low moan from my lips. Turning my head, I nip at his ear, fighting back just a bit. In response, his hand swoops around my waist, pressing me to him, pinning me to the wall as he releases my hair, cupping my chin possessively and tilting my head farther to kiss my neck.

I tense, pushing back, and his grip tightens, lower.

Never in my life have I let a man grab me by the throat. But something about the gentle way his fingers clench, brushing my skin. It’s pure fire.

Closing my eyes, I let my head loll as his teeth devour my neck, my ear lobe. Lower, he licks and sucks along my collarbone, igniting every nerve in my body with heat and desire.

The tight wound tension and control I keep over myself slips, my stomach turning a flip, my center flooding with a tingling sensation. If I were wearing panties, they would be drenched.

“You…”

“What about me?”

“Make me…” I gasp, rolling my hips against him.

“Oh, I will make you…”

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