Page 191 of Kissing the Villain

I was the Queen.

They were the Knights.

The women were decoys for me.

They wore similar gowns, all with curly hair, and had the same black and gold carnival masks. Kali stood out from the bunch, and that was on purpose.

“You need serious help,” I muttered.

Luca covered my mouth and led me away from the group. “Shhh,” he whispered. “No talking. I got you, baby.”

I slipped my fingers between his and followed his lead. He knew where he was going. It was his house, after all. Knowing Luca, he’d planned the exact route he would take beforehand. He wouldn’t go through with this silly game without knowing he would win.

That he would capture his Queen.

Luca grabbed the soft fabric over my right shoulder and slid it down my arm. “Take this off. It will make it harder for them to find you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Tradition.”

“What happens if someone captures me?”

He dipped his head down and licked my ear. “They get to keep you for the night.”

A gasp slipped from my lips.

I wanted to murder Luca. Why the hell was he doing this to me? Fuck him and his traditions. The Devil’s Knights took shit way too far. Dragging me to their temple in the middle of the night was bad enough. I wasn’t a prize for any of them to win.

I saw shadows moving, heard footsteps drawing near, and the sounds of… sucking. Moans. Then someone screamed. Skin slapped, the silence filled with groans. It sounded like they were having fun like they were getting fucked good.

I was in Hell with my Devil.

I released a whimper, doing my best to stifle the wave of anxiety rushing over me.

“Shhh, baby.” Luca cradled me in his arms. “It will all be over soon.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I know the outcome. When this is over, we will claim our victory.”

That was enough for me.

Luca had this under control.

So I did as he asked, keeping my mouth shut. Speaking would only give away our position, and I wanted to stay off the Knights' radar for as long as possible.

His fingers slipped beneath the strap on my left shoulder. The fabric slid down my arm, bunched around my waist, and Luca yanked on the belt. The silky fabric slid to the floor. I stepped out of the dress and stood before him in a black thong he’d picked out from Caio Bello. Not like it mattered since he couldn’t see me.

His big hands covered my breasts and massaged my nipples. He continued his slow appraisal, hands running down my sidesand over my ass. We fell onto a couch, and he pulled me on top of him so I straddled his thighs.

The darkness fucked with my head, made me see things that were not there. I focused hard and blinked a few times.

“Luca?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I sighed. “Just checking.”

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