Page 95 of Devious Kingpin
“I want to watch you finger yourself,” Dante rasped in my ear, his big hands kneading my breasts. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my back, needy. Just like my pussy.
My cheeks turned crimson at the explicit images those words painted in my head.
“Me too,” I whimpered, rubbing my fingers faster and harder against my clit.
He stilled. I did too. Like we were two bodies, driven by the same need.
“Now?” he asked, tentatively.
“Yes.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when he stood up and lifted me into his arms.
His mouth never left mine as he strode into our bedroom, our bodies slick from water.
CHAPTER41
Dante
My wife would be the death of me. In the best way possible.
The moment I’d set eyes on her, I’d known she’d be trouble. My trouble.
I hooked her legs around my waist and carried her into our bedroom. Thank fuck I’d had the brilliant idea to burn every goddamn bed in this house. I knew Juliette ordered another bedroom set for the guest room, but I bought out the manufacturer and then had them put a stop on her order. There’d be no other beds in this house.
I devoured her mouth like my life depended on it. Maybe it truly did. After all, it was only due to my devious plan that she was now here with me inourbed. If she ever learned of my schemes, I knew enough about Juliette to know she’d burn down the whole fucking city to get back at me.
Her curves fit perfectly in my hands, her soft skin like silk under my rough palms. Years of fantasizing about this wildling and it was even better than I had ever imagined it. Juliette’s arms wrapped around my neck, tugging me closer to herself. She tasted like sugarplums—my favorite treat—and home.My home.
The kind that I never had but always dreamed of. I tightened my grip on her hair, our mouths colliding like we were starved for each other. Our kiss was hard, demanding and possessive, tension coiling in our bodies. Unlike any other woman, Juliette matched me inch for inch.
Her fingers wove through my hair, tugging on it as her tongue tangled with mine. And those moans. They were soft whimpers, and so fucking addictive, going straight to my cock.
I sat on the bed. Her wet body flush against mine, rubbing like a cat against me. Not wanting to scare her, I remained sitting, cradling her in my arms.
I pinched her nipple and she arched into my touch.
“More,” she demanded on a groan. It wasn’t surprising she was greedy, demanding. She never feigned modesty, and I fucking loved that about her.
Pulling an inch away from her, both of us breathing heavily.
“Look at me,” I demanded. She peeled her eyes open and met my gaze, her mouth swollen from my kisses and parted in anticipation. “Are you okay if we lie on the bed?”
She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned closer to me, demanding another kiss. I granted it, unable to resist her. If she only knew what I’d do for her. What I’d give up for her. I was so fucking smitten, it wasn’t even funny.
Breaking away, I placed her on the bed and admired her beauty. Gleaming skin. Dark hair fanned over the white pillows. Face flushed with arousal. Eyes hazed with lust.
I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of her so deep she’d never forget me. So if she ever learned about how I manipulated her into this marriage, she’d remember how good we were together. How perfectly we fit.
“No going back after this, Juliette,” I said, my words filled with gravel.
Confusion crossed her face. “What—”
“You’re my wife and I’m your husband,” I growled. “Until death do us part.” I palmed her breast and swept my thumb over her nipple. I lowered my head and licked her nipple. A shudder rolled through her. “Understood?”
I might have been using her desire to my advantage. I didn’t fucking care. I wanted her commitment. She wanted this as much as I did. Maybe she didn’t love me as obsessively as I did her, but she cared, that I knew for certain.
“Understood?” I asked.
