Page 6 of Devour
Each movement forward feels like I’m tearing myself apart, one fragile piece at a time. And yet, there’s a pulse between my legs, a traitorous heat that builds with every drag of my knees across the hardwood floor.
Every second I’m like this—naked, obedient—I hate how my body responds. I crawl until I’m a few feet in front of him.
“Up.”
His voice is low. Commanding.
I stand slowly to my feet. I can’t read his expression and that makes it worse. Cold mask. Blank eyes. Unforgiving. I whisper a silent prayer: Please let him be gentle. Please let him be gentle.
Even leaning on the desk, he towers over me, the top of my head barely reaches his chest. He’s nothing like the tall, skinny boy I once tutored.
He’s all power now. And I stand before him—naked, stripped down to nothing, while he still hasn’t removed a single piece of clothing. His eyes just roam over my body with that detached look, and I start to feel self-conscious again.
I’m not small by any standard, and I know I lost the baby weight long ago, one of the perks of juggling several jobs, always working, and barely eating. I guess that helped too. As if sensing my inner rambling.
He suddenly grabs my waist not gently and yanks me between his parted legs. I feel the hard press of his arousal against me, the only sign that he’s just as affected as I am.
My bare chest slams against the unforgiving planes of his suit, the sharp contact steals the air from my lungs. His hand slides up, wrapping around my neck, not choking, not tender. Just claiming.
Then he kisses me. Not a kiss. A punishment. Rough lips. Demanding. His mouth crashes onto mine like he’s angry I still haunt him. He tries to pry my lips apart. I refuse. So he bites. The sting makes me gasp, and he seizes the chance—tongue sliding deep, stealing every protest I never got to say.
The kiss is messy, dominant, unrelenting, and somewhere in the chaos, something inside me sparks. A heat coils low in my belly, shameful and sharp.
I shouldn’t want this. I hate that I do. My body trembles with every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue, every press of his fingers against my skin. I’m spiraling, drowning, caught between memory and reality.
CHAPTER FOUR
Luca
My fingers roam her waist, sliding down to the curve of her ass. I grab a handful and squeeze, soft, round, and more lush than I remember.
I grind her body against mine, letting her feel the grit of my length through my suit pants, letting her know exactly what will soon be inside her. Her curves are fuller now, more womanly. Just the way I like it.
I could keep her. Fuck. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. She’s just a piece of ass for the day. I’ll send her off like the rest of them.
The taste of her is utterly delicious, it’s as if I never tasted a woman’s lips before. Sweet and hot as melted honey, and with something more, something addictive I couldn’t quite grasp, which had me shifting my grip to put the pad of my thumb on her lower lip, easing her mouth open to me so I could explore more fully, she moans into my mouth, Her body undulates, as she rubs her breasts against my chest like she’s starving for more.
Damn it she’s not supposed to enjoy this. This was meant to humiliate her. Payback. I break the kiss and give myself a few seconds to calm my raging pulse. It’s like every damn drop of blood in my body is surging straight to my cock.
As I steady myself, my eyes drink her in, the reason for my complete madness. Her eyes had gone dark as midnight; her cheeks stained with color.
Her mouth is slightly parted, her lips swollen and red where I bit her. Her pink nipples are hard as pebbles, her breasts fuller now—less perky, maybe, but so damn hot it makes me want to bury my face in them and never come up.
They rise and fall with every breath, as if her body’s bracing for what’s coming next. I take a deep breath, as I pull myself together. I don’t want her to see how vulnerable she makes me feel just by being here.
My control is slipping fast. But then I see the look on her face, and I’m dragged back to that moment when we had our first kiss, right after I laid my heart bare. Right after I let her see the part of me, I never show anyone.
I don’t want to remember that look. I don’t want her giving me that look while I fuck her. I grip her shoulders and turn her to face the desk. One hand shoves the files aside while the other presses her down.
She gasps as her bare chest hits the cold surface, her feet barely touching the ground despite the heels. I step between her legs and use my thigh to pry them wide open, exactly how I want her. I run two fingers lightly over her clit, just grazing it—she shivers.
Then I slide them deep inside her, and a helpless moan slips out before she can stop it. When I pull out, my fingers are slick with her heat.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” I mutter, smearing her wetness across her ass.
“No.”
“So, your pussy just naturally likes to cream, huh?”
