Page 36 of The Devil After Dark
I hauled myself up and pulled her to me as I captured her swollen lips in mine. Her tongue greedily tasted my mouth and I pinned her body beneath mine. To my delight, her legs wrapped around me and her hips rocked against my hard dick, sliding it through her ownwetness. I bit her earlobe as I guided my tip to her entrance and excruciatingly slowly pressed my way inside her tight little pussy. The moan and gasp that fell from her lips as I filled her was a fucking siren song. I could not get enough of her and she was my weakness.
I captured her next moan with my own mouth as I slowly fucked into her. We had rough and pounding and painful, but this slow tortuous sex was turning her molten beneath me. “Cassio—” she gasped in a pleading groan.
“You’re mine, Angel,” I whispered into her ear. “Now let me hear you say it.”
“I’m yours,” Liana moaned back. Her fingers dug into my back. “I’m yours, Cassio.” My name on her lips decimated any ounce of control I still had. I thrust into her harder and harder and her cries of pleasure told me she wanted all of it.
“Say it again,” I commanded her as electricity built up to a new high along my spine.
“I’m yours, Cassio,” she groaned against my ear as I slammed into her. I was turning into an animal as I licked and sucked and bit her neck. “Please!” she moaned.
“Mine,” I growled against her skin as her inner muscles squeezed and pulsed on my cock. Her legs shook and her body writhed uncontrollably with her climax. Every desperate sound spilling from her mouth was music that fueled my pleasure. I slammed my balls against her as I buried myself in her and filled her with my cum. She whimpered through a few more hard thrusts as emptied my entire soul into her. My body collapsed over her as I panted for breath. She was fucking perfect. She was mine. She wasmine.
LIANA
Cassio’s hand was gentle as it brushed my hair behind my ear and threaded its way behind my head. I tilted my head up to look at him. “I want to be the person you tell when you leave town. I want to know where you are. I want you to message me good night and good morning and better yet I want to hear you say those words to me while we lie in bed together.”
His head dipped low and his nose teased against mine, but he didn’t press further. He was waiting. His eyes held a question—held the fear of rejection—as he looked at me. I had just professed I was his as he was buried inside of me. What we had just done wasn’t fucking or just sex. No, we had made love—and it scared the shit out of me. The last time I had seen Cassio he had done the unthinkable to me. Yet, I had just given in to him again. As much as I wanted him and had felt something I’d never felt in what we had just done together, I was still broken. My voice shook as I spoke, “I want that too, but we need to talk about some things, Cassio. I am scared to trust you. Everything between us has been one sided and built on lies and betrayal.”
Hot anger filled his eyes and his hand was on my jaw a moment later. This is why I couldn’t trust him. This rage and control and … abuse. I trembled under his hold, but didn’t dare move. My eyes pleaded with him. I wanted this to be a conversation, not … whatever was happening. A small sob left my lips and his eyes dropped to my mouth. Then he shoved away from me.
I lay still and trembling as he grabbed his clothes from the floor and pulled them on. He didn’t even look back at me. “Cassio?” I managed to whisper.
He was at the door before he turned his head slightly to look at me. “You’re mine. Don’t fucking forget it,” he nearly spat the words. “I am going to leave before I do something both of us regret.”
I couldn’t breath as he stomped down the hall and slammed the door closed behind himself.
CASSIO
Betrayal?Liana’s words cut me like a knife. My control left me almost immediately. I couldn’t see a way to have a simple conversation over her accusations and as I sped into the night on my bike the reality sunk in. She was not wrong. I had betrayed her with Remi. She was never supposed to find out and I was not sure if that made it better or worse. I had treated her like I treated almost everyone in my life—as a thing to be controlled. I had immediately become so fucking obsessed with her that I didn’t even give her the chance to choose me. I was so afraid she would reject me that I played games to suck her in and trap her.
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LIANA
There was a physicallypainful ache in my chest after last night and what happened with Cassio. Him leaving felt like a swift blow, knocking my fantasy of being with him voluntarily out of grasp. He had proven my worst fear—being with him was not safe.
Five in the evening came quickly today and I waved to Ivan as he left. It would be another night in the office alone. I didn’t want to go home anyway. Staying in the office gave me the illusion I could distract myself from thinking about Cassio.
By seven I was just loitering. There was no more work for me to finish, but I could not bring myself to leave. I heard the lift doors open and my chest tightened in fear as I stood from my desk to see who was here. The building should be locked since there were no meetings scheduled, which meant it was likely Cassio. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk. I steeled myself to face him.
This was so much worse than Cassio. Dimitri exited the lift and spotted me immediately. How the fuck had my ex figured out whichprovince I lived in let alone where I worked? “You are looking well, babe,” Dimitri said casually as he walked towards me.
I backed into my office. Could I run away? How weird would it be if I just screamed and ran? “How did you find me?” I practically stammered. I had taken painful measures to leave Dimitri and start over. He hadn’t reached out in years.
“Babe. I have been searching for you. I messed up back then and I needed to see you,” Dimitri replied as he reached me and slid his arms around me in a hug. My body involuntarily responded, my arms slowly lifting in an awkward return of his embrace.
He pushed past me and admired my office. “I saw you in the news and got on a train immediately. Looks like you’ve done well for yourself. How about we grab dinner?”
“No, thank you,” I spit out quickly.
He rounded my desk and approached me again. I couldn’t move my feet. His hands slid to my waist, then one reached up so his thumb could stroke my cheek. “For old times sake?” he asked. Then he leaned in and captured my lips in his. My blood turned cold with his kiss. I was panicking and I could not move.
“Please leave,” I whispered when he slowly pulled away from the kiss. Dimitri had fucked my mind up so badly. He was the reason I had stayed away from dating. I could never trust that someone actually loved me after the hell he put me through. I had spent countless nights waiting for him at home only for him to be off with other women. He manipulated me into thinking he loved me and that it was okay for him to stick his dick in anyone he wanted. And then there was the part where he had physically hurt me and tried to convince me it was all a misunderstanding. It had not been a misunderstanding. My hands began to tremble.
“I have been searching for you for years and when I find you, you want to kick me out? Can we at least get closure? Let me have you one last time. For old times sake. Let’s grab dinner. It will give us both closure. Then I will leave if you still want me to,” he argued.That smooth tone of his trying to lure me back in to what? One last fuck?
“Please leave,” I repeated and tried to step towards the door, but he stepped as well, blocking me inside my own office.
