Page 46 of Brutal Devil
“Damn it. Of course you aren’t. You’reyou. And that’s the whole fucking problem.”
He snarls that into my face, his breath hot on my lips, and then in the next millisecond, his mouth is on mine, and I forget everything.
Including all the reasons I shouldn’t like the way he kisses me.
He feeds me kisses, devouring me, and I can’t get enough. He cups my face, his mouth hot and hard. I don’t know why, but the thought of that tattooed hand that has done so much damage cradling me with such tenderness does something to my insides. I’m on fire. I’m not even angry now.
I’m just…needy.
Needy and greedy.
Forget breakfast. I’ll have him instead.
I wrap a leg around his hip and scoot closer, grasping a handful of his hair. It’s like we’re battling each other. I’m not sure which one of us is winning. I don’t even think I care.
He groans into my mouth, giving me his tongue. He tastes like coffee and darkness and sex. It’s intoxicating and terrifying, and I’ve never wanted another man the way I long for this one. My captor, my enemy, my husband.
He kisses me until I’m breathless, until my body is on fire with need. And then he bites my lower lip. Bites it hard enough that I think he might draw blood, and my clit pulses. I bite him back, and then he lifts his head and we stare at each other.
His eyes blaze into mine as slowly, slowly, he grasps a handful of my tank top and lifts it, exposing one breast. I’m not wearing a bra, a fact I’m grateful for when he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. So hard that all I can do is moan and run my fingers through his black hair, my back arching.
Looks like Priest is winning this battle.
He nips me, and I gasp. The stinging sensation makes my pussy contract.
The hand on my face disappears, only to glide past the waistband of my pajama pants. I should probably stop him, but I don’t want to. It feels too good, the slide of those callused fingertips under the elastic of my panties. Stroking over my swollen clit until I make an embarrassing sound of desperate need. It feels better than good, and I’m not prepared for this.
“Fuck. So wet for me, baby.”
I am, and God. It’s super embarrassing.
I don’t want to be wet. I don’t want to like what he’s doing to me. But I can’t stop. I don’t have my vibrator, and with him sleeping next to me every night, I haven’t been able to relieve any of the sexual tension that’s been building up inside me. When he leaves, I don’t dare do it because I’m paranoid that there are cameras.
I make a helpless mewl.
He sucks my nipple again, strums over my clit faster, playing with me. Taking me to the edge. I need to come so badly, butnot this way. Not with him. I bite my lip, trying to stave off the pleasure. But that only heightens every sensation.
And then his fingers slide farther under my panties, and he sinks two inside me. My heart is beating so fast, and he’s fucking me with knowing strokes as he keeps licking, biting, and sucking at my nipple. His thumb settles on my clit, rubbing over it, and I can’t take it anymore.
When he finds my G-spot, I lose control and come hard. He finger-fucks me through the climax, and just when the pleasure begins to ebb, he withdraws from me and delivers a quick, stinging spank to my pussy. My aching clit pulses in response.
No one has ever done that to me before, and I should probably be furious with him. But the awful truth is that I liked it.
He lifts his head, jerking my shirt back down, and gives me a smug smile as he slips his hand from my panties and pajama pants. “I think I’ve just proven to us both who’s in charge here,topolina.”
My reaction is instant and instinctive. I try to slap the look off his handsome face. But he catches my wrist in an iron grip, stopping me before I can connect.
“Not a good idea,” he warns.
And then he lifts his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Mmm. You do have a sweet pussy, Luna Andriani.”
“Revello,” I correct.
He shakes his head. “Andriani. You’re mine now. And don’t forget it.”
He pushes away from the table and stalks from the room, leaving me sitting on the marble, dazed and sated, breakfast cooling around me.
Chapter 12
