Page 9 of The Devil's Touch
“Put me down,” she raved on like a mad woman.
I didn’t know how I was able to cover the distance between the lounge and my study in such a short time.Maybe it was the rage or because I wanted to punish her so badly.
The door flung open, and I dropped her to her feet, backing her up against the door.It was so swift, almost unbelievable because I felt her swing a palm against my cheek.Hard.
The slap resounded throughout the room.My jaw clenched.My eyes met hers, heated and feral.Her eyes burned with unshed tears, anger vividly evident in them.
“Got it out of your system yet?”I demanded, my voice rough and husky.
“Fuck you,” she spat.“The rules don’t apply when it’s you.I mean, you had no problem pinning me against the wall and fucking my brains out the other night.”Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, embarrassment evident in those green eyes.
My breathing was heavier—harsh, even.She looked like the perfect gift that was waiting to be unwrapped in that fucking lingerie.It was fucking with my head, and knowing the things that bastard must have thought when he put his hands on her, my expression hardened.
“What am I to do with you, hm?”I wrapped my fingers around her delicate throat, stroking her raging pulse.
I pushed my throbbing cock against her, wanting her to feel what she was doing to me.A low moan ripped from her.
Of course.My dirty little slut.
“Choke you to death or just fuck that bratty attitude out of you?”The coldness in my voice thickened.
Her eyes briefly flashed with fear, but her mask was back on in no time.“Get on with it.”
She sounded so out of breath, and by God, it’d be nice to hear that sultry voice thin out as I fucked her against this tiny door, letting everyone hear how much control I had over her body—over her.
But that wasn’t what I wanted.I could be the devil himself, but I also knew when I wanted something and didn’t.I didn’t want to fuck her.Not right now.I wanted something else.
My gaze found her lips, full, sensuous, shimmering.They parted slightly as though they were begging me to take them.
I leaned in, feeling her breath hitch rapidly.The heat between us crackled violently, drawing us to each other like a moth to flame until all I could smell was lavender mixed with eagerness and submission, until all I could see was those green eyes.
“Dom...”
I lost it.
I crashed my lips on hers.
I never liked kissing women.I never kissed women because I considered it a waste of time.Moreso, it was the most intimate sexual experience, and I never felt connected enough to any other woman I had fucked before her to kiss them.
She was different.Silvana was different and she tasted a lot more intoxicating than I thought she would ever since I had fantasized about kissing her.
The taste of her—soft, consuming, and seductively unhinged—exploded all over my tongue, eliciting a groan from me.I didn’t release her neck from my grip.Instead, I tightened my grip, tearing a moan from her throat which shot straight to my cock, causing blood to rush to it, hardening it.I pressed the hard on against her cunt, devouring her lips.
Her palms crawled up my chest like she was torn and at a loss on how to handle how hard I kissed her.She fisted my shirt and moaned for me when I thrust my tongue into her mouth.I explored every inch of her tiny, little mouth, the thought of how it’d look around my cock ripping a growl from me.
Kissing her turned me feral.The pace at which I feasted on her lips was outright animalistic.I was convinced that if I kissed her harder, then it’d be enough, but it wasn’t.
Nothing was ever enough when it came to this woman.
I wanted to keep talking until I had thoroughly etched myself under her skin.I wanted to keep claiming her because the obsession that grabbed me in the guts made me feel like kissing her was exactly what I needed to fucking breathe—to exist.
She unraveled me.She shattered me.She destroyed me and then, she pieced me together all over again.
Her body went weak against mine in submission, her strokes unable to match mine because every taste of her drove me into madness.Every glide of my tongue against her moist lips stiffened my muscles so tightly.
Mine.All fucking mine.
I kissed Silvana and I knew that I’d bathe the entirety of Sicily in blood, ash, and destruction before I let her go.
