Page 11 of The Devil's Touch
His jaw clenched, making his chiseled jaw much more pronounced.His dark strands tapped into their lazy, tousled look, some strands kissing his forehead.Domenico chose a dark suit for the night, the material stretching against and hugging his muscular frame like a second skin.I hadn’t seen him in anything other than suits since I had been unfortunate enough to fall into his web.
“Don’t do that.”He tensed.
“Do what?” I feigned innocence.There was something utterly thrilling about defying Domenico.I didn’t know if I was majorly being a brat or just liked to be punished.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“No.I don’t.”
“Yes, you do,” he deadpanned.“Get over here,” Domenico ordered me unabashedly, his thick Italian accent making my core slick, wet, and wanting.
I swallowed, scooting over.Wicked hands met me halfway, yanking me into a rough chest.My lungs whined and burst open, inhaling every bit of his musky scent.
“You are such a fucking brat and it pisses me the fuck off,” he growled, grabbing my naked thigh through the dangerously high slit of my dress.
I moaned, turning putty in his grip as his lips met my neck.He sucked on it, leaving heated kisses along my collarbone.My heart pounded heavily against my ribcage in anticipation.I was somewhat grateful that my dress was a little heavy because my nipples hardened against it, puckering and whining for attention.Every kiss he trailed along my neck sent heat shooting straight to my cunt, dampening it.
His lean fingers crawled their way up to my inner thigh, a chuckle erupting against my neck when he discovered that I was bare underneath.I just had a feeling that I wouldn’t need any.
“Dirty girl,” he murmured.“No panties, huh?”
“I didn’t think I was going to need them,” I said, breathless.
Domenico pinched my clit, ripping a loud moan from me.My face burned when I remembered that the chauffeur was in the car with us.
“Dom...”I shivered as he thrust a finger into me.“The chauffeur.”
“I don’t care.”He glided his fingers around my dripping cunt, and this time, I couldn’t hold back my loud moan.
He pushed his finger back in, my breath breaking and seizing with each thrust.He didn’t care that the thin veil that separated us from the driver wasn’t doing anything to block out my loud, filthy moans.He took his wicked time, stroking me, pinching me and plunging his finger in and out of me.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets, my toes curling against the surface of my shoes.I writhed against the leather seat, feeling my arousal smearing everywhere.When his thrusts just didn’t seem enough anymore, I arched off the seat, riding his finger, unable to fight the wanton sounds that filled the car.
My walls clenched around him so tightly when he added one more finger.He kept pressure on my clit with his thumb, fucking me relentlessly with his fingers.
“Oh, I’m close,” I moaned, gripping his hair.“Ugh,fuck.”
“Right here?”
“Right there.”My stomach knotted, my release inching forward with every thrust.I could taste it.I could feel it and the shockwaves were starting to consume me.
“We are here, sir.”The monotonous voice of the chauffeur cut through my lustful haze, widening my eyes.
No.No.No.
I was certain I felt him smirk against my neck.He slowly retracted his fingers from my dripping pussy.The emptiness I felt afterwards bit at my skin.
Our gazes clashed—his full of mischief, mine heated with hate.
The bastard dipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking it clean.My cheeks flushed with heat.I tore my attention off him, breathing heavily.I shifted from him, adjusting my dress and doing my best to ignore the tingling sensation between my legs.
“Shall we?”His voice brought me out of my raging, heated thoughts.
I glanced around the lot in confusion.It struck me as an underground parking lot.
“Where are we?”By the time I looked over my shoulder, he wasn’t in the car anymore.The slamming of the door signaled that he was already outside.
I rolled my eyes.
