Page 62 of Devious
She does what I say, and I stand behind her, pressing my dick against her ass. I keep my hand on her thigh, and I slide farther up.
“Your soldiers might see us,” she says, sounding unsure.
“They know better than to watch me finger you.”
“Touch me,” she whispers.
Slowly, I slide my hand up to her panties, feeling the heat of her pussy. I haven’t eaten it in a while, and I’m hungry for it. It’s getting harder to control myself, especially when I hold her tight and my hard dick wedges between her ass cheeks. I want to fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her tight asshole. I wish I was a gentleman and asked, but I never was a man to ask if I want something—I always took. But seeing Roselyn look at me over her shoulder as if she wants me to fuck her hard makes me want to take her right now. I control my breathing as I push her cotton panties to the side with one finger and shove my index finger inside of her and place my thumb on her clit. She moans.
“Try not to scream loud when you come,” I whisper in her ear.
She nods. “O-okay.”
I rub her clit in circles and continue to thrust my finger inside her wet pussy. She bites her lip and wraps her arms around my neck, spreading her legs wider. Her small hand grips my dick through the fabric jeans, and my breath becomes unsteady, so I remove her hand.
“Careful, nymph. You’re already driving me crazy with how wet your pussy is. If you keep grabbing me the way you did, I won’t be able to control myself.”
She smiles and digs her nails into my flesh, hard, leaning back against my chest as she comes apart. She lets out a moan in my ear, and I pull out my fingers from her leaking pussy and lick them clean.
She tastes sweet—my favorite flavor.
“That was exciting,” she says, smiling.
“Good.” I cup her face, stroking my fingers on her bottom lip. “We need to hurry up and head to our dinner reservation.”
Roselyn
My mind is still reeling from what happened last night. After we ate dinner, we got drunk, sat outside on the balcony, and talked about the future and our plans for the next five years. Never in a million years did I think I would have so much fun with Devious, and it was one of the most fun days of my life. It’s like he has two sides. One where he’s being cruel, and then the sweet side. I don’t want to get too attached because I know what he’s capable of, and his attitude is unpredictable.
“There is no room for love in the mafia.”Papa’s words echo inside of my head. He taught me at a young age that love is something prohibited in our world, and finding love is as rare as finding a million dollars lying on the street. My heart is easily swayed, and I can’t forget how Devious forced me to marry him. I don’t need to be swayed by him because he showed me a little attention. Most of my life I’ve been emotionally starved, wanting the love I never received.
Devious had a business meeting and told me to stay put, so I played on my phone and iPad.
Before he left, Devious said we’re going to a casino. I head to the stainless-steel fridge and grab a bowl full of fruit, and I stand outside on the balcony, taking in the beautiful city, popping a juicy grape in my mouth. I breathe in the dry air, glancing at the blue sky. People chat, and in the faint distance, I can hear music playing.
Devious waltzes into the room with a gigantic smile on his face. This is the first time he’s smiled since I’ve been around him.
I nudge him in the gut. “What? Mr. Devious is smiling. The world must be ending,” I say jokingly.
“I’m happy I got the hottest woman on my side.”
“How did the opening of the gentleman’s club go?”
He lifts an eyebrow.
I shrug. “What? I was eavesdropping on your conversations. You were using some of the code words Papa says, and I pieced it together.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t ever eavesdrop on my conversation. Stay the fuck out of my business, Roselyn.”
“Right. My job is to lie on my back while you dictate everything I do. You’re so fucking controlling and possessive, and it pisses me off. You know what? Take me to the casino.” I pivot on my feet, heading toward the front door, but Devious catches my forearm, pulling me close to him. His hard chest brushes against mine, and he wraps his arms around my waist. He moves a few fine strands of my hair out of my face.
“You want to earn my trust, then you have to give me a reason to. Trust is earned, not given, nymph. It doesn’t happen overnight.”
Anger brews inside of me like a hurricane. I can’t believe he’s still trying to punish me for trying to kill him, and he thinks I haven’t learned my lesson, but I have.
I push away from his grip, putting some distance between us, then place my hands on my hips. “You’re still punishing me. Aren’t you?”
He rubs the side of his temple. “You tried to kill me, Roselyn.”
