Page 30 of Beautiful Devil

“You listen and you listen fucking good, ASSHOLE. I don’t know any Dante Bonetti. And in case you didn’t hear me the last time, he’s my EX-husband.”

She's trying to intimidate me, and it almost makes me want to laugh. However, there's something in her eyes that tells me it would be for my own good if I didn’t. So, as hard as it is I contain my chuckle, shove my hands into the pockets of my dress pants and close the little distance between us. Lowering my head to her ear, I notice the hitch in her breathing and a smirk flits across my face.

“Then why the fuck did he have his men tail us after we picked you up the other night?”

As I move back to gauge the reaction on her face, it occurs to me that perhaps after all my insistence, she doesn’t in fact know Dante.

“W-what?” she splutters as her eyes widen in shock.

She slowly moves to sit down on the bed as all the color drains from her face. The room once again is filled with silence.

I was sure she knew Dante after all that shit with Gallo.

Fuck.

I was sure she was working with him too, but the tone in her denial has me doubting myself.

Something I don’t like to do.

Her reaction to hearing about Dante tailing us is another reason for my self-doubt, but I push it away and tower over her, giving her a few minutes before I start again with the questions.

“How did Gallo talk you into doing it? Did he fuck you good and hard into submission,gattina? Did he make you come on his tongue? Or was it with his hands and cock? Is that how he got you to agree to this little scheme?” Just thinking about her in bed with him makes me want to trash this entire room. Trying to control my temper, I clench my fists as hard as I can so I don't lose my shit.

Her head rises, and I notice her jaw clenching, a whirlwind of emotions flashing through her eyes. After a brief moment, they settle on fury and her lips pull into a scowl before she starts.

“Look,stronzo, I don’t know what you think you fucking know, but I’m telling you, I had NOTHING, and I mean NOT. A. THING. To do with whatever shit Gallo pulled. He kept everything from me…EVERYTHING.” She pauses for a second before jumping to her feet, as her finger starts prodding the middle of my chest. “That bastard never gave enough of a shit about me to tell me anything. I’m trying to move on with my life, and even from behind bars he’s still trying to ruin it. So, no, he didn’t fuck me into submission. The last couple months of our marriage, he barely even touched me.”

The strain in her voice sends a strange barrage of feelings swirling through my gut, making me want to kill the bastard for causing her so much anguish. She doesn't let up, continuing to poke my chest as I take a step back matching eachthud. I don’t know why I give in and let her feel like she has dominance over me, but I do.

“I’m the innocent one in this. The one who’s been left to clean up his shit. The one who can't get a job. The one who the cops questioned way too many times, and the one who peoplestilldon't believe to be innocent from any involvement.”

When she's finished, my back is flat against the wall. Her finger sits dead center on my sternum as her chest rises and falls with every ragged breath she takes. I give her a few seconds and then my hand flies out of my pocket and slides up around her throat as I turn us both so that she’s the one pinned against the wall.

My other hand holds her hip tightly in place, ensuring she can’t move, and my cock starts to stir at the position I have her in. Looking into her eyes, I can still see the anger present, but it's now mixed with arousal.

My eyes drop to her breasts that graze my chest with every shaky inhale she takes. My palms itch to reach out and feel the curve of her body, to see her face when she climaxes and calls my name out, to feel her body writhe beneath mine as I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. The fact that Gallo had this woman in his bed every night and was able to keep his hands and his dick to himself is a miracle to me. Without thinking, I open my mouth and say the words that are clearly formed by all the blood rushing to the wrong head.

“You know, Gia, not all forms of torture are unpleasant. Especially for a woman like yourself. I could make your torture more…pleasurable.” I'm unable to help myself as I stroke her arm up and down, continuing my own subtle torture. “I could make you come harder than you ever have before. I can't imagine thatstronzo– Gallo – knew much about how to make you feel good. I can show you how it feels to be worshiped, to have a real man's hands on your body and make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

I can’t help it when my arm makes its descent and my thumb begins to move back and forth on the curve of her hip over her shirt, eyes raking over her expression as a cluster of emotions passes over her face. I can tell she's turned on after hearing the same familiar little whimper that she let escape the other morning. The hand around her throat slides up to cup her face, holding it in place.

I wait until she's holding my gaze before saying, “Would you like me to show you just how pleasurable torture can be,gattina?”

I thrust my leg between hers to spread them further apart before grinding my hardening length against her. Her jaw slacks as her head tips back ever so slightly, causing her eyes to close.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck if I can help myself.

“Answer me,” I whisper.

I watch the rise and fall of her silky-smooth throat as she swallows hard at my words. Before I can think better of it, I take my hand off her hip and move it to brush over the top of her pussy through her yoga pants. From her sharp inhale, I don’t need to feel her to know she’s dripping wet. My erection is screaming to be set free. But I can't, not with her.

“You see,gattina, the trick to getting what you want is knowing how to keep the other person happy enough to give it to you.”

My hand moves a little further as I push a finger right on top of her clit through her pants. Her head falls back as my grip on it softens and another little whimper passes through her lips.

Fuck. I can’t ever remember being so fucking hard without already having my dick inside someone before.

And because I’m a glutton for punishment, my hand travels up to the band of her yoga pants and finds the lacey material of her underwear. Her eyes shoot open once she realizes the direction my hand is headed, and surprisingly, she doesn’t put up any attempt to fight or stop me.

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