Page 71 of Of Desire And Deception

“What is your favorite flower?” I continued, catching her eye roll.

“Anything but peonies,” she growled.

“Hmm,” I hummed, pressing the knife inward again and smearing my fingertip through the blood. “Favorite animal?”

“Dogs,” Remi snapped, gasping when I broke her skin again. “Does it even matter if I answer? You’re going to hurt me either way.”

“Your pussy is dripping,” I pointed out, thrusting my fingers into her and closing my eyes as she cried out. “Tell me you don’t like this.”

“I don’t—”

Her objection was cut short when I dragged the blade down, stopping just above her clit. She watched as I moved her piercing out of the way and trapped the hardened bit of flesh between my teeth, nipping her before sucking hard. Remi’s entire body shook as she came on my fingers and tongue—at the threat of my knife.

I sat back on my heels, taking in how flushed her entire body was. She was lying to herself.

“What does the FBI have on my family? And what is their connection to the River Raiders?”

Remi blinked in confusion. “They aren’t connected with criminals. My team is investigating their connection to your family and another in New York.”

“You’re naïve for a federal agent,” I mocked, closing my knife and slipping it into my pocket. “Your co-worker had connections with the group. He mentioned leadership just before I dismembered him in this very dungeon.”

“It was you who took Bogdan,” Remi said accusingly. “Killed him.”

“He was as corrupt as they come,” I explained without emotion. Her naivety was both refreshing and obnoxious. “Working with the Russians. And somebody at the Bureau knew it when they hired him. He was a plant.”

“No,” she whispered.

“You think you work for the side of justice,” I drawled, rising to gather the items I’d need for our next bit of fun. “But your agency has as many criminals as my family.”

When Remi didn’t immediately deny my accusation, I knew I’d made her think. That’s what I wanted. For her fairytale of being a white knight to shatter into a million pieces so she could see that she was just as flawed as the rest of humanity.

I dropped the lube and wipes on the bed, then removed the rest of my clothing. Remi’s eyes focused on my cock, standing proud and needy for her. I couldn’t admit that yet, though. She wasn’t ready.

“I want to be as deep inside you as possible,” I said instead, reaching out and tugging on the ring above her clit. Remi squeaked and shifted her hips. “One day, you’ll beg for the pain.”

“Never.”

I set out to prove her wrong, settling on my stomach and diving into her pussy like a starving man. I relished every moan, every cry that escaped her lips, replacing the empty protests she clung to like a lifeline. My fingers beckoned her release—first one, then two, and three. I worked her through it and into another soon after. She begged, proving that I was her true lifeline, proving her protests lies.

Sweat covered her body when I relented, her lips puffy from the abuse of her teeth biting into the reddened flesh. She squirmed when my pinky joined the other soaked digits.

“Cosimo, it’s too much,” she whined breathlessly.

“If the vagina can stretch enough to fit a baby through, you can take my fist, goldilocks.” I reached for the lube with a single-minded focus. I needed to feel her inside. To get as much of me in her as possible.

Cold liquid trickled over my hand as I squeezed the little bottle and pushed my fingers deeper, feeling the back of her. My cock wept with precum, and I felt close to coming right on the bedding as I pressed my thumb to that already stretched opening.

“Shit.” Remi’s pained gasp broke my concentration, and I found her eyes tightly shut, lips pursed as she held her breath and tried to take what I was giving her.

The dark, desperate thing inside me retreated. I didn’t want it to be like that, to cause her genuine pain. I wanted her willing on a primal level, even when her words said otherwise. So, I removed my thumb and worked her clit with it instead as I moved my fingers inside her, pulling at her g-spot and pressing deep against that place I wanted to put my come.

“You’re taking it so well, Remi,” I praised, leaning down to take her lips in a slow kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I gripped her throat, my fingers digging in. “Take a breath for me now.”

Those deep pools of blue locked onto my eyes as she sucked in a breath, and I squeezed, feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers. I moved faster, roughly, knowing she sat on the precipice. Her inner walls fluttered, and I growled, “Now come for me.”

She broke under me, falling apart on a silent, open-mouthed cry. I released her throat, and she moaned raggedly, her limbs falling slack against her bonds. I pulled my hand free of her heat and gripped my throbbing cock, pumping my fist down to the base and over the sensitive tip until my balls drew tight.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” I grunted, my come covering her swollen, wet pussy. I pressed it inside her with my cock, squeezing my shaft and putting every last drop where I wanted it.

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