Page 93 of Of Desire And Deception

“Thank you.”

No gratitude had ever tasted as sweet as those words on Remi’s lips. I lowered my head, kissing her slowly, waiting until she opened to me, letting me in. I could taste the salt of her tears, the anguish—but she also softened and gave me her trust. Such precious gifts my wife offered.

I was shit at comfort, but I knew how to give Remi pleasure. I picked her up, and she bit my lip as I carried her to the bed, dropping her down to the mattress and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. It came away streaked with blood.

“I see you’re still a vicious little beauty,” I chuckled, shrugging out of my jacket. She gave me a look of false innocence, then stripped out of her clothes, kneeling gloriously naked before me.

Remi scooted to the edge of the mattress and ran her nails down my chest as I removed my shirt, leaving red streaks behind. She worked my belt free and unfastened my jeans, yanking them down. My knife fell free, and her hand darted out to catch it as I kicked my pants and socks off.

“Is this the one you used on me?” Remi asked, flipping the blade open and running her fingertip over the edge.

I couldn’t look away as she drew blood. My cock pointed straight at her, eager for attention. “Yes.”

“You marked me,” she mused, smearing her blood across my stomach. “I think it’s my turn.”

Before I could react, she’d flipped me over her, my back hitting the mattress as my large body bounced. Remi straddled me, dragging the tip of my knife down my cheek, then my neck. Her lips followed the path until she reached my length. She bit her lip and lifted a brow in question.

“I’d let you fucking skin the flesh from my bones if you asked.” Reaching out, I guided her knife hand forward, pressing the blade's tip to the base of my cock until crimson seeped out around it. “Death at your hands would be a pleasure.”

“Tempting,” Remi purred, barely brushing the knife down my length. I held my breath as she reached the head, then the sensitive tip. She didn’t leave a mark, but grinned slyly at me. “But I prefer listening to your beating heart under my ear when you hold me. And I want to feel your hard, hot cock in my mouth.”

She descended, taking me past her lips and to her throat, her tongue running along my piercings. I reached down, lacing my fingers through her short locks, holding her to me until I felt her throat constrict. The sharp pinch of the knife’s tip followed, and I blinked, seeing she’d cut me. I released her head, and she popped off me.

“This is all me,” Remi panted, sucking in air. “I’ll take your cock how and when I want it, and you’ll sit there like a good psycho killer and let me.”

I growled, but obeyed. Fuck if I was going to do anything that would make her stop. I groaned when her mouth lowered, and she sucked, fucking devouring my cock and driving me quickly toward an edge I didn’t want to fall off of yet.

“Remi,” I moaned, fisting the sheets. “Please. Not yet.”

“Mm,” she hummed around my shaft, pulling up long enough to mutter, “You beg so prettily, Cosimo. Let me hear it again.”

“Fuck,” I hissed as she fisted the base of my cock, stroking as she worked me with her mouth. Her other hand pressed the knife to my balls, and I felt them twitch at the dangerous position. “Damn it, Remi. Please, don’t make me come yet.”

She paused, smirking. “Again. Earn it.”

“Please, Remi,” I tried again, my voice strained as I fought the orgasm she threatened to pull straight from my soul with those sinful lips. “Stop. I want you riding me. Want to be balls-deep in that gorgeous pussy. Need to feel you suck the come from me when you find your pleasure.”

She didn’t stop. Not until I yelled out in frustration and pain. Then she pulled off abruptly, leaving my balls aching.

“Fuck, woman!” I shouted through clenched teeth. It was an exquisite ache, one that only my wife could ease.

“Shh.” Remi pressed the blade to my lips as she straddled my thighs, rubbing her center over my wet cock. “I promise I’m going to make it feel good.”

Realization hit. “You’re using my lines against me.”

“You started it,” she cooed, adjusting her hips and taking my length in one smooth glide. She rocked, and I was in heaven, her muscles snug around me.

“So fucking hot.” I held her hips, and she didn’t stop me. “Oh, fuck. Just like that, piccola diavola.”

“What does that mean?” she asked breathlessly, leaning forward and bouncing her ass.

I swear I saw stars behind my closed lids as I slammed to the back of her over and over. I managed to choke out, “Little devil.”

“I thought I was goldilocks.”

“This fits you better.” I moaned as her walls tightened around my shaft. “You’re the devil in my darkness. The impulsive to my logical. The life I didn’t know I needed.”

“Shit,” Remi whispered, her body shaking as her orgasm hit.

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