Page 47 of Deal with the Devil

“Relax, Sunshine.” She starts to speak, so I add, “And say sorry one more time and I’m going to have to put your mouth to better use.”

Her breath hitches and she’s silent for a long moment.

Then she shocks the shit out of me, because she rolls onto her belly to study me. “Define better use.”

I swear, my dick gets hard so fast, the rush of blood is almost painful. This. Fucking. Woman.

“I could kiss you.” My words sound on a thick growl of arousal she can’t miss. “Roughly.”

She wets those lips I want to devour. “I’m sure we can think of better ways to put my mouth to use, no?”

“Sunshine.” My voice cracks like a teen on the cusp of blowing too early, my warning falling flat.

“You could do that roughly too.”

“Fuck,” I curse, because at this point, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. What she’s saying.The fire she’s playing with.

“Do it.” She challenges me, her breaths racing. “Distract me. Make me forget about all the bad. Strip the victim from me until there’s nothing left but a woman.”

Well, fuck, that’s how she feels?That’s truly how she feels.

I’m torn between doing exactly what she’s asking of me and fleeing for thesake of us both.

“Nevaeh—”

“Please, Kane.” She wiggles closer, her hand on my chest over my heart. “I trust you. Tomorrow, I’ll be your wife. We have a year together so—” She battles through hesitation to murmur, “We may as well enjoy each other.”

When she wiggles closer again, her full breasts brushing against my arm as she moves, obliterating every ounce of self-control I possess as I shift to grip her hips, pulling her on top of me—and shit—as she spreads her legs over my waist, my hands covering her sweet little ass—I realize she’s not wearing her sleep shorts like she has every other night. No, tonight, my soon-to-be-wife is wearing a tiny pair of panties and an itty-bitty tank top meant to shatter the will of any man into dust.

A sound tears from my throat when she widens the spread of her legs to grind down on me. Ah, shit, her panties are wet. My dick throbs like it might explode.

“This for me, Sunshine?” I push my hand between her legs and feel her drenched pussy between the thin layer of cotton.

“Yes.”

“Fuck me, I haven’t even touched you.”

“But I want you to. I want you to use me, Kane.” Her murmured words sound between kisses she presses to my neck, close to my ear. “I don’t want gentle and sweet. Incinerate me. Own me. Devastate me. Make me yours tonight.”

Her words snap my control like a rubber band stretched too thin. One moment I’m beneath her and the next I’m overtop of her, grinding my erection against the wet of her panties as I claim her mouth, kissing her hard. Brutally.

She whimpers and moans into my mouth, her little body writhing beneath mine, seeking more. Seeking ruthless possession, I’m not strong enough to deny. I don’t want to deny. She’s on fire beneath me, all claws in my back, little nips on my lips.

Gone is the woman who holds back when I kiss her, who clings to restraint and talks about boundaries.

The woman beneath me is begging to be unravelled, and I have every intention of plucking every stitch until she’s a mess of pieces beneath me, so disordered she won’t realize that when I stitch the pieces back together, I’ll bind them to my own fragments in such a way there will be no parting from me. Not in a week. Not in a year. Not. Fucking. Ever.

Shit, it’s been a month and I’m confident that I’m in love with this woman. Fallen. Obsessed.

Just like my father.

And just like him, I want to brand my name into this woman’s moans, into her sighs so it’s the only name she’ll ever be able to call again. I want to carve myself on her heart and invade the essence of her soul with my own.

My lips break from hers with a little nip that makes her breath hitch. In response, my balls tighten, dick throbbing. It’s been ages since I’ve gone so long without sex, and even though I have no intention to go there tonight, my body has ideas. No, it has demands.

I start to kiss down her throat, sucking at her collarbone and kissing the hollow of her throat when she tips her head back to sigh my name. In the moonlight, she’s exquisite. A goddess sent to tempt the devil from the deep of his lair—a promise of his destruction he can’t refuse or deny.

My hands find the hem of her tank top and I push back to watch her body as I slowly push her shirt up, exposing inch after inch of perfectly smooth, naturally tanned flesh. I want to lick every inch of her. Taste her.Devastate her.

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