Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3)

“Me,” she rasped.

He clucked his tongue. “So fucking stubborn.” He tightened his hold minutely. Her body

tensed. “You want me to take you to the edge to prove a point, Gia? I could.” He released her.

“But I want your submission to be completely voluntary.” He took a few steps away from her and turned to meet her co

nfusion filled gaze. “Are you coming to the bedroom, or are you going to deny yourself just to spite me?”

She nibbled her bottom lip and took a few steps toward him.

The small gesture spoke volumes. Little by little, he was chipping away at her defenses.

Tonight, he planned on cracking the code to the bank. She reached his side. He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her with him to the bedroom he’d begun to think of as theirs.

“Take your panties off and sit on the edge of the bed.”

She watched him with eyes full of caution, but complied.

The slight bend in her will meant everything. He was getting through to her. “Pull up your dress. I want to see that pretty pussy.”

She barred her neatly shaven pussy and he licked his lips. “I can already taste that sweetness in my mouth. Spread those lips for me.” Her hands shook as she pulled them apart. He strode over and knelt in front of her. “Look at how you glisten.” He trailed a finger through her moisture. “Look at how your cream coats my finger.” He sucked his finger into his mouth and hummed. “Delicious. But I think we can make you wetter than that, don’t you? Roll over and show me that ass.” She moved down on all fours and he ran his hands over her smooth skin.

She pushed back toward him.

“You like it when I play with your ass, don’t you, baby?” She remained silent. He slapped

her ass cheeks and she cried out. “Answer me, Gia. You like it when I play with your ass.”

“Yes.” She clutched the sheets and circled her hips in the air.

He licked her smooth skin and she bucked her hips. Nipping at her flesh, he worked his way down to her center. He cupped her ass, massaging as he buried his face between her legs and licked her slit. He hummed, and penetrated her wet center with his tongue, beginning a slow rhythm. She thrust back, requesting more, and he brought his hands up to pin her body to the bed.

He’d come to realize sex was a language to her. After all she’d been through, he understood why it was how she communicated. Tonight, he was going to make sure she understood she

wasn’t going to get what she wanted until she admitted to herself and him that this was so much more.

“Oh, Lefty.”

He pulled away. “Say my name.”

“Colm.”

“That’s right, baby,” He nipped her ass and returned to his meal. When his name became a

chant, he stopped.

“No,” she cried out.

“You ready to give me those words?”

“No?” He flipped her over and spread her legs. He flicked her clit and she cried. Their

gazes met. Her eyes were hazy and filled with a myriad of emotions. He plunged two fingers inside her and stirred. Her lids lowered to half-mast. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her dress. Propped up on her elbows with her hair wild and her face flushed, she was a beautiful mess. A mystery he wanted to get to the bottom of.

Beads of sweat formed on her brow. She bunched the sheets in her fists as she moved with

his strokes. Her walls tightened around him.