“Your hands are cuffed together, Devil. That’s a serious disadvantage.”
“I’ve used a gun in trickier situations.”
Did he truly think he couldn’t be killed? “I’m fucking serious.”
“I wasn’t worried about myself. I thought you were going to put yourself in danger.”
“When are you going to get it? I’m just as worried about your safety as you are about mine.”
He kissed me then, yanking my head back as he slid his hands into my hair holding me just like he wanted me. I wrapped a leg around him, trying to climb him, needing him pressed fully against me. He pushed me hard against the wall, holding me there until I got my legs around his waist.
“I don’t need hands for this,” he murmured against my lips as he thrust against me, fitting our cocks together. I was desperate to come again. What this man did to me was insane.
He ran his lips along my neck, sucking at my skin. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access. I wanted to control this, to control him, to show him that even though we were married, even though I was a Marchesi now, he couldn’t control everything we did. I also wanted to give in and let him own me because it felt so fucking good to be in his arms and have him support me as if I weighed nothing. He was the strongest man I’d ever met. I should have known the safety handle couldn’t hold him, but he’d let himself be restrained because I wanted it.
Devil lifted his arms over my head and gripped my chin. “You want to be in control? You want to take me, use me, punish me?”
I nodded slowly, my mouth hanging open as I sucked in air. At that point, I wanted anything I could have from him. I didn’t need to prove anything, and he didn’t either. We were perfect for each other. We would fight and struggle, but we would enjoy every minute of it.
He slowly moved back, and I unwrapped my legs from his waist, managing to stand on my own. He smiled at me, making my heart skip a beat before he went to his knees. “I’m yours. I’ll do anything you say.”
13
Devil
I stared up at Joe, heart slamming against my chest. I felt like my body couldn’t contain all the feelings I had for him. Every fucking thing he did to me felt so good, so perfect. I didn’t regret surrendering to him. The way he made me let go when he fucked me was incredible. Why did I ever fight it?
Joe cupped my face and stroked his thumb over my cheekbone. “You need to fight. It’s in your nature. You need danger to get your adrenaline pumping. That’s why you crave it so much.”
How had he known what I was thinking? “I didn’t just say something out loud, did I?” Had he literally made me insane with need?
“No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Before I could question that, he continued. “Get on the bed, facedown, hands over your head.”
I held out my bound wrists. “You’re not going to take these off?”
“Not yet. I’m going to see if I can find something to tie them to the headboard. If I had a spreader bar, I’d use it on your ankles.”
“Fuck, Joe. I’m ordering one as soon as were done.”
“Of course you are. You better go do as I say, or it’s only going to get worse for you.”
I started to stand, but he pushed me back down.
“One more thing. Bring your knees under you,” he ordered. “No rubbing your cock on the bed.”
“You know I can come without being touched, right?”
“Fuck yes, but you only do it for me.”
Arrogant bastard. I flipped him off, then slowly rose to my feet, wanting him to take a good, long look. As I walked out of the bathroom, I deliberately tightened my glutes to show off my perky ass. I had no doubt Joe was going to redden the hell out of it before he fucked me. I was so ready for that.
I positioned myself facedown, the way Joe had ordered me to, but I laid flat against the bed and worked my hips, driving my rock-hard cock into the mattress.
Seconds later, Joe brought his hand down on my ass with a loud crack, and I jumped.
“Fuck.”
“Knees under you.”
He used a t-shirt to tie the cuffs to one of the bedposts, forcing me to lie diagonally across the huge bed. I kept working myself on the mattress, and he spanked me over and over.
I writhed, arching up into his hand. “So good.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Joe said as he kept going, making it really sting. It hurt like hell, but Joe knew I loved that. He might say he wanted to punish me, but he knew we both loved it.