Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

“I’m not letting you fuck me.”

I had a feeling that was exactly what he hoped I’d do. “I was thinking more along the lines of me rewarding you with a fuck for agreeing to make the charges against Lucien disappear.” His eyes widened, and he licked his lips.

“You like that idea.”

“No. That’s… Just no.”

This would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t like this fucking cop. And even easier than that if I wasn’t determined to have him again before I walked away. “All right. How about you let me fuck you because you want it? I like that even better. I’ll play the big, bad criminal driving into the cop’s tight ass while he begs me for more. Should I make you beg for your life while I’m doing it?”

He glared at me. “You are a big, bad criminal. That’s not roleplay.”

I laughed. “True. Roleplay is fun and all, but it’s even better when it’s all real. Promise to get the charges dropped, and I’ll untie you so you can fight me while I fuck you.”

“I want justice for Lily.”

“Lucien didn’t kill her. He doesn’t kill innocent women.” It shouldn’t matter, but I needed Daniels to believe me.

He stared at me, eyes locked with mine, the blue darker than I’d ever seen it. There was anger there, and lust, and something else… something desperate. “You’re telling the truth.”

“I am.” I fought not to show my relief. I was supposed to be the one in control, but I felt vulnerable.

“For once.” I couldn’t argue that. Unless I was with Angelo, I was just as likely to lie as tell the truth. It was uncomfortable as hell to have someone look at me so deeply. I needed to get my control back.

I leaned forward and braced myself on the arms of his chair. “Now it’s your turn to tell the truth. You want me inside you, bargain or no bargain.”

He pressed his lips together like he was afraid of the words that might come out of his mouth. I rubbed the heel of my hand against his erection. “I don’t need words. This doesn’t lie.”

I knelt between his legs and looked up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The confusion on his face made me smile.

I reached for his fly, popped the button, and lowered the zipper. “What does a man normally do for you when he gets on his knees?”

“You’re going to suck me off while I’m tied to a chair?”

“It’s hardly the craziest thing we’ve done.”

He exhaled harshly. “That should really worry me.”

“Should it?”

“Yes, but do you know what’s fucking crazy?”

“Me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, but I meant the fact that I don’t give a fuck.”

“That’s good. I think you’re about out of fucks. That’s why you’re not sleeping. You need to recharge your fuck bank. I can help you with that.”

“Because you don’t care about anything?”

His words stung, and I hated that he had the power to do that. There were things I cared about, but it was easier to pretend I didn’t. It was hard to protect people if everyone knew your weaknesses. “You know what I do care about?”

“What?”

“Pleasure.”

He groaned when I pulled his cock out. “I thought we were making a bargain.”

I skimmed a finger down his hard length. “We’re too distracted. We need to take the edge off first.”

I ran my finger over his slit, collecting a drop of precum. I held his gaze as I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean. He shivered, and my cock went from interested to ready to burst through my jeans.

“How the fuck do you do this?”

“Well, I take my mouth and wrap it around your cock, then—”

“You’re such a fucking asshole. I meant make me forget everything but sex?”

“I’m just that good.” I swiped my tongue over the tip of his cock, moaning as I tasted more precum. He jerked and tugged against the ties.

“Free my hands.”

“Fuck no. I’m in charge.”

“When is it going to be my turn?”

I grinned up at him as I swirled my tongue around his head. “Never.”

5

Joe

I smiled at Devil. “Don’t be so sure of that.”

Even as I said the words, I knew this couldn’t happen again. I was going to indulge myself with him one more time. Then I’d make a literal bargain with the devil. Once he helped me and I helped him, we’d be done with each other unless I had the pleasure of arresting him at a future date.

That reliable gut instinct of mine told me I was wrong, that we were far from done. Part of me hoped that meant I would get my turn. Another part of me hoped that, for once, my instincts were wrong, and Devil and I wouldn’t cross paths again. He was dangerous, not because he was a member of a powerful mafia family but because of what he made me feel.