Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

I shouldn’t have followed him the night before, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have let him see how much I wanted him.

He took my cock into his mouth, and I forgot all about what I shouldn’t do. I forgot everything but the hot clasp of his throat around me as he swallowed me all the way down, holding me deep in his throat until I was sure he had to be out of air. I wanted to grab the sides of his head and hold him against me even longer, to choke him with my cock, thrust myself into him over and over, and watch tears track down his cheeks. But even when it should be him serving me, he had me trapped.

He sucked me harder, and I bucked up into his mouth. The chair tipped and Angelo shoved it back down, never missing a beat. He hummed around me and did some magical thing with his tongue. No matter how hard I tried to stay still, I couldn’t. I needed to fuck his face. He pulled back and teased my head.

I thought I might die if he didn’t take me back down and make me come. How did this man make me so fucking hot? I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t want his mouth on me, but right then I didn’t care who he was or what he wanted from me.

He worked his tongue into my slit, and I squirmed. “Fuck, that’s—”

He pulled off and looked up, his gaze meeting mine. “I fucking love how you respond to me.”

I jerked on the ties binding my wrists. I needed to be free. I needed to drive into that hot mouth of his to shut him up.

Devil caught both chair arms and held me with the chair balanced on two legs. His arm muscles tensed with the strain, and I wanted to run my tongue over them. I needed to know how he tasted.

He pulled away from me and came to his feet, letting the chair tip back even farther as he stepped behind it. If he let go, I would crash to the floor and probably break my arms.

“Devil.”

“I got you.” The asshole fucking winked, then he let go with one hand. Somehow he still held me in place. How fucking strong was he?

He used his free hand to pull a knife from his back pocket. I tensed when he flicked it open, my heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

He reached behind me, and I felt the cool metal of the knife against my wrist. I might get off on danger, but I wasn’t up for fucking knife play. I held my breath, bracing for pain.

His hand moved. I heard a snap, then my hands were free. The knife hit the floor, and Devil grabbed the other arm of the chair again.

I reached for him, closing my hands around his biceps. I felt them flex as he lowered the chair backwards. “Watch your head.”

I tucked my chin as he lowered me all the way to the floor. I reached for my ankles, the instinct to free myself too strong to ignore.

Devil knelt behind my head and grabbed my arms, pinning them to the floor. “I only let your hands go so you wouldn’t break your arms when you hit the floor.”

“How fucking kind of you.”

“Isn’t it? Keep your arms where they are, or I’ll forget to be nice.”

He let go and rose on his knees so he could shove his pants down. He wiggled around until they were at his ankles. I stared at his muscular thighs and his thick cock, which was hard as fuck, the tip damp with precum. I wanted to taste him like he had me, but I kept my arms where they were, afraid he would stop if I didn’t. I had to find out what crazy-ass thing he planned to do next.

“Open up,” he ordered as he straddled my face and lowered his cock toward my mouth. I did what he said and raised my head up, groaning as I lapped at the precum dripping from his slit. I opened my mouth, and he pushed into me. I swallowed around him, taking him deep.

He groaned as he took my cock back into his mouth. As he sucked me, he thrust into my mouth, choking me and making me sputter. I grasped his hips and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He drove into me mercilessly while taking my cock as deep as he could.

I struggled to free myself as I lifted my hips, trying to go even deeper down his throat. The ecstasy of his mouth around me mixed with the fear he’d cut my air off for too long was driving me insane. I was going to come any second if he kept it up.