Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

I shook my head. “So fucking arrogant.”

“It’s not arrogance when it’s the truth.”

“As reckless as you are, you think you won’t mess up?”

“Now you sound like my cousin. Considering what I’m about to do to you, that’s not who I want to be thinking about.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean what you’re about to do?” His hand went to his fly, and he popped the button. “Devil?”

I hated how his smug smile made my dick twitch. “We need to seal the bargain.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

He laughed. “You’re right. That’s a dumb excuse, but if you think I’m leaving here without feeling your tight ass around my cock, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

Was he serious? Did I really want to bottom for him?

God yes.

“What if I want to be the one in control?”

He snorted. “You’d have to subdue me. I’m game for it if you want to try.”

If I got the upper hand, would he let me fuck him? Was I going to try?

He picked up his holster and looked at me. “Do you need to be held at gunpoint to get off? No kink shaming if you do. I think it’s fairly clear I’m up for anything.”

Was he ever going to stop surprising me? “No, I don’t need… I just…”

“Do you trust me?” he asked. It was a ridiculous question. Why should I trust him? And yet, I did. He could have killed me. He could have done anything to me, but he was asking me what I needed.

“Do I trust you to fuck me? Yes. To not fuck me over later? I’m still not sure.”

He grinned, and I breathed freely for the first time since I’d nearly passed out from the mind blowing orgasm he’d given me. I tilted my head toward the hall. “Bedroom’s that way.”

6

Devil

I headed down the hall to the spartanly furnished bedroom I’d seen earlier when I was searching the place. Nothing about Joe’s house made it seem like a home. The walls of his bedroom were light beige, and there was a worn gray comforter askew on his unmade bed. There were no pictures on the walls, nothing to personalize it. That made me feel sorry for him, which was stupid. I was here to use him to help Lucien. What difference did it make to me if he wanted to sleep in the most neutral room ever?

I ran a hand over the sheets. They were surprisingly soft. At least he gave himself that tiny luxury. “If I’d known this was your bed when I was in here before, I might have been waiting for you in it.”

“Would your friend have watched or stayed in the kitchen?”

I laughed. “Marco and I aren’t that kind of friends.”

He nodded. “I don’t suppose I could see him playing with the crowd you were with last night.”

I snorted. “I’m not friends with those people either.”

“You seemed friendly enough.”

“Jealous?”

“Why should I be? You’re here, aren’t you?”

“I am, and I’m getting more impatient by the second. Strip and get the fuck on the bed.”

Joe glared at me, and the defiance in his eyes made me want him even more. “No.”

I grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall. “How do you want this?”

“I didn’t think I got a choice?”

“If you’d rather fight, we can do that. It could be a hell of a lot of fun.”

“What if I said I wanted you to fuck off?”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’d ignore you because you don’t.”

“How the fuck do you know what I want?”

I reached down and grabbed his cock. “Because you sucked my cock like you were dying for it. Because you let me have you however I wanted.”

“I was tied to a fucking chair. How was I supposed to stop you?”

I raised my brows and stared at him. “I freed your hands. You’re a resourceful man and pretty damn strong too.” I ran my hand down his arm, caressing the curve of his bicep.

“Tell me what you want. It’s just you and me here. For tonight, you can have anything you want: an enemy eliminated, a high-profile case given to you, my dick pounding your ass.”

“Murphy’s not just an enemy. He’s a dirty cop, and he doesn’t belong in the department.”

“He’s a man standing in the way of your career. That right there makes him dirty enough.”

“He doesn’t give a fuck about justice or the victims in his cases. All he cares about are easy answers and the money he gets on the side.”

“I can make him disappear, but I don’t give a fuck about that right now.” I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed, remembering how much he’d loved that the night before. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”

He licked his lips, and this time when his eyes met mine, there was a softness there, a vulnerability. It made my cock throb.