Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

“I fucking hate you.”

“Likewise.”

I still had my gun in my hand as I walked over to the nightstand. “You got condoms and lube in here?”

“Yes,” he spat as if I’d forced the word from him.

“I mean if you’d prefer me not to—”

“Fuck no. Get them out.”

“I think you forgot who’s giving the orders.”

“I’m fucking serious, Devil.”

I smiled as I pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. I removed my holster and laid it and my gun on the nightstand. “I think you know I don’t need a weapon to subdue you. I don’t need anything but my hands on your cock.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

I smiled as I settled on the bed and popped the lube open. “Maybe, but I’m the asshole you want.”

“Why? What is this fucked up shit between us?”

“I don’t think we want to analyze that.” I pushed two slick fingers into him, driving past his resistance.

He groaned. “Oh fuck.”

“Let me in. I don’t have much patience.” I worked my fingers in and out. His passage squeezed like a vise. “Fuck, you’re tight. Has it been a long time?”

“I don’t usually bottom.”

“You do with me, and you’re going to fucking love it.”

I let my fingers slip from his ass. “You’re going to need to relax and breathe unless you like pain. It’s fine with me if you do, by the way. Fight me all you like, but I’m going to take what I want.”

“Just do it.”

I grinned. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t have any more patience for long prep sessions than I do. You like to get right down to business, don’t you? You don’t care if it hurts. You don’t care if you have to fight your way through it.” I pushed his legs up onto his chest. “Keep them there.”

He snarled, but he grabbed his legs under his knees.

“I fucking told you to keep your hands above your head.”

“I’m tired of the games.”

“No, you’re fucking not. You love this. You love playing the righteous cop and the big, bad mafia man.”

“Shut the fuck up. You know you’re only required to use your cock, not your mouth, right?”

I laughed. “What would be the fun in that? Sex with no dirty talk? Boring.”

“I’ve had sex with no words at all. You should try it sometime.”

“You would fucking hate that with me.”

“Are you so bad at it you have to distract your partners by running your fucking mouth?”

I rolled on a condom and lubed up before taking my cock in hand and teasing the edge of his hole. “You got it backwards, babe. I’m so fucking good I have to distract them with words, or they might just pass out from the pleasure.”

“Or the way you love to fucking choke them.”

I reached up and wrapped a hand around his throat. “Like this?”

His eyes widened as I squeezed tighter and thrust, pushing my cock into him. His tight channel squeezed me as strongly as it had my fingers, but as I tightened my grip on his throat, he relaxed enough for me to ease forward. Fuck, he really was kinky.

I didn’t care if it burned. I didn’t care if he thought I’d actually split him in two, but I didn’t want to damage him. I kept up the pressure on his throat as I drove deeper. He gripped my arm, trying to push it away.

I waited another second, then I let go. He gasped, sucking in air, and his hands went to his throat, rubbing where I’d squeezed him.

I pulled back slightly and thrust hard, driving myself the rest of the way in. I took hold of his wrists, pressing them against the mattress and holding him in place as I fucked him. It felt every bit as good as I’d known it would. Having him there under me, giving himself to me, and the look in his eyes—lust mixed with hate—was almost enough to make me come. I wasn’t ready to end this, though, so I held myself back.

I wasn’t likely to get a repeat of this night. Even I had better sense than to think seeing Joe again would be a good idea. A man this perfectly suited to me, a man who could give me everything I wanted in bed, might make me sloppy. He might be able to get me to reveal things a cop had no business knowing.

That meant I had to enjoy every fucking second I had with him. He wrapped his legs around me and lifted his hips to meet my thrusts.

“You love this, don’t you? You love having me pound your ass, being taken by me, controlled.”

“I told you I fucking hate you.”

“I know, but you don’t hate what I do to you. Tell me how much you want it.”

I let go of one of his wrists and reached for his cock, using his precum to help slick the way for me as I began to jerk him off while I fucked him mercilessly. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”