Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

I groaned. “You’re so fucking twisted.”

He started to speak, and I squeezed his cock again. He arched his back, pushing his ass against me like he was trying to take me even deeper.

I gave him what he wanted, fucking him hard and deep. He folded his arms on the wall and laid his head against them, muffling his grunts and whimpers as I used him thoroughly.

I gripped his cock and started working him, using his precum to slick his shaft. If we were at home, I would draw this out, keep him right on the edge as long as I could, but we were taking an insane risk doing this here. The thrill of danger combined with the heat of his ass, his willing surrender to me, and the knowledge that he loved me was too much. I was seconds from coming.

I moved my hand faster. “Spill for me, Devil. Show me how much you need this.”

He worked his hips, thrusting his cock against my hand. The desperate sounds he was trying to hide told me he was close.

I twisted my wrist in a movement I knew he loved. Seconds later he groaned as he came, coating my hand with spunk. He turned his head so he could look at me, and the ecstasy on his face was all I needed. I drove deep into him and came, reveling in the knowledge that I was marking him as mine.

When I came down from the high of climax, I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me, so I braced myself on the wall and wrapped an arm around Devil’s waist.

He dropped his head back onto my shoulder. “Fuck that was good.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk down that fire escape anytime soon.”

Devil laughed. “Putting me in my place takes a lot of energy.”

“True, but it’s worth it, and you know you needed it.”

“I did, but sometimes you do too.”

I kissed the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I love it just as much as you loved this.”

“I’m staying with you tonight by the way.”

I wanted him to. What would it be like if we could sleep together every night? “How are we going to work this out? If you can’t tell your family, and I—”

“We’re not talking about that tonight. We’re going to go back to your place, and we’re going to curl up together and pretend the world outside doesn’t exist.”

I started to protest, then stopped myself. I didn’t need to sabotage this. “I like that plan.”

“You’d better because it’s a fucking good one.”

“Since you usually just make whatever impulsive choice comes to you, I guess I should be happy you have a plan.”

Devil huffed. “I had a plan for tonight. I didn’t just say those words to you on impulse. Maybe I only started planning it tonight, but still…”

I grinned. “Any planning is impressive coming from you. Be careful, or you might make me feel really special.”

“Fuck off.”

I kissed his neck again. “Do you think you can stand up now?”

“Maybe.” We both succeeded, and once we’d rearranged our clothes as best we could, we climbed back down to street level.

As we approached Devil’s bike, I realized riding behind him while sticky with cum wasn’t going to feel much better than riding home with a hard-on, but fucking him on the roof had totally been worth it. When we’d been up there, Devil had seemed so happy, like he was free of all that usually weighed him down. I wanted to be able to make him feel like that all the time.

I considered our options on the way home. Once we were showered and tucked into bed, I told him one of them. “I could quit and go into the private sector. That would make things easier for us.”

Devil shook his head. “No. You joined the police force because it meant something to you. You like being a detective.”

I shook my head. “Not always.”

“Are you telling me you’d be happier working as a private investigator or doing security or whatever?”

I started to speak, but he glared at me. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I don’t know, but neither of us is going to be happy if we keep having to hide like this, especially you. I know how close you are to your family.”

Devil sighed. “I’m not going to give up who I am to be with you. I am a Marchesi, and I’m part of the family business. If I won’t change, it’s not fair of me to ask you to either.”

I really didn’t deserve this man. He might be a fucking criminal, but no one had ever cared about me like he did. “Then what do we do?”

“I don’t know. I wish I did.”

But we’re not supposed to talk about that tonight, remember? You’re breaking the rules. Does that mean I need to punish you?”