The Devil I Hate (Devil's Knights 1)

I rolled my thumb over her clit, and she kissed me harder, whimpering into my mouth.

“Luca,” she whispered.

Just hearing my name awakened the demons inside me. I’d wanted nothing more than Alex. This girl drove me insane. She turned me into an animal with each scream that slipped from her lips.

I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed hard enough to make her gasp. She loved when I choked her right before she was about to come. Three years ago, I promised she would love my brand of pleasure. And as usual, I was right. Alex craved our rough sex, and she became my greatest addiction.

“I know what you did with Marcello,” I said against her lips.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” I added another finger, and she cried out with pleasure. “Did it feel good? Did you like it when my little brother played with your pussy?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“How about now?” I nibbled on her earlobe, thrusting my fingers so hard she screamed. “You like this, baby girl?”

“Yes… Don’t stop, Luca. I’m going to…”

After she came on my fingers, I shoved her shorts down her thighs. She kicked them onto the floor, and I spread her thighs with my hand. Fuck, I loved her body. She wasn’t the same bony girl I’d first met. Time and space from her parents had helped her heal, and she put some meat on her bones, filled out this beautiful body with delicious curves.

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered.

Like a good girl, Alex pulled the shirt over her head and flung it onto the floor. Gripping her hips, I moved her on top of me and leaned my head back against the cushion. She hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me as if we’d never tried to hurt each other.

Her hands shook as she slid my shirt over my shoulders. I flicked the button on my pants, and she rolled down the zipper, adjusting her position on my lap so that she could pull them down to my ankles.

“I missed you,” I whispered between kisses and actually meant it.

My crazy girl made me feel when I was numb. No matter how much I denied my feelings for her, I would always need Alex. She was the angel on my shoulder when the Devil made me sin. And with my girl, I wanted to do a lot of sinning.

Squeezing her ass cheeks, I lifted her just enough to lower her onto my cock. Alex cried out from the sudden pinch. She was so tight as I pushed through her inner walls. So wet and soft I could have died with her in my arms, riding my cock.

“I missed you, too,” she breathed against my neck.

“You’re always so wet for me, baby girl.”

“Yeah,” she moaned, then ran her tongue along my neck. “You like that?”

I thrust into her, my fingers digging into her sweet ass. “You know I do. Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

She kissed my neck a few more times, then pulled her head back, and even though we couldn’t see each other in the dark, I knew she was looking at me. Searching for me. No matter what, we would always find each other. Fate had brought us together, and only fate could tear us apart.

I leaned forward to suck her nipple into my mouth, tugging at her sensitive flesh with my teeth. Her hand fell to the back of my head, fingers tugging at my short hair. Even over the music, I could hear her moans. The room filled with the scent of her, and I damn near lost my fucking mind.

As she rocked her hips to meet mine, I rolled my thumb over her clit, pounded into her harder and faster, taking what I wanted from her.

“Luca,” she whimpered. “Oh, fuck.” She tightened her grip on my hair. “Harder… Yes, yes…”

“Fuck, baby.” I moved my free hand to her throat and pressed my thumb over her windpipe, giving her what she needed.

She clutched my wrist to tighten my grip. Rough and relentless, I fucked her hard enough to imprint my cock in her vagina. Leave my fingerprints on her skin, mark her for everyone to see. Her entire body trembled, her skin hot and slick against mine.

I pulled down her bottom lip with my teeth, tugged hard enough to rip another moan from her pretty lips. “That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for me.”

My name fell from her mouth, and I loved how she said it with a sweet cadence that sounded like a song lyric slipping from her beautiful lips. As if possessed by her moans, I fucked her even harder, bouncing her up and down on my cock. I couldn’t get enough of her pussy. Nine months away from her had been too long. She was my drug, my addiction, and I wanted to be high whenever I was with her. Consumed by her scent, her sounds, the way she felt in my hands. On my cock.