Devil You Hate (The Diavolo Crime Family 1)

I lift her chin so I can look down at her. Her lush pink lips only inches from the tiny drops of pre-cum already leaking out of me. “If you put your mouth on me. I want to feel you fight me as you take me into your body. Feel your anger bleed out of you and be replaced with something else entirely.”

Her eyelids shutter for a moment as she contemplates my words. I continue, though, wanting more of that fire in her eyes before I take her. “Besides, I made you come, hard, if I’m any judge, and now you owe me a thank you, and I believe your mouth will do nicely.”

Oh, yes. Color splashes across her cheeks as she grips me tighter. I bite back a groan before it can escape.

“You enjoy fighting me, stellina. Every second closer to the submission, you know I’ll take, only turns you on more. Lick it… but I promise, if you bite me, you will regret it immediately,” I grit through my teeth.

She’s panting through her nose, her nostrils flaring wide as she glares up the line of my body. But her fingers still flex around my aching cock, and she keeps tracing her lips with her tongue, obviously contemplating her next move.

After some sort of internal struggle, she presses up onto her knees to get the right angle and gently—so fucking gently—touches the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock. I don’t bother fighting the groan this time, letting it roll through me.

Her eyes go wide with shock, and she leans in carefully, taking only the crown between her lips and clamping down softly. I peer down at her, and dammit to all hell, she looks so fucking perfect with my cock in her mouth. The only thing that would look better is watching my cum dribble out of her cunt. I can’t think about that, though, not right now, and probably not ever. She isn’t mine to keep, touch, or play with.

“Fucking harder.” The icy edge to my voice makes her jump. “I’m not one of your little bitch boyfriends who will come from the first brush of a woman’s mouth, and believe me, you were playing with boys before. It’s time for you to learn what a man will do for you.”

She pulls away and glares. “Maybe I will. Once I’m finished with you.”

I take her chin in my hand and squeeze it tight. It’s more about asserting my dominance than fighting her mouthy rant. “Suck my cock before I simply fuck your face. Which I’ll do anyway. I’m only giving you a few minutes to get used to me first. Don’t test my generosity.”

Defiance and fury reach a new high, and I revel in her misery as I shove her face away. Once she resettles between my feet, she takes hold of me again with more force than before, and I grab the back of her head and take her soft hair into my fist and pull her toward me.

She drapes her mouth over me again and slides her tongue along the underside of my shaft as she presses forward.

I hiss out a breath. “Yes.”

With my control stretching taut on thin threads, I keep hold of her head and let her express her frustration with her mouth. Despite my warning, she scrapes her teeth against the crown of my cock gently, making stars shoot from behind my eyes.

“Watch your fucking teeth, or I’ll pull them out one by one,” I warn. “Use both hands.”

She immediately clamps both of her hands onto the base of my cock and tries to find a rhythm between them. Her inexperience makes it all the better for her enthusiasm, despite the fight in her eyes.

“Meet your mouth with your hands, and you’ll find the rhythm you’re looking for,” I offer.

She rounds her gaze up to glare at me but follows my instruction and catches the pattern she chased unsuccessfully before.

I’m fighting the urge to shove deeper, harder, faster, to use her mouth and throat to come. My knees are shaking with the effort to keep myself in check and standing up straight. It won’t last long, but I can give her these few minutes.

I tighten my grip on her hair and study her from this angle. The soft slope of her nose leads down to her plush lips. There’s even the slightest dusting of freckles across the top of her cheekbones I hadn’t noticed before. It’s something she’s always hid under makeup when in public. Her eyebrows are strong over her big eyes. Never overdone like the girls Soo picks up and brings home occasionally.

But I love the silky weight of her hair in my hands the most. I flex my fingers through it and take another fistful. She whimpers against me, and I realize I’ve shoved deeper into her mouth in my reverie. And fuck, it feels good.