Devil You Hate (The Diavolo Crime Family 1)

The thought punches its way through the lust, and I freeze underneath him. Sensing my tension, he jerks up and stares down into my face.

He cups my pussy through my panties. “Every orgasm, every little whimper from your sweet lips belongs to me. And when you come, crashing into a million pieces, your pretty little pussy gushing against my hand, that’s mine too. Every drop of your sweet orgasm belongs to me.

It’s not a whimper he wrings out of me, but a full body shudder. He rips my panties to the side and threads his fingers along my wet skin. The wind across the field raises goosebumps up my legs. He takes his time exploring, tracing the contours of my pussy with his fingers as if he is memorizing every inch of my bare flesh.

It feels like forever before he nudges my opening, dipping in only enough to cause me to clench around nothing, my body yearning for more. Always more.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he whispers in my ear, his hips bucking against the seam of my inner thigh as he threads his fingers into my body inch by delicious inch.

Another whimper escapes, and I delve my fingers into his hair. It’s thick and soft at the nape of his neck. I breathe deeply, sucking in his manly scent. He groans into my shoulder and then shoves the last couple of inches inside me with those fucking clever fingers.

When he anchors himself over me to stare down into my eyes, a curl of unease washes through me.

“We’re going to play a game. I’ll ask you a question, and if you answer it correctly, I’m going to make you feel so good. You don’t answer, and I’ll leave you a quivering mess, aching for a release I’ll never let you have. Nod your head if you understand.”

I nod slowly, avoiding eye contact, so he doesn’t spy the urge to shove him off me, to fight his words and the demands of both our bodies.

“Good girl,” he whispers along the column of my neck, his lips tracing along every sensitive bundle of nerves there. “Let’s start with an easy one. Who do you belong to?”

He punctuates his question by shoving his fingers deeper inside me and twisting his hand so that his thumb grazes my clit.

I shudder. “You.”

He rewards me with another slow thrust of his hips and fingers. “Mmm. Very good.”

We stay locked together for a few long moments. I’m panting with the need to move on his hand, to feel any kind of stimulation.

And when I’m squirming below him again, he brushes his lips over mine. “Let’s try one I think you’ll find a little more difficult. Who does this pussy belong to?”

A groan rolls out of me, unbidden, as he rocks his fingers inside me a little faster this time. I meet his thrusts with my hips, trying to pump on him at the same time he pushes inside. He doesn’t let me. The moment I pant again, he stops moving, leaving me thrusting, and him simply holding steady. My ragged breathing doesn’t even sound like me.

“Yours,” I croak out.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers. So tight, like a goddamn vice. I bet you would feel so good around my dick. I can almost imagine it now, pressing deep inside you and stealing that precious virginity of yours.” His words add to the pleasure threatening to consume, and he continues, “Last question. Answer it correctly, and I’ll let you come. Easy as that.”

A mewling noise escapes my throat, and I slap my hands over my mouth in shock.

He chuckles into my neck then sobers, his tone steel and unrelenting. “Are you going to run from me again?”

His hand stills, and he holds me like a damn grocery bag, two fingers inside me, his thumb pointing up over my clit.

“No. I won’t run again.”

The nuzzle he gives me is almost worth what he’d just stolen. What little hope and fight I had left fizzles with his grasp. He makes good on his promise and puts his hand to work, pumping into me faster while working my clit at the same time. My orgasm sparks inside me before igniting in a full blaze of pleasure. Light swims in and out of my vision, and I drop my head back into his grip. My shout echoes off the surrounding buildings.

He gently pulls his hand from my body and delivers a sharp smack right over my clit. I arch off the ground with a whimper, this time in pain, as my nerves sizzle from the blow to my sensitive bud.

I glare at him, but he’s not looking at me. He shoves off the ground, rips open his belt, digs out the hard length of his cock, and strokes it in one long pull. The groan ripping through him makes me slick all over again.