Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

“I guess I was wrong.” I pulled out almost all the way and very slowly sank back into him. I was nearly as desperate to come as he was, but no matter how hard it was to hold back, it would be worth it.

It would have been hard enough to do this if I had a condom on, but being bare inside him, feeling the heat as the slick walls of his ass squeezed my cock was almost too much. One thing Devil and I had in common was that we were both very fucking stubborn.

I pulled all the way out, braced myself on my arms, and leaned over him. “What if I just walked away? What if I never let you come?”

His gaze held mine. “You won’t do that.”

“How can you be so sure? Are you willing to risk it? Do you need me to come inside you, to mark my territory?”

17

Devil

He was abso-fucking-lutely right. I wanted to know I was his. It might be crazy, and it might be impossible, but we belonged together. “You need it as much as I do.”

“I’m not as impulsive as you are. I have self-control. I could walk away and leave you to jerk off every night, thinking of me, never having it as good as this again.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing? Thinking about me every time you wrap your hand around your cock.” God, I hoped so.

“It’s what we’ve both been doing, and you know it.”

I wanted to tell him he was wrong, but I couldn’t. Fuck. If I couldn’t lie to him anymore, I was really in deep shit.

“It’s what we’re going to have to do in the future,” Joe said. “We can’t keep this up. Someone is going to figure it out.”

I didn’t think I could walk away from him again. “Why do they have to?”

“You really think your family won’t find out you came to see me about the case. Do you really think you can keep hiding this from them? They have connections everywhere. The more we see each other, the greater the chance they’ll figure out the connection between us.”

I loved my family, but in that moment, I wished we weren’t so close. “I don’t want to talk about my family now.”

“I don’t either, but sooner or later this will all come crashing down on us. You’re a murderer and a suspect in a case I’m in charge of. This is so fucking wrong.”

His words made my chest ache. I reached up and brushed my fingers over his cheek. “But it’s also so fucking right.”

I cupped the back of Joe’s head and pulled him down. He resisted at first, but then he gave in and let me pull him in for our first kiss. When his lips touched mine, it felt like heaven, more intimate than being inside him.

Our kiss was tender. Joe brushed his lips across mine, then I ran my tongue along his bottom lip. Once he opened his mouth, I was lost. We held on like we were trying to devour each other. Our tongues pushed at one another. We used our teeth, sucking, biting, taking until I thought I would lose my mind if I couldn’t have Joe inside me again.

Seconds later, he pulled back and stared down at me, his eyes large and dark. “Fuck waiting. I need you now.”

“Yes. God yes.”

He worked my cock as he pounded into me, and it felt so fucking good. I laid my hand over his, trying to force him to go faster. He drove his cock into me and held himself there. His sweat dripped onto my chest as he hung over me. I could barely get air into my lungs. I was so fucking close. I wasn’t sure I could keep letting him control this.

“Hands over your head,” he demanded. “Grab the pillow and don’t let go.”

“Finish this,” I snarled.

“Not until you obey.”

I wanted this, but I also wanted to fight him. “I don’t take orders.”

“Then you don’t get to come.”

He grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms up. I struggled but not enough to keep him from pinning me to the mattress. His eyes were wide, his mouth open. He was fucking loving this, and so was I. He squeezed my wrists hard, and I hoped there would be bruises.

He drove into me hard enough to make me groan. “Take it,” he demanded. “Take it all. I’m going to fill you with my cum. I’m going to make you mine.”

Those words pushed me right to the edge. Was this still a game or was he serious? Did he want me to be his? Because I sure as fuck wanted to make him mine. I knew he could soothe my restlessness and fulfill my need for danger. But how could we have anything but some clandestine fucks? He couldn’t do his job and be with me, and I couldn’t be the man my family expected me to be, the man I wanted to be, if I was with him.