Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

After spending the morning volunteering with Rob at A Way Forward, Devil and I were at my house, packing up my things. I’d just placed a box on top of the stack in the kitchen when Devil grabbed me from behind and pushed me against the kitchen island.

He glared at me, but there was heat in his eyes. I knew that look. He wasn’t actually angry, but he wanted things rough.

“Get your pants off and get up there.”

I glanced behind me. “On the counter?”

“Fuck yes, on the counter. Have you gotten so domesticated you have to fuck in a bed now?”

For the last several months, Devil and I had been rather civilized. While what we did in our bedroom wasn’t vanilla by any stretch, we couldn’t exactly fuck in the kitchen at his family home.

“Are you going to do what I say, or am I going to have to force you?”

Holding his gaze, I unfastened my pants, shoved them down, and kicked out of my shoes before I hopped up onto the counter.

“That’s better. Now lie back. I need to feast on your ass.”

“Jesus,” I groaned as he pulled my cheeks apart and started to rim me.

He brought me right to the edge with his talented mouth, then he stood and freed his cock. “Don’t move.”

When he came back, he slid one of the towels we’d just packed under my head. “Better.”

I’d been fully healed from my head injury for months, but he was still careful with me.

Devil rummaged around in another box and returned with some olive oil. He poured it on his fingers, and I watched as he smeared it over his cock.

My cock ached with the need to come. “I want you to fucking own me.”

“Fucking right I will,” he growled.

I’d never imagined wanting to totally surrender to someone the way I did with Devil, but it was absolute heaven.

He pinned my legs against my chest and drove into me. From the start he used a harsh, punishing rhythm. I gripped the sides of the island and tried to hold myself steady. Devil held my hips to keep me from sliding off the counter, and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him close.

It was a wild ride, and it was exactly what we both needed. I reached between us to work my cock and came seconds before Devil. He took my mouth in a rough kiss as he pumped his seed inside me.

A few minutes later, he groaned as he pulled out and stepped away. I had to take a few breaths before I could lift myself to a seated position. “Damn, that was good.”

Devil grinned. “Our bed is fine, but there’s something about fucking you anywhere I want that’s so hot. Maybe we need our own house like Angelo and Cam so we can fuck in every room.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “Should I buy you a beach house?”

“You can’t just buy me a house.”

“I can buy you anything I fucking want.”

I shook my head. “You’re already supporting my business, and I’m living in your family’s house, and—”

“There’s no point in taking the risks my family takes to do the shit we do if we can’t enjoy it. I want a place where I can fuck you and no one else will hear, a place where I can do every filthy thing I want to you in every single room.”

“I still don’t think—”

“You can’t say you don’t like the sound of that. Maybe we’ll do some house shopping or apartment shopping or whatever. Think about it. Decide what you want, and I’ll get it for you.”

I stared at him. How did I get this lucky? “Why?”

“Because I fucking love you. And I fucking love fucking you.”

I laughed. “We do that plenty.”

“Yeah, but not like this. Lola would be horrified if I defiled her kitchen. She might beat the shit out of me.”

“I can’t imagine her being violent with anyone.”

“You didn’t see how Angel and I used to test her when we were little.”

“True. I can barely handle you as an adult.”

He laughed. “We were a lot to take”

“You still are.”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wanted me for the danger I could give you from the first time you saw me.”

He was right. I had. “I suppose I have to do something to keep you from jumping off roofs.”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

“You haven’t been as reckless since we’ve been together.”

“I learned some things from you, and you use up a lot of my energy.”

“It’s a good thing my ass can take it.”

“It sure as fuck is.”

“Giorgio called today.” I’d been waiting to tell him, but now when he was all fucked out was as good a time as any.

“He did?”

I tried to read his expression, but he kept his face very neutral. “He’s got a job for me. It’s a stalker case, not something Vigilance usually handles, but this stalker has two former friends—possibly boyfriends—who died under suspicious circumstances, and the man he’s stalking is someone X knows.