Devil You Hate (The Diavolo Crime Family 1)

I shouldn’t fight when I have something to lose.

14

Nic

Nothing beats the sight of a little virgin after her first greedy orgasm.

I untie her from the bed frame, even though I wouldn’t mind keeping her like this.

She swipes a tear away, thinking I didn’t catch the soft brush of her fingers against her delicate cheekbones. I don’t care. I’m not supposed to care.

I shove back off the bed to stand. My cock is an iron bar standing at attention in my pants, and I need a moment to get myself under control, or I’ll risk lying myself back down and plowing into her wet heat.

The feeling of her pussy clenching around my fingers is burned into my memory. Whatever idiot called her an ice queen obviously knew nothing about how to get the little princess going. I’m learning how sweet she can be when given orders, even if she hates herself for loving every second.

Even now, as she stares away from me like she doesn’t care, her knees are still quaking from the aftermath of her release. I want to see it again, watch all her control uncoil in a wave of need and emotion.

“Stellina,” I say sharply.

Her gaze flashes to mine, as if daring me to call her out on her tears. Her pillowy lips press into a firm line before she says, “I guess you won. Go on, gloat.”

I shake my head and tug her by the ankle, bringing her closer to me. In our efforts, she’d ridden up toward the top of the bed, almost out of my reach. “Why would I need to rub it in your face? I already know you aren’t going anywhere. You seem to be the only one not quite understanding that fact.”

She presses her lips into a thin line and glances over my shoulder. Another move of defiance, pretending I don’t mean enough to her to maintain eye contact during a conversation. I want to grab her by the throat and force her to look me in the eyes, force her to see the bad that lays in front of her feet.

So I do just that. I use the opportunity to pounce, pressing every firm inch of my body against hers while my hand circles her slender throat.

Her body trembles in my grasp, and I revel in her fear. I speak softly into her face. “I’m not to be dismissed like I’m dirt beneath your feet. You should be grateful you’re in this room with clothing and warmth. I could make your stay here a hell of a lot worse, princess.”

My eyes trail over her face, and there is no denying how beautiful she is. Maybe, just maybe, if I wasn’t so hell-bent on revenge, I would give in to temptation and allow my cock a small sampling, but to do that would be stupid. It would sacrifice everything I’ve worked hard for, and for what? A piece of virgin pussy? Ha, I think not.

“When I’m speaking to you, you will pay attention to what I have to say. Nod if you understand me.”

The erratic beat of her heart pounds against my forearm, where it lies across her sternum, right between her breasts. So full and lush they beg to be tasted. Her nipples are hard little diamonds beckoning me onward. It would be so easy to suck one into my mouth. To flick the tight little nub with my tongue until she is nothing but a writhing mess beneath my feet. I shake the thought away before it can sink its claw any deeper into my subconscious. Not today, maybe when she’s had a few more lessons to learn about respect.

After a couple seconds without a wilting stare or backlash from her mouth, I give her throat a gentle squeeze, loving the way it feels in my grasp, and ease off her again, rising back up to stand between her thighs.

She feels around the bed looking for her shirt, but I snatch her wrist in my palm and tug her attention back. “We aren’t quite through here.”

With a tug of her bottom lip between her teeth, she drags her dark gaze up my body to my face, carefully skipping the still hard swell of my dick in my slacks before returning. She’s more curious and needy than she’d ever admit out loud.

Since she doesn’t seem brave enough, I gently place her hand around my erection, which’s still tucked tight into my pants. The dash of her eyes to clash with mine shoots a sizzle through me. A mere spark compared to the fierce need in my gut. When I release the back of her hand, she leaves it but doesn’t move a muscle.

“Breathe,” I say and gently brush stray strands of hair off her face. “You can fight all you want with your words, but your body will betray you every single time. It’s the way you sucked in your breath just now—” I trace my thumb over her chest bone. She’s so delicate. Oh, how easily she would break. “It’s the way your heart is pounding so hard I can see it under your skin right here.”