Devil You Hate (The Diavolo Crime Family 1)

I’m about to move out of the way and give him some room when he grabs me and shoves me back down on the dirt, thrusting the two fingers he’d put inside me into my mouth.

“Suck them, clean them off while I take care of this,” he demands.

I blink, both aroused and appalled, but do as he instructs. Tasting the salty sweetness of my arousal while I watch him.

He strokes himself hard and fast, unrelenting and with no reserve. It takes seconds for the first splatter of cum to land on my thighs, and then thick ropes follow, hitting my panties and dress. It’s erotic as hell, and I’m suddenly wet again. When he finishes, his breathing uneven, the spicy, musky scent of him in the air, he leans down and rubs the head of his cock against my clit, cleaning the cum from his body and depositing it on mine.

Then he uses my dress to clean his hands and carefully closes himself back into his pants. Now clean, he shakes himself out and pulls me to my feet by the hand.

“We have to get back; Soo will come hunting soon if we don’t.”

I blink and stare down at my dress; no doubt my hair is mussed, and my makeup has smeared all over my face. “I can’t go in there looking like this.”

He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, fire flickering in his eyes with a lingering promise of something more. “Why not? I want everyone to see what we’ve done, what you’ve done.”

I meant what I said earlier. I really do hate this man, even if a part of me is mystified by him.

As if he knows I will follow, he starts back to the casino, leaving me to pick over the rough ground, barefoot and seething. I may have gotten caught, but soon enough, I’ll be free of this man and his menacing ways.

20

Nic

I want my marks on her skin. To feel the give of her body around mine in every way. Not just her tight as fuck pussy, but her soft hips relenting to my grasp, her mouth taking every inch of me. Her little virgin asshole spread wide around my length.

It’s all I can see in my mind as I sit at my desk the next day. Of course, knowing she is naked, tied to the bed in her room, doesn’t help. I felt like that was a fitting punishment for her running away, for almost escaping me completely. I can’t even think about it, or else I get the urge to take her, mark her, claim her all over again.

The need overcame me last night. I did nothing I regret, except for stopping before I buried myself in her warmth. Even now, something primal in my body demands to take her in ways I’ve never taken a woman. To the edges, I reserve for my own dark fantasies. The way she’d writhed on the ground, rocks and dirt grinding into her skin, she’d delighted in my cruelty. And she’d savored the reward afterward.

It’s not until Soo marches into my office and throws himself into the armchair in front of my desk with a meaningful glare that I push the thought of her soft skin under my hands away completely.

He’s wearing black jeans and a gray T-shirt today. Obviously, not meeting with clients or vendors then. His hair is gelled back, neatly away from his face. Like this, he appears younger, more like a college student than the second most powerful man in the city.

Soo raises one eyebrow, a soft frown on his otherwise expressionless face. “What the fuck happened last night? I had to call another car to pick me up. You just disappeared.”

“Celia ran and lost part of her dress in the process. I caught her easily enough, don’t worry. I was gonna walk her through the building but decided against it. I didn’t want to risk drawing the wrong person’s attention.”

Despite having my back at every turn, Soo has been wary of this plan since its inception. Explaining her race to freedom in more detail would set him on edge when I very much need him to be at his best. Especially as we deal with my rogue brother, the upcoming auction, and the meeting between the five families. Neither of us can allow any distractions. Soo surveys me, his brown eyes sweeping the length of my body, missing nothing. Will this be the time he calls me on my bullshit? Or will he let it ride?

After a heartbeat of silence, he asks, “What happened?”

I shrug. It’s pointless to pretend I don’t care, so I don’t bother. I let him see the anger and fear I felt last night when I found her missing. “When she went to get the wine, she snuck out the back door. But she didn’t get very far between the fences and the mess of the construction behind the casino. When I caught her, I taught her a lesson and made sure she understands running isn’t an option.”