The Devil I Crave (Devil's Knights 2)

“How do you play?”

“Shh.” He tucked my head under his chin, held me against his chest. “You don’t want the monsters to find you, my queen.”

A gasp escaped my lips.

I was the Queen.

They were the Knights.

The women were decoys for me.

They wore similar gowns, all with curly hair, and had the same black and gold carnival mask. Kali stood out from the bunch, and that was on purpose.

“You need serious help,” I muttered.

Luca covered my mouth with his hand and led me away from the group. “Shh,” he whispered. “No talking. I got you, baby.”

I slipped my fingers between his and followed his lead. He knew where he was going. It was his house, after all. Knowing Luca, he’d planned the exact route he would take beforehand. He wouldn’t go through with this silly game without knowing he would win.

That he would capture his Queen.

Luca grabbed the soft fabric over my right shoulder and slid it down my arm. “Take this off. It will make it harder for them to find you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Tradition.”

“What happens if someone captures me?”

He dipped his head down and licked my ear. “They get to keep you for the night.”

A gasp slipped from my lips.

I wanted to murder Luca. Why the hell was he doing this to me? Fuck him and his traditions. The Devil’s Knights took shit way too far. Dragging me to their temple in the middle of the night was bad enough. I wasn’t a prize for any of them to win.

I saw shadows moving, heard footsteps drawing near, and the sounds of… sucking. Moans. Then someone screamed. Skin slapped, the silence filled with groans. It sounded like they were having fun, like they were getting fucked good.

I was in Hell with my Devil.

I released a whimper, doing my best to stifle the wave of anxiety rushing over me.

“Shh, baby.” Luca cradled me in his arms. “It will all be over soon.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I know the outcome,” he said in a hushed tone. “When this is over, we will claim our victory.”

That was enough for me.

Luca had this under control.

So I did as he asked, keeping my mouth shut. Speaking would only give away our position, and I wanted to stay off the Knights' radar for as long as possible.

His fingers slipped beneath the strap on my left shoulder. The fabric slid down my arm, bunched around my waist, and Luca yanked on the belt. The silky fabric slid to the floor. I stepped out of the dress and stood before him in a black thong, one he’d picked out from Caio Bello. Not like it mattered since he couldn’t see me.

His big hands covered my breasts, massaged my nipples. He continued his slow appraisal, hands running down my sides and over my ass. We fell onto a couch, and he pulled me on top of him, so I straddled his thighs.

The darkness fucked with my head, made me see things that were not there. I focused hard, blinked a few times.

“Luca?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I sighed. “Just checking.”

Through his pants, Luca’s hard cock rested against the length of my inner thigh. I rocked my hips to create some friction.

“Don’t say my name, baby. Don’t even speak until the lights turn back on. Not another word. Okay?”

“How long?”

“One hour.” His lips crashed into mine, his fingers weaving through my hair. “We don’t have long. Just one more kiss, and then you’re on your own.”

“No,” I choked out. “Don’t leave me.”

He brushed his fingers against my cheek. “I will find you. Promise. And when I do, your pussy is mine for the rest of the night.”

His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking and biting so hard I squealed.

“Shh, baby.”

His teeth grazed my nipple. He rubbed his hand over my ass, shoved my panties to the side. His finger slid into my wetness from behind, just enough to test my slit. I twisted my fingers through his hair and moaned as I licked his neck, nibbled his skin.

The room filled with groans.

I wondered how many men cared about playing the game. Would Luca let them win? Capture the Queen. What a ridiculous concept? Even if another man found me, he would never let them fuck me.

We kissed for what felt like hours. My head spun from a mixture of lust, scotch, and his rough hands on my body. I rubbed my pussy against his erection, wishing he would take off his pants and fuck me.

I reached between us, my hand shaking as I grabbed his zipper. But he covered my hand with his. The finality of his actions startled me. I sat back, searched the darkness for his face, and found nothing.

Pitch fucking black.

He could have been anyone beneath me. Fear coiled in my belly, making my stomach churn, terrified of him leaving me alone in the dark. I knew it was coming. My chest heaved as he lifted me in his strong arms and rose from the couch.