The Devil I Love (Devil's Knights 3)

I pinched her nipple, and she screamed out in pleasure.

“Feel good, baby girl?”

She closed her eyes. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

I inched my way down her body and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Marcello covered the right side of her body in kisses, working in unison with me. I never thought we’d share Alex outside of Legare. With The Devil’s Knights, it was a given since our Queen had to claim her Knights.

I should have hated the sight of his hands, mouth, and tongue on my future wife. But after everything the three of us had been through, I didn’t care that he loved her, and she loved him. I wasn’t worried about him stealing her away from me. I just wanted her to forget about the horrible shit the Kurtis had done to her. Wanted her to lose herself with us.

Pressing my palm to the mattress, I hovered over her, torturing her as my breath ghosted her skin. It wasn’t easy working around her injuries, but I did my best to leave a trail of kisses on her stomach.

She grabbed my hand and shoved it down her panties. “Luca, please.”

I pulled her panties down a few inches. Marcello lifted his head to look at her smooth, waxed skin. She smelled like her berry body wash mixed with the saltiness of the sea. My lips brushed the soft skin above her waistband. Alex rocked her hips, her hand falling to the back of my head, begging me to touch her.

I tore her panties off and thrust my fingers inside her. She was tight and wet, so ready for me. I was dying to be inside her, but this was about making her feel good. As I fucked her with my fingers, moans slipped from her throat. Marcello kissed her lips as I moved between her thighs.

Alex arched her back, lifting her hips off the mattress. She moaned into Marcello’s mouth as I devoured her. Her eyes slammed shut when I sucked her clit into my mouth. I licked between her slick folds, desperate to taste every inch of her. My little devil tugged on the ends of my hair, screaming my name.

She rocked her hips, strangling me with her pussy. Whimpers poured out of her mouth, and her legs trembled. One after another, she rode out her orgasms, coming on my tongue.

I sat up, staring at her from between her spread thighs. Marcello rested his hand on her thigh, his eyes on her naked body. I cleared my throat, and his gaze drifted between us.

Alex covered her hand with her mouth and yawned.

“Tired, baby?”

She nodded.

I rolled onto my side of the bed, careful not to touch her scrapes. It killed me to see her all fucked up because of my secrets. As my eyes trailed up and down the length of her body, I vowed to never keep things from her again. I couldn’t put her through this kind of hell again.

Alex laid her head back on the pillows. She grabbed my hand, then Marcello’s, and held our hands against the mattress at her sides.

“Stay with me,” she whispered. “I’m not ready to let either of you go.”

Alex

I awoke the following day to sunlight on my face. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I sat up, my chest ready to cave from the wave of anxiety rocking through me. For a second, I thought I was still in that horrible room until I turned to the side, where Luca was sleeping soundly. Another glance around the massive room, and I blew out a breath of relief. We were in his bedroom—our bedroom.

Luca made it official by having Marcello move my belongings into his room. He’d never shared more than his body with me, and after all these years, his walls were crumbling down. My kidnapping changed him, made him realize what he could have lost.

Luca laid on top of the black silk sheets. I stared down at my sleeping devil, dressed in his usual black Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs, shirtless and as handsome as ever.

I brushed his cheek with my fingers and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry for running away.” Tears stung my eyes as I whispered, “I love you.”

I’d never said the words aloud.

A moment of silence passed before he scared me half to death. He looked dead to the world a moment before. His eyes popped open, the same pretty blue irises I had stared into hundreds of times. This wasn’t how I was planning to tell him I love him.

“You better love me,” he said, his voice deep and rough.

“Luca,” I breathed.

“How did you sleep?” Luca looked at me with one eye open. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” I assured him. “The medicine helped me sleep. I only woke up a few times in pain.”

He sat up and hooked his arm around me.