The Devil I Desire (Devil's Knights 4)

“If you were more forthcoming, maybe I would understand.”

“You shouldn’t even know about The Devil’s Knights.” He pushed me down onto the InkBed, hovering over me with his lips inches from mine. “You already know more than I’m allowed to share with outsiders.”

“I learned about the Knights because Sonny tells me shit when he’s drunk, not because you found it in the goodness of your heart to tell me anything.”

“I won’t lie to you. I’m attracted to Alex,” he said with a sincere look in his eyes. “I had sex with her while you were gone. But she’s marrying my brother.”

My mouth flew open. “You had sex with her?”

He nodded. “It was nothing, Rhi. Part of a game my brother played for his birthday.”

My nose wrinkled in disgust. “What kind of game ends with you fucking your brother’s girlfriend?”

“It’s complicated,” he breathed. “Can we not talk about it? Alex is one of many women I’ve fucked. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Yes, it did. I know you, Marcello. She’s important to you.”

“Alex is important to the Knights,” he insisted in a firm tone. “It doesn’t matter.”

I sighed. “I have no right to ask you about women. We were never together.”

Marcello moved between my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Are you jealous, Rhi?”

“Of course not. You can screw whoever you want.”

He cupped my ass and squeezed, lifting me off the chair as he breathed against my lips. “Tell me you want this.”

My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe with him invading my personal space. “I want this.”

Marcello hesitated for a second.

And then he kissed me.

Chapter Seventeen

Rhiannon

After kissing me like he wanted to consume me, I left work with Marcello. We parked in the underground parking lot at an abandoned apartment building Marcello used as a safe house. I wasn’t some naive girl looking for love from a man who couldn’t give it to me. I would have willingly followed Marcello to Hell and back again just for the high he provided me.

We hopped into an empty elevator, and Marcello jammed a keycard into the panel on the wall. He glanced over at me as he pressed the button for the penthouse. The elevator car shot upward, and I leaned my back against the mirrored wall. Marcello stood at my side and adjusted his red silk tie.

I couldn’t breathe on the ride to his apartment. Flames clawed at my skin with each sinful look he shot in my direction. It was too hot in his car, my clothes too tight with Marcello beside me, sucking the air from my lungs.

“Take off your panties,” he demanded.

“What?”

He noticed my hesitation and tipped his head. “Do it. Now.”

His husky voice caused my heart rate to speed up, the blood pumping through my veins at an impressive speed. Marcello was used to getting what he wanted. He was not a man who ever heard the word no, especially not from women.

I indulged his desires because I shared them. He wanted a submissive woman in the bedroom. I wanted a dominant man who would punish me and make me come. It was a win-win for both of us.

I pushed up the red sundress, painfully slow and with my eyes on him. His chest rose and fell as he watched me reach beneath the dress and slide my thong down my thighs.

I let the fabric fall around my ankles. “Admit that you missed me.”

Marcello growled in response.

“Say it, Marcello.” I licked my lips, and his eyes followed my movement. “Just this once.”

He extended his hand. “Give me your panties.”

“Say it.”

In a second, he had me pinned against the wall, his lips brushing against mine. “Do you want an orgasm, pretty girl, or do you want to play games?”

“Maybe a little of both.”

“We only have time for one.” He smirked. “Choose wisely.”

I stepped out of the thong, bunched the material in my hand, and handed the fabric to him. “Happy?”

He stuffed my panties into his pocket with a wicked grin. “I want you like this for the rest of the day. In fact, I don’t want you to wear panties ever again.” Marcello moved his hands to my ass, pushing up my dress. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

Despite the nerves commanding control of my body, I couldn’t deny his dominance turned me on. I bent down and touched my toes, listening to his order, so my ass was in the air, my pussy on display.

“Stay there until I tell you,” he commanded with authority, his deep voice rolling over me like a melody. He ran his hand over my right ass cheek and rubbed it in a circular motion before he raised his hand and smacked me hard.

“Ow,” I squealed.

“Shh,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “Good girls don’t make a sound.”

“You better make me come so hard I sing like a fucking canary.”