The Devil I Desire (Devil's Knights 4)

“You’re not listening, Rhiannon,” he said in an angry tone. He never called me by my full name, always Rhi or princess. “Do you know what happens to bad girls who refuse to follow orders?”

“No,” I cried out as I rubbed my clit.

He traced his thumb across his bottom lip, his eyes on me. “I punish them.”

“Come punish me then.”

He kicked off his shoes and arranged them on the floor beside the bed. Then he stood and removed his pants, his legs thick and long, just like his cock. His eyes stayed with me as I chased my high. Marcello shoved his tight, black boxers briefs over his hips, and I nearly drooled as his massive cock sprang free.

“Come here,” he ordered.

He discarded the rest of his clothing in a hurry. I wanted to feel every ridge of his abs and glide my hand over his olive skin.

I shot up from the chair, and he stepped forward to meet me in the center of the room. Marcello lifted me by my ass and rubbed my clit along his long shaft. I wrapped my legs around his back and my head fell into the crook of his neck.

“Marcello,” I moaned, barely getting out his name, as he slid me down his cock. “Oh, my God.”

The sparks that flew between us sent shock waves throughout my body, igniting every pleasure point at the same time. Marcello shifted his weight, holding me with one hand as he helped me find a rhythmic motion. He dipped his head down to suck on my nipples, tugging at them with his teeth. A brush of heat spread throughout my body like wildfire. Taking his time, he gave attention to each of my breasts and fucked me, his stamina surreal.

He peeked up at me, his eyes full of lust. “You gonna come for me, bad girl?”

I closed my eyes as he thrust into me, this time harder than the last. “Yes,” I whispered.

He stopped moving and slid me off him, the sensation of his loss so intense I screamed. Marcello set me on the floor, and my thighs smacked together from all the pounding he just did between them.

“Please, Marcello. Let me come. Don’t be an asshole this time.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You want to come, Rhi? Say the magic words.”

“Please, sir, let me come.”

He blinked a few times, his gaze never leaving mine. My heart thumped out of my chest with excitement.

“Kneel,” he said after a long pause.

He seemed angry with me for some reason. On plenty of occasions, he’d denied me orgasms, but he was never this much of a pain. Was he making me pay for coming back to town, despite my promise? Not like I had much choice in the matter.

Marcello placed his palm on my head and guided me to the floor in front of him. I loved seeing his sensual side, but I wished he would let me come already. This was fucking torture. Just the thought of his huge cock inside me again forced me to lean forward and take his length in my hand. I stroked his shaft gently before picking up the pace.

I looked up at him to gauge his mood. Marcello took a chunk of my hair between his fingers, the thick muscles in his arms flexing as he tightened his grip.

I leaned forward and licked the tip.

“Fuck.” A hissing sound escaped his lips. “Suck it, princess.”

I gave him a few lazy licks until he lowered his head again and locked onto me. I wanted him to watch me suck his cock.

He groaned. “Don’t tease me.”

Then he pushed my mouth onto his cock, forcing me to take all of him at once. Marcello was big, so taking this much of him without preparation was not an easy task. My eyes watered from the pressure he applied to the back of my head. Breathing through my nose, I eventually found a good rhythm, working his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.

He raked his fingers through my hair, choking me when he arched his hips. “Fuck, Rhi,” he grunted.

I loved the sounds he made when he came. My pussy throbbed for Marcello and his big cock, the longing for him growing with each second that passed. I wanted to come so badly I hoped he would reward me after I finished.

After I swallowed his cum, licking the tip to get every drop, I peeked up at Marcello, waiting for him to issue his next order.

In a soft, sensual tone, he said, “Good girl.” Marcello brushed his fingers through my hair. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

I did as he requested and propped myself up against a stack of pillows. Resting my head on the wooden headboard, I opened my legs, taking in the sight of Marcello as he crawled between my thighs. He kissed my bare skin, torturing me with each fiery touch.