The Devil I Desire (Devil's Knights 4)

“When I see something I want, I go for it. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. It just took me a long time to realize.”

I kissed him again. “I love you, Marcello.”

He dragged his tongue along my earlobe, his hot breath making my skin tingle. “I love you, too, baby.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Marcello

Six months later…

While Luca was on his late honeymoon with Alex, I took Rhi into Manhattan so she could see our child’s future in person. I sat behind my new desk at Salvatore Global, staring out the wall of windows which overlooked the park. We owned all fifty floors, our last name on the steel and glass building. Our father had created this for us, and someday, I would pass my legacy on to my children.

Rhi sat on my desk, her legs spread in front of my face, looking more delicious and tempting than anything I’d ever tasted. I kissed my way up her thigh, trying to avoid her belly. Her pregnancy moved along quickly but not fast enough. With Alex and Rhi both living under the same roof and both pregnant, Luca and I barely slept and counted down the days until their deliveries.

After the wedding, we found out Rhi was six weeks pregnant. According to the doctor, I’d knocked her up the first or second time we stopped using condoms.

“Marcello, stop teasing me,” Rhi moaned. “I want to come before your meeting. I’m so damn horny all the time I can’t take it anymore.”

“So impatient, wife.” I dragged my finger up her wet slit, and she hissed. “You’ve never learned the art of self-control.”

“I’m done with your mind games and delayed orgasms. You promised me endless orgasms at our wedding.”

I laughed. “That I did.”

We didn’t announce our vows aloud at our wedding. Instead, we waited until that night when we were in bed and read our lists to each other. No denying her orgasms was one of my vows. Though I had to admit it was fun watching her squirm and shiver at the slightest touch.

Gripping her thighs, I kept my vows intact and licked my gorgeous wife until her legs trembled. She begged me for more because she could never get enough. And now that she was pregnant, this woman was even more insatiable.

“Ow,” she squealed.

I peeked up at her as she laid her palm on her growing belly and smiled down at me. “I’m okay. Keep going, babe.”

“Is she kicking again?”

Rhi grabbed my hand so I could feel our baby. “Our girl is active today. A real fighter.”

“That’s how you know she’s a Salvatore,” I quipped.

“The O’Sheas are pretty damn scrappy, too. I can already tell this baby is going to be a handful.”

No matter how many times I felt her kick Rhi, it never got old. I already loved our child, and I hadn’t even met her yet. We had two more months to go, expecting a healthy baby girl.

I pressed my lips to her stomach. Rhi shoved her fingers through my hair, messing it up. She smelled so good, her scent practically burning my nostrils. I was about to make her come before my meeting, but our daughter had other plans. Eve kicked Rhi a few more times, and my wife groaned with each one.

We named her after my mother, Evangeline, except she was just Eve. I also chose the name because of my father. He’d always said with death comes new life, and Eve’s name meant to live. She was the beginning of everything, the start of the enormous family I wanted to have with Rhi. Neither of my parents lived long enough to see me get married, and I wanted a reminder of them every single day when I looked at my daughter.

“Marcello,” Rhi whispered as she leaned back on my desk, spreading her legs wider. “I think we can finish what we started now.”

“Is she done kicking?”

She grabbed the back of my head. “Yeah, I think so.”

Without another word, my mouth was on her. She smelled and tasted so good I couldn’t get enough, shoving my tongue deeper inside her. Her fingers curled over the edge of the desk, her back arched as if she needed more of my tongue. I lifted her thigh and draped it over my shoulder to change the angle. This time, I thrust two fingers into her and sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves that made her squirm with each lick.

I didn’t give a fuck that we were in my office. Only Luca and I had an office on the executive floor, with a secretary in the lobby, who was too far away to hear my girl scream like a porn star. When she hit the peak of her climax, she tugged on my hair, a crazed look in her eyes as she rode out her orgasm.