Savage Devil: A Secret Baby, High School Bully Romance (Devils of Sun Valley High Book 2)

by Daniela Romero

  “Then what is it? I need some information here, so I don’t go out of my mind.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “If we go down this road, I don’t think I could give you up again. It was damn near impossible the first time. I…” He releases a shaking breath. “No hesitation. No doubts. We do this, we’re both all in. One hundred percent.”

  Is that what I want? Before the question forms completely in my mind, I know it is.

  “I’m all in,” I whisper, a smile spreading across my face.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yes! God, yes!” he shouts. I laugh, falling back to the bed as he towers over me once again. “I am never letting you go again, Bibiana Sousa. Never. “

  I bite my bottom lip. “I think I’m okay with that.”

  He kisses me, his teeth biting at my lips and I open for him, his mouth devouring mine in a hungry kiss before he murmurs, “You brushed your teeth.”

  I laugh. He moves to pull away again, but I wrap my arms and legs around him, grinding against his length. “You’re fine. Keep kissing me.”

  He groans and does as I ask, his mouth hot against my own.

  He takes his time kissing me as his hands roam over my body as though he’s trying to commit me to memory. His thumbs hook into the edge of my sleep shorts and panties and I loosen my legs, allowing him to tug them off and toss them to the ground. His fingers trail between my thighs and his thumb finds my clit, stroking me in slow circles that make my pussy clench with need.

  God, it feels so good.

  He stops just as the pressure begins to build and I cry out in frustration, but he only chuckles.

  “Patience,” he whispers, his hands sliding up my torso and beneath the hem of my tank. My breathing shudders. He peels the fabric from my skin, baring me to his hungry gaze, and I instinctively wrap my arms around my middle.

  “Nah uh. No hiding,” he says, tugging my arms free. I wait for his disgust, but the open want in his gaze never changes. He bends at the waist, placing a kiss between my breasts before moving his mouth to kiss one hip bone and then the other.

  “Emilio—"

  “Shh… relax for me.” His gaze is heavy with desire, but it’s attentive too, like he wants to make sure I’m okay. And I am. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back as he settles himself between my legs. His hands press my thighs open and I fight the urge to clamp them shut, but I let his eyes drink their fill. “So fucking beautiful, and all mine.”

  Slowly, he slides a finger inside me, his lips latching on to the sensitive bundle of nerves above my opening at the same time. I gasp and moan his name, unable to hold still as he finger fucks me and sucks on my clit. The pressure builds inside me almost like I’m running a race, and within minutes I’m reaching toward the finish line. What he’s doing feels amazing, but I want more. I want him.

  I’m already on the edge, my release hovering right there, but I want him buried inside me when I get there. “Emilio, please.” Mistaking my words, he increases his pace adding a second finger and I clench around the intrusion. “I need… you… inside me.” I gasp and he pulls back to look at me, his fingers still buried in my core.

  “I want you to come with me,” I tell him, and a savage grin spreads across his face before a flash of irritation has him pulling away entirely.

  “One minute.”

  Still clad in his black boxer briefs he leaves the room only to come back seconds later with a small foil packet in his hands. My shoulders relax and he returns to my side, dropping the boxers and rolling the condom onto his length. I lick my lips.

  “You ready for me?”

  I nod. So damn ready.

  He grabs my hips, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he guides himself to my center, his movements excruciatingly slow. His eyes search mine like he’s waiting for some sort of permission, so I nod letting him know I’m not changing my mind.

  His body shakes with need as he enters me and I thrust my hips forward, forcing him in deeper. He groans before sinking the rest of the way in and then we just stay like that for several seconds, both of our chests heaving as we savor the feeling of one another.

  He kisses my mouth, nibbling at my lips and nipping at my jaw and neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Bibiana. I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

  “Yes,” I moan because God, I want that.

  He withdraws his cock only to slam back into me and I cry out. He smiles before his hand comes up to cover my mouth, smothering my cry of pleasure. “Gonna make my brothers think I’m hurting you,” he warns.

  Oh, my God, I completely forget we are not alone in the house. And they just heard… I groan again, only this time for an entirely different reason.

  He chuckles. “Don’t be quiet on my account,” he says. “I like making you scream.”

  He keeps his hand pressed over my mouth as his thrusts quicken, his hand muffling my sounds. “That’s it, mariposa. You like that don’t you?” He bites my shoulder and my release slams into me, my pussy convulsing around his cock. He grunts but keeps going, his thrusts coming harder, faster. His kisses grow more aggressive and his hand slips from my mouth to wrap around my throat in a possessive hold.

  The fingers of his other hand dig into my hips as he thrusts into me with savage strokes. My sex clenches around him and he grits his teeth, a second orgasm already building inside me. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs quick circles over me, sending me closer to release. Without warning he dips his head, his mouth capturing one taught nipple between his teeth and I sail over the edge, a second orgasm crashing through me like a hurricane.

  He doesn’t slow his pace, his thrusts erratic as he bites my breasts, my neck, whatever his mouth can find. My hands roam over his back, my nails digging into his skin. It only seems to spur him on. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands clinging to his shoulders. God, it feels so good.

  I can feel the moment he gets close, when his body stiffens, and he thrusts into me one more time before his entire body quakes above me.

  He collapses to the bed, shifting his weight at the last second so as not to crush me.

  We both lie there, skin slick with sweat, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds pass, he rolls to his feet, disposes of the condom, and then climbs back onto the bed beside me and tugs me into his arms.

  “I missed you,” he says against my hair, and a feeling of contentment sweeps through me.

  “I missed you too.”

  He takes a deep breath, his nose buried in my hair as he says, “You going to marry me this time?”

  I choke on a laugh and try to turn to see his face. He’s kidding, right?

  I catch a smirk and know right away he’s just messing with me, so I say, “Nope.”

  He pretends to be wounded, a mock crestfallen expression on his face. “Fine. Fine. But you’ll date me, right? Be my girl?”

  I bite my lip. “Yeah. I’ll be your girl.”

  He squeezes me again. “About fucking time. And we’re making this Faceplace or Tikgram or whatever the fuck they call it official.”

  I laugh. “You’re not even on social media.”

  “Don’t care. I'll download all the damn apps just to let everyone out there know Bibiana Sousa is mine.”

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  What to Read Next

  Dominique Price hates me.

  He wants me.

  He can never have me.

  At least that’s what I tell him.

  Good looking, arrogant, football God, everything comes so easy for him. I won’t be just another game to win.

  It doesn’t matter that I want him.

  It doesn’t matter that with just one look, he takes my breath away.

>   He’s my brother's best friend and officially off limits.

  But when he touches me, I forget what we’re supposed to be.

  Acquaintances. Enemies. Nothing.

  And I dream of what we could be.

  Friends. Lovers. Everything.

  If only everyone’s expectations weren’t standing in the way.in just might be another mistake.

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  Daniela Romero is a Snarky AF, Latinx Author, who happens to also be a Mom of 3. Born and raised in sunny California, she now makes her home in the Pacific Northwest and is happy to enjoy all four seasons even if the snow can sometimes be a bit much. She hates cheese--of all kinds--and yes that means she orders cheeseless pizza. Daniela is an ENTJ all the way which means she loves to talk (a lot) and is probably as extroverted as they come so feel free to shoot her a message, send a raven, throw up smoke signals. Whatever it may be. She love's chatting with readers so feel free to stalk her.

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  Acknowledgments

  This book was a struggle. 2020 was a rough year for many of us and 2021 has decided to give 2020 a run for its money.

  My grandmother passed away on the first of the year and writing has been really difficult. Deadlines have been missed and emotionally, I just haven’t been in a great head space. To the readers I let down, I’m incredibly sorry. Hopefully Emilio was worth the wait. I really wanted to do him and Bibiana justice. I really wanted to show a glimpse of the struggles young moms experience. Not only as single mothers but with grappling with the profound changes our bodies as women go through. Hopefully I captured that honestly.

  Thank you to Lisa and Cynthia for helping me push through this book and coming in at the final hour to help me polish it and make Savage Devil shine. I couldn’t have done this without you.

  And thank you to my wonderful children for putting up with Mom being zombie after one too many sleepless nights spent writing.

  On a personal note, I would be incredibly grateful if you took a moment to leave an honest review for the book when you are done reading. Reviews are like giving your favorite author a hug and we really like and let’s be honest, could use some hugs.

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  Daniela Romero