Deal with the Devil
Page 18
A hot mouth moves across the shell of my ear. I’m too overwhelmed to do anything but let out a shrill scream that’s muffled behind the hand on my mouth. Not this. Please, not this. I fight in earnest. All it gets me in return is a hard squeeze that crushes my rib cage.
“I like you like this,” a husky male voice whispers in my ear. “All terrified and desperate. It’s a fucking turn on.”
I recognize that voice.
“Leo!” I screech as he removes the hand from my mouth. “You scared the absolute shit out of me.”
He laughs and lets me slide down his body until my feet touch the floor. But he doesn’t let me go. “It’s nice to see you, too.”
I can barely think past the hand that skims over my breasts and moves down my stomach. All I wear to bed is an over-sized t-shirt that’s gone thin with age. His fingers are so hot and searching that there might as well be nothing between us.
“I thought you had a job.”
His lips nuzzle my throat. “Finished early. I wanted to see you. Couldn’t wait until morning.”
“It didn’t occur to you to knock on the door like a normal person?”
“I like it better this way.” His hand dips under the waist of my panties. He finds my entrance like it’s putting out a homing signal. Nimble fingers rub small circles on my clit. My knees nearly buckle.
“Grownups don’t give in to every urge, you know,” I say through a gasp of pleasure. “You’re like an animal.”
“I’ll show you a fucking animal.” In a violent movement, he picks me up and carries me toward the bed.
“We’re going to wake up Lynn,” I whisper as he drops me unceremoniously on top of the comforter.
His chuckle is low and dark. “Then you better shut the fuck up.”
Hands fall on me in the dark. Leo flips me over onto my stomach and slips a pillow under my hips until I’m raised up for him like a buffet. He pulls my panties down, nearly ripping the fabric. I can feel the hardness of him pressing against my inner thigh as he works at the buttons of his shirt.
I feel a slight rush of air as he moves slightly away to shed his pants. Then he’s back and pressing bare skin to mine. Silken hardness presses against my entrance, a split second before he impales me in one sure stroke.
The pillow under my face muffles a loud squeal as he grabs my hips. He pounds into me with a relentless rhythm. There’s something about being taken from behind like this in the dark that just does it for me. I imagine that he’s a demon from a dream that’s coalesced out of the darkness to ravage me.
I shudder underneath him as the cruel grip on my hips tightens. He finds the little bundle of nerves inside of me and moves faster over it until my toes are curled and I’m screaming his name. Part of me wonders if he even cares if I like it like this or if the darkness has turned me into his own cipher, just a vessel for him to use as he sees fit.
It’s that thought that sends me over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm.
He comes to his own completion and collapses in hot, sweaty heap on top of me.
We lay like that for a moment, breathing in sync as the euphoria fades and we can move again. He wraps me in his arms and rolls us both under the covers. There’s not much room to maneuver in the small twin bed, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He just presses me closer to him.
“I love you,” I say into the dark.
“You fucking better because I’m never letting you go.”
I believe him.
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Stacia Stone is a former office worker who spent more time fantasizing than doing her actual job. She started writing her fantasies down and the rest is history.
She writes dark romance with boundary-pushing bad boys of every flavor. Sometimes it’s good to be little bad.
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