Page 28 of Devil's Claim

Not.

“Then you should have what you want.” He shoved the material of my thong aside, driving his fingers into my tight channel.

“Oh, fuck.” My eyes flew open wide. The screech was more than excessive. It was ridiculously loud, but I was also beginning not to care.

I wiggled against the wall while digging my nails into his shoulder. If the man experienced pain, I certainly wouldn’t know it. Panting, I opened my legs even wider, taking another glance at the doorway. Why did I have the feeling there were people standing just outside the makeshift door?

A little show perhaps?

The bad girl side of me was really kicking in. I almost asked him to open the curtain out of spite. They could want what I had, but they could never touch. Oh, my God. How possessive I’d become.

Kruz’s mouth was twisted, his chest rising and falling. “I like pleasing you.”

“And I adore you doing it.” Were my words even making any sense any longer? I rode his hand, desperately wanting him to go deeper.

It would seem he had no intentions of allowing me to orgasm on his hand. He pulled it free and I moaned. But almost instantly,he filled my tight channel with his cock and I smacked my head against the wall. Holy fuck, the man felt like a taste of heaven right here on Earth.

“Fuck. Fuck a duck. Oh, that is so…”

He eyed me quizzically. The man had three emotions. Pissed. Famished. Amused. Every one had a different breathing pattern, a new tone of voice.

And mostly, a distinctive look in his eyes. I’d seen all three men nestled inside more than once, yet I could swear today’s facial expression held something else entirely.

What that was I couldn’t ascertain. That would take getting to know him, digging inside the tough persona and finding what made him tick. One thing I knew for certain.

That would never happen. Not only because he wasn’t that kind of man, but because he’d be leaving soon. At least I’d have the lingering memories.

He grasped my right leg under the thigh, slowly lifting it higher. The rough pads of his fingers as he stroked my skin felt incredibly invigorating. I was shocked when my leg was suddenly resting just under his arm.

“What if I wasn’t that nimble?” I asked and pointed my shoeless toes.

“There are certain things a man just knows.” He lowered his head, his eyes remaining on mine until the last minute, then kissing the skin just below my knee.

I almost erupted into a wild orgasm at that very moment.

The sensations increased as he licked and nipped, finally sliding his cock almost entirely free. I felt myself clawing his arm, arching my back all over again to keep him from removing it entirely. Goddamn the man, his dark chuckle indicating just how masterful he was.

He thrust into me again, allowing me to curl my leg as he repeated the action. My pussy was still sore from the night before, but there was no way I would whine and ask him to stop.

I wanted this as much as he did.

Just attempting to meet every brutal thrust was stimulating, the jolts of current racing to a crazy peak. We were both panting, his actions becoming rougher. I tried to meet every thrust, but he was simply too powerful, too… intense. My mind was a fantastic blur other than concentrating on how damn good it felt.

Kruz refused to stop even as the tension from his need for satisfaction was increasing. He was waiting, refusing to come until I did. I could feel it. I knew it with certainty.

The pounding was even harder, making it impossible not to make sounds. There was no way of stopping them. We were both swallowed up by the pleasure. With nothing else I could do, I simply let go, gripping his arms and squeezing my legs against his.

The sweep of sensations brought me straight into pure rapture as a climax rushed into my system. Thankfully, I was able to keep from screaming, although my arms were flailing to the point someone had to know something fishy was going on behind the closed curtain.

So what?

That had become my new attitude. No longer was I some shrinking violet, prepared to apologize for what I wanted.

No, what I deserved.

Fuck the rest of the world.

I squeezed my muscles, grinning at him as he continued fucking me. With a smirk on his face, he winked. The man was a true savage. He drove me against the wall, once… Twice.