Page 45 of Devious Corruption

“I love your sounds.” His voice is husky, weighed down by arousal.

With two fingers, he spreads my lips apart. Lowering his mouth, he takes my clit between his teeth, scraping it as he drags them. I practically come unglued with it, but he’s not finished.

He’s only getting started. His tongue licks, and swirls, and flicks. My mind races, trying to keep up with the sensations he’s drawing out of me.

When he pulls back, I arch my back, and he latches onto my clit again. Pulling me into a new tidal wave of pleasure as he sucks and nips and licks. I’m going to die.

I’m wiggling, not to get away, but to get more, to take in every drop of pleasure he’s giving me. He flattens his hand across my belly. A silent order to stay still for him.

He pushes a third finger into me at the same time as he sucks harder on my clit.

My orgasm rips through me, tearing my nerves to shreds. And I scream. I cry out until I’m sure my throat will split from the pressure. My lungs burn as I grasp for air.

He slides his fingers from me, cupping my ass as he lifts me to his mouth. Licking me slowly and gently as the waves of my release ebb, leaving me a wrung-out mess.

He places a simple kiss to my clit, then to each of my inner thighs before sliding up my body and resting besideme. My legs limply close, and I lie there, no better than a wet rag as he runs the back of his hand over my cheek.

Moments later, when my heart has returned to my body, and my lungs have agreed to work properly again, I turn my gaze up to him, expecting his arrogance to blossom.

There’s a gentleness to the smile that greets me. A softness in his eyes as he continues to stroke my cheek.

“There you are.” He cups my chin, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “You sort of dazed out there for a minute.”

I blink.Dazed outisn’t how I would describe it. Out of body experience would be more precise, but since his ego has decided to take a back seat, I don’t see any reason to invite it to the party now.

“Sorry.” I push myself up, but his hand on my shoulder stops me.

“No. It’s bedtime for you.” He climbs off the bed and pulls back the covers from where he was sitting, gestures for me to climb under.

“Bedtime?” I blink again. “No, I have to feed Marion and?—”

He cuts me off with a shake to his head. “I’ll feed her on my way out.”

“You’re leaving?” Damn, why did that sound so disappointed?

“I was in the middle of something when I got the call about your arrest. I need to check to be sure it’sfinished. You’re going to sleep.” He waits for me to climb under the blanket, then lays it over me.

My head is going to spin right off my neck with him around. One minute he’s spanking me like some errant child, then he’s giving me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve had in my life, and now he’s tucking me in so he can leave.

I drop my gaze to his crotch, where his erection is evident. Fuck me. There’s no way he could hide that thing. The thick, long outline of his cock is pressed down the left side of his leg.

He’s just leaving.

“I’ll call you tomorrow; I expect you to answer when I do,” he says, opening the bedroom door.

He’s going. Leaving me in bed, and he’s going to go do whatever mafia business he has to do?

Marion mewls as he steps into the living room, leaving my bedroom door open enough for her to come inside if she wants to. He hits the lights, drowning me in darkness while I sit in my bed glaring at the doorway.

I lay back against my pillows, folding my arms over my chest while I listen to him rustle around my kitchen. Marion’s mewling gets louder as soon as he pops open the can of food for her. He grouses at her to stop begging and be patient. A moment later, I hear her bowl being placed on the linoleum flooring of the kitchen.

Then there’s another sound. Three of them actually.

Is he sneezing?

It’s midnight by the time I cross the foyer of my penthouse. After leaving Maxine’s apartment, I headed back across town to be sure the job with Alexander was completed.

The last two hours, I spent combing through her brothers’ apartment looking for anything that might suggest what dark hole they’ve crawled into to hide. Nothing. It didn’t even look like they’d packed themselves a bag.