Page 85 of Devious Love

He blinks, his grip loosening. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you with Remi today. She was rubbing all over your arm and touching your face, and youlether.”

His jaw ticks, and he takes a long, controlled breath. It’s only then I realize Miles followed us over here. He stands a few feet away, leaning against a truck, blocking us from the view of people at the bonfire, but he’s watching us, his attention riveted.

His presence only makes the air thicker.

My breath hitches, and I clench my thighs to stop my center from throbbing.

Dom notices the shift right away, glancing at Miles and then assessing me. He slips his hand to the back of my neck, tilting my face up, forcing me to look at him.

“Who would’ve thought?” he murmurs, amusement clear in his voice. “That turns you on, baby? You like being watched?”

My pulse is in my throat, making it impossible to respond, but he doesn’t need my answer, because he already knows it.

He trails his fingers over my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. Then, he looks at Miles. Just a glance, that’s it, and Miles slowly pushes off the truck, a smirk playing at his lips.

“I’ll keep Matt busy.”

A few heartbeats later, we’re alone.

A few more, and he’s on me.

Our breaths mingle, setting my mind ablaze. There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses me. His tongue slips inside my mouth the moment I let it. His kiss is rough, powerful, claiming. We’re panting when he breaks the connection and covers my mouth with his hand. “Be quiet, baby. Unless you want the whole party to hear how I wreck you.”

He slips his fingers under the skirt of my dress then pushes my panties aside and teases my clit.

“I should make you wait. Make you beg.” He hovers close, our mouths an inch apart. “But you’re already soaked for me, baby, dripping all over my fingers.”

Abruptly, he steps back, taking those incredible fingers with him.

I sag against the car, disoriented. “Wh?—”

He drops to his knees and yanks down my panties. I step out of them, and he tucks them into his pocket, a sinful smile on his face.

“You remember the rule?”

I nod.

He drapes my leg over his shoulder, and when his face is so close to my center, I can feel his breath on my clit, he commands, “Be quiet, baby.”

He dives in, sucking my clit into his mouth. He curls his tongue around it slowly, teasing me, heightening my arousal. He sucks and licks, lapping at me with such intensity, my skin burns.

“No one else gets to touch you,” he says against my clit, slipping a finger inside me. He adds a second and fucks me slowly. When I grind against him, meeting his thrusts, he sucks harder and doubles his efforts, knowing exactly what I need.

A moan works its way up my chest, but before it can escape, I slap a hand over my mouth, muffling the sound.

There’s laughter in his voice when he says, “Good girl. You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

He dives back in, wrecking me in the best way. I come hard, my core pulsing around his fingers. Only when he feels I’ve had enough does he put my leg on the ground, fix my dress, and rise to his feet.

He kisses my jaw, then my neck, and bites my shoulder, leaving yet another mark on my body. I clutch his hoodie with both hands, refusing to let him go. I’m breathing hard, my body still thrumming.

But my mind is clear.

I release his hoodie and cup his cheek so he’s looking me in the eyes. “You didn’t like seeing another man’s hands on me.”

He narrows his eyes, his lips pressing into a straight line.