Page 5 of Devour (Blood and Roses #1)

Luca

M y fingers roam her waist, sliding down to the curve of her ass. I grab a handful and squeeze, soft, round, and more lush than I remember.

I grind her body against mine, letting her feel the grit of my length through my suit pants, letting her know exactly what will soon be inside her. Her curves are fuller now, more womanly. Just the way I like it.

I could keep her. Fuck. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. She’s just a piece of ass for the day. I’ll send her off like the rest of them.

The taste of her is utterly delicious, it’s as if I never tasted a woman’s lips before.

Sweet and hot as melted honey, and with something more, something addictive I couldn’t quite grasp, which had me shifting my grip to put the pad of my thumb on her lower lip, easing her mouth open to me so I could explore more fully, she moans into my mouth, Her body undulates, as she rubs her breasts against my chest like she’s starving for more.

Damn it she’s not supposed to enjoy this. This was meant to humiliate her. Payback. I break the kiss and give myself a few seconds to calm my raging pulse. It’s like every damn drop of blood in my body is surging straight to my cock.

As I steady myself, my eyes drink her in, the reason for my complete madness. Her eyes had gone dark as midnight; her cheeks stained with color.

Her mouth is slightly parted, her lips swollen and red where I bit her. Her pink nipples are hard as pebbles, her breasts fuller now—less perky, maybe, but so damn hot it makes me want to bury my face in them and never come up.

They rise and fall with every breath, as if her body’s bracing for what’s coming next. I take a deep breath, as I pull myself together. I don’t want her to see how vulnerable she makes me feel just by being here.

My control is slipping fast. But then I see the look on her face, and I’m dragged back to that moment when we had our first kiss, right after I laid my heart bare. Right after I let her see the part of me, I never show anyone.

I don’t want to remember that look. I don’t want her giving me that look while I fuck her. I grip her shoulders and turn her to face the desk. One hand shoves the files aside while the other presses her down.

She gasps as her bare chest hits the cold surface, her feet barely touching the ground despite the heels. I step between her legs and use my thigh to pry them wide open, exactly how I want her. I run two fingers lightly over her clit, just grazing it—she shivers.

Then I slide them deep inside her, and a helpless moan slips out before she can stop it. When I pull out, my fingers are slick with her heat.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” I mutter, smearing her wetness across her ass.

“No.”

“So, your pussy just naturally likes to cream, huh?”

She doesn’t reply, but her skin flushes deeper. I caress the curve of her ass, then land a hard smack on her left cheek.

She yelps, reaching back to soothe the sting, but I gently push her hand away and stroke the reddened skin myself. “Hands above your head, kitten.”

I undo my tie and bind her wrists with it. “This is what you get for being a bad girl,” I growl before landing another smack on her left cheek—then again, and again.

I shift my attention to the right side, my palm striking her until a red mark bloom across her skin. She thrashes against the desk, whimpering.

“Luca, please…”

“What do you need?” I ask, caressing the heat radiating from her ass. She unconsciously arches into my touch, as if seeking the soothing pleasure of my palm.

“I… I don’t know…”

I drag a finger over her center, and it comes back soaked. I thought she was wet before—but now, her pussy is weeping. “You enjoy being spanked.”

“I don’t,” she says, but her body tells a different story.

“Let’s try that again,” I growl, then deliver another sharp smack.

“Yes, please,” she gasps, despite herself.

“Now tell me what you crave.”

She hesitates just for a second then breathes.

“Fuck me.”

I landed another strike, harder this time. “Say that again.”

“Please… fuck my pussy.”

“With pleasure, kitten.”

I unzip my pants and line my cock up to her entrance. I know I’m big but she’s soaked. She’ll take what I give.

I dig my fingers into her hip and haul her to the edge of the desk, slamming into her to the hilt without a hint of mercy.

She cries out, tries to pull away, but I pin her in place with one hand on her neck, pressing her down. I don’t give her a moment to adjust.

I piston into her, over and over, with wild abandon, rough, ruthless, relentless. She moans like she’s lost in it—wild, reckless, unable to hold back. She likes it rough now. I make a mental note but shove it aside. It doesn’t matter.

This is the last time I’m letting her this close. I return my focus to fucking her pussy. Her body tightens, and trembles, then she comes hard, clenching her wet heat around me.

I can’t hold back—I let go deep inside her, the release crashing over me so fast and hard it leaves me gasping.

When I finally pull out, her body seems to protest, clinging to me. Her pussy makes quench sound like it didn’t want me to leave, her cum and mine flows from her pussy making a mess on my desk.

I should care about that, but I don’t. The world could crack open beneath us, and I still wouldn’t be able to think past the heat of her core clenching around the space my cock just filled.