Page 2 of The Devil’s Touch (Obsession #1)

“I take what I want.” Words had never made me drip the way those words did. “And right now, I want you out of this thing.” His husky voice reeked with frustration as he tugged on the sheer lace material.

Then he spun me around, making my hardened nub graze the cold walls. I moaned, shamelessly, grinding against him as he pressed himself into me.

It was a non-negotiable rule at Karma that strippers shouldn’t sleep with their clients.

Marco chanted it to us like a mantra. But here I was, wet and needy for a man who should terrify me.

I lied to myself that if I was going to steal from him for my sister’s surgery, then I had to let him fuck me. It was easier that way.

The ripping sound of my lacy jumpsuit echoed through the air and I wobbled in my heels. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his rough fingertips tease my naked back, sweeping my hair to the side of my neck.

“Oh, God.” I moaned as I felt him glide his fingers over my pussy from behind, groaning into my neck and nibbling on the flesh.

“Not God, me.” He murmured, displeased. “Look at how wet you are for me. You are dripping all over my fingers.” He cupped my throbbing pussy, pinching my clit and spanking me on my core.

I cried, clawing at the wall with my nails. “Please,” I whined like a brat, my voice quivering as I practically begged for him to fuck me.

“Please what?” he fisted my hair, stroking my folds. My legs nearly gave way.

“Fuck me.”

My whisper echoed through the room, flushing my cheeks with embarrassment. I hadn’t discarded logic like this in a long time. Maybe it was because I wanted to be consumed, to be claimed. Maybe I wanted one night where I had a say about my own body.

“Good girl.”

His belt rattled, and my breath slowed, anticipation brimming within me.

His weight locked me down, my eyes snapping shut when I felt the tip of his cock graze over my pussy.

I whimpered, my body burning with desire.

My breasts ached and hurt because they needed him.

I was dripping so much, smearing my thigh with arousal—everything was so overwhelming, but the mix of pain and desire made me feel so fucking alive.

He thrust into me without warning.

“ Argh ,” I gasped, standing on my tiptoes.

I was no virgin. Heck, I had had my fair share of men, but none of their cocks made me feel so full and stretched out.

My eyes burned with tears, drool gathering around the corners of my mouth.

He was thick, and just like his aura, his member was ruinous, My cunt struggled to adjust to him, my breath unconsciously ceasing.

“Breathe, Mia Cara.” His voice softened fleetingly—I was certain I imagined it.

“You are shutting me out. You need to relax.” He smoothed my hair, kissing my shoulder blade.

His other hand crawled over one of mine that was splayed over the wall, his fingers slipping into mine as he pressed them against the surface, so intimately.

That little action undid me.

I sucked in a breath, slowly puffing it out and I found myself easing into him. My walls opened up for him, allowing him to plunge out and slam back into me again, throwing me against the wall.

I let out a hard moan.

“Your cunt is perfect. Fuck,” he growled, thrusting in and out of me again. He squeezed our intertwined hands like they were some sort of anchor.

His pace was both destructive and consuming, wrenching out moans and wanton sounds that I didn’t even think I was capable of making until I met him.

The man fucked like he looked—hard, brutal and merciless.

I didn’t think I had a thing for rough sex until now.

Each stroke hit a chord in me, eating at my soul.

My legs were trembling, but he didn’t care.

When he wrapped his arm around my hip to keep me steady, I knew he was about to destroy me with his merciless thrusts.

My toes were barely standing atop the surface of my heels.

He sucked on my neck, leaving his mark everywhere, drowning in my scent as he railed me.

“More,” I whined. “Please, don’t stop.”

“You were made for me.” He grunted, slowing his pace, only to pick up again, ramming into me.

“Ahhhh...”

“Just like that.” He thrusted into me. Hard. “Take all of it, Mia Cara.” A guttural groan rippled from his chest.

My insides were a mess. He turned them upside down.

Every time I thought he couldn’t hit my sensitive spot harder than he already did, he proved me wrong and rearranged my insides.

He fucked me so hard and good, my eyes rolled back in their sockets.

I scratched against the wall and sobbed, begging for him to stop and not to.

I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore.

He ravaged me like the destroyer he was until I was nothing but a hoarse, whiny brat.

“Oh, there—fuck, there.”

“Here?” he teased me, reaching to pinch my clit.

That tipped me over the edge.

“Please...” I mumbled.

“Please what?”

“I want—I need to come.” My insides knotted, clenching so hard, my vision dulled.

“Come for me, Mia Cara.”

Those words ruined me. I came with a long, hoarse cry, still clinging to the wall.

He didn’t stop fucking me through my orgasm, his lips meeting every bare spot on my back, his calloused fingers stroking the curve of my hip.

I felt his back tense, his cock swelling up inside me, and then, he shot his load.

His cum trickled down my legs, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. His head was softly pressed to the back of my head, his heavy breathing caressing my skin.

We didn’t say a word to each other. All he did was scoop me off the floor, leading us to the king-sized bed where he took me over and over again until I was worn out.

At dawn, I awoke to his large arm draped protectively around my waist as though he knew what I was planning to do and didn’t want to let me go. My throat thickened as I cast a lingering glance at his chiseled face. Then, my eyes strayed to his jewelry.

That watch from last night. But there was something else. A signet ring with the crest of an ouroboro. I didn’t think twice before packing everything up, including the wad of cash in his pocket.

Guilt stabbed me in the chest, fear gnawing at my guts, but Adele was more important. I had to save her.

So, I left.