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The moment the elevator doors open, Diablo knows to get as far fucking away as the little devil can. I’d fuck June in this lobby if I didn’t think someone would interrupt us. I kiss her, cupping her perfect fucking ass, and carrying her back out to the Boston roads. Her legs clamp tighter around me as I walk, and each step is like a new training in torture as my hard cock rubs against her soaked pussy.

Part of me feels bad about running out on Marina and the demon. The other part of me has already forgotten everything they told me.

All I can focus on is this perfect fucking woman wrapped around me, with her teeth nibbling my bottom lip, her hands digging into my hair, her tight ass filling my palms.

I dip into the nearest alleyway—and while it may be the middle of the day, it’s dark and secluded enough that I really couldn’t give a fuck if anyone walks past us. When deeper into the alley, I spin and slam June against the brick wall. She moans as my cock rubs against her, and before she can focus her eyes to the darkness, I’m hiking her skirt to her waist and shoving some of the fabric into her mouth.

June looks up at me with those stunning eyes through her long lashes, and it takes everything in me not to drop her to her knees and fuck her mouth as she keeps those doe eyes on me.

Instead, I smirk. “Pinned against a wall, songbird, just like that night in your room.” It was the first time June tried to be a little brat with me. She fought so hard to deny that her body wanted me, but in the end—I knew. I always knew. Her body craved me like I craved her.

“Now, use that pretty mouth and bite down on your skirt so I can fuck you nice and hard.”

June throws her head back and nods, grinding into me more and more. I can feel how soaked she is as it seeps through her panties onto my jeans, and a part of me hopes she leaves a mark on them if only to show everyone what I do to her.

My fingers at her ass move, trailing the backs of her thighs before inching up to her slippery cunt. I move in to kiss her neck as I pull her panties to the side and slide my fingers between her wet lips. She immediately groans at my touch and it reminds me once again that I’ll never get enough of hearing her sing.

I don’t have to ask her if she wants this—I know she does. She’s become greedy for my cock, wanting it more and more, and now is no exception.

Sliding my index and middle finger inside of her, I unzip my jeans and pull myself free. I’m already rock hard from her sweet little sounds and desperate hips from the elevator, I don’t need any kind of preparation.

“So fucking hot,” I breathe, watching the cross tattooed on my finger disappear into her cunt over and over again. June bucks her hips, begging for more.

Leaning into her, I bite her neck, my teeth sending goosebumps along her skin, just as I pull my fingers out and replace them with my cock. June screams around her skirt as I thrust fully inside of her, not waiting for her tight cunt to adjust to my size. I feel her hot inner walls flutter around me and I feel like I’m about to pass out from how fucking tight she is, how squeezed my dick feels inside of her.

I want June to see the same stars I am, so I pull all the way out before slamming back into her. She screams again, her legs bucking as her nails dig into my shoulders.

“You wanted hard, didn’t you?” I huff a laugh. There are tears in the corner of June’s eyes, but she nods feverishly, moaning around her skirt. I’m suddenly desperate to hear her sing, desperate to feel those fast, short breaths from her pants against my skin.

Shrugging the hoodie off, I let it fall to the ground and wrap my arms around her. Her eyes fall to the veins under my skin connecting all my tattoos, and I feel her cunt clamp around me. Fuck, she’s so naughty, lusting after me. And so fucking hot.

“Eyes up here, baby.” I chuckle and pull the skirt from her lips, letting it fall between us. “I wanna hear you sing. Fuck if anyone walks by, let them hear you too.”

June’s mouth falls open as if she’s about to say something, but I don’t wait for her. I pull out once more and slam into her, her ass slapping against the bricks behind her.

“Ah, Marcelo!” she screams, and then softly moans my name again. “More—please!”

I do as my goddess commands. I fuck into her harder, faster, not slowing my pace. June pulls my shirt to my waist, watching my abs contour and move as I lift her, as I grind into her. She watches the thrust and dip of my hips as I fuck her, and it drives her wild. June’s eyes have never looked more heady; her cheeks are a shade of red I don’t think I’ve seen before. She moans loudly, not caring that we’re in public—in fact, I know she does it because we’re in public and I find it so incredibly hot, it fuels each thrust of my hips into her.

I smash my lips into hers, feeling how tight she is around me, how she clenches her pussy around my cock as though she’s begging me to stay.

Mi amor knows I’ll never leave her.

I won’t. I can’t.

I may be her Salvation, but Junia Forester is my everything .

I walk a few steps behind June, watching her waddle. She came hard, covering her thighs in her sweet come as she dripped down my cock. I offered to lick her clean, but June could barely catch her breath by the time I finally pulled out of her and set her back on her feet. I didn’t think it’d be fair to her lungs.

Plus, now it just gives me an excuse to clean her up in the shower when we get back.

“You feelin’ okay, love?” I tease, knowing fully well how sore she must be. I haven’t fucked her that hard. Not even as the masked man. But I know she loved every second of it.

June turns around and raises a brow. “I don’t know. I think I’m still sick.” She shrugged. “I think I need a little more medicine .”

I laugh and sprint up to her, smacking her ass and feeling the bounce of it on my palm. June gasps, tensing the entire lower half of her body. “Really?” Now I raise a brow. “Is that what the doctor ordered?”

“The doctor said to take as needed, and I’m still needing.”

I can’t wait to get home.

As we finally round the final corner to the car, I see Diablo sitting on the hood of the Mustang, licking his front paw. The moment his golden eyes find us, he jumps from the hood and waits by the door.

Damned smart cat.

The car ride back is uneventful—save for the mind-blowing head June gives me the moment we pull away from Boston and onto lesser-known roads. Diablo hides in the back, and I couldn’t be more thankful to the little fucker to give us our privacy—even if we’re in a contained metal box.

Her tongue slides over my cock, and her hot mouth feels just as delicious as her cunt did in the alley, it isn’t long before I’m gripping her hair and coming down her throat.

Fuck. My angel.

Part of me knows why she’s so needy for me right now, why she needs more, more, more—it’s why I’m desperate too.

As I carry her through the threshold of the apartment, my tongue sucking on hers, I know it’s because everything will change tonight. As I lay her down on our living room floor, and slide the skirt back to her waist, ripping her panties off, I know it’s because she knows it too. As I feast on her till she’s screaming my name, her back arching and fingers digging into my hair, I know it’s because we’re already planning to face the cult tonight, to face the demon. As I fuck her slow and steady under the hot steam of the shower, her ass pressed against the cold wall, I know it’s because there’s a chance we won’t get to be like this again.

As I hold June in my arms, her naked body cuddling into mine, her damp hair on my shoulder, her arms tracing the tattoos on my chest, her legs wrapped around me—I know I’m desperate to show her how much I love her, how much I want her, and how much I need her—

Because, after tonight, we might not get another chance.

I kiss her head, and then push back onto the bed, hiking her legs on my shoulders, ready to make love to her again.