Page 79 of Kissing the Villain

Fuck.

Me.

Please.

I closed my eyes and listened to him speak, letting his voice roll over me.

“Alex, open your eyes.”

He got up from the armchair and sat beside me on the bed. Clean linen and the saltiness of the sea invaded my senses.

“Do you need me to call a doctor?”

I shook my head.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Marcello placed his hand on my thigh, and my skin ignited from his touch. “Look at me.”

Callused fingers brushed my inner thigh, and I opened my eyes to see my beautiful, sad, lonely boy. Needing to take control,I inched his hand up my leg, begging him to keep going. His chest heaved with each deep breath he took.

He grabbed my hand to stop our slow exploration. “What are you doing, princess?”

“Marcello, you know what I want.”

Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead and chest, dipping between my breasts. Just his hand on my thigh was enough to fulfill my fantasy. I’d wanted him to touch me since the night on the jet when he’d stood in the doorway, looking at me like a hunter.

He glanced at my nipples poking through the thin tank top. “We can’t. Not like this.”

“Because Luca won’t like it?”

He shook his head. “There’s so much you don’t know about The Devil’s Knights and our rituals.”

“Then tell me.”

His fingers tapped my thigh, and my body sparked with electricity. “I can’t. Not until you marry Luca.”

“I refuse to marry Luca without knowing the truth.”

He blew out a deep breath, then shoved the hair out of his eyes. “You should discuss this with him.”

“Marcello, I see the way you look at me.”

“You will be my queen.” He moved his hand to my cheek. “I look at you with reverence. Respect.”

I pushed my shorts to the side, testing the waters. “I need you.”

Marcello groaned as I rubbed my hand over my damp panties. They were lacy, white, and nearly see-through.

“Don’t you want your queen to be happy? Touch me. Please.”

He licked his lips. “Not like this.”

“Do you want to watch me?”

He sat painfully still beside me, unblinking, his gaze between my legs. I took that as a yes and shoved my panties out of the way, spreading my thighs wider.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“I want you to watch,” I whimpered. “I want you to see what you’re doing to me. I’m so wet.”

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