Page 34 of Dance With A Devil
Wyck’s chest presses against my back, arms slipping around my waist like chains made of silk. His fingers glide down my stomach, slow, reverent… cruel. Every brush stokes the infernobuilding beneath my skin, and my head drops back to his shoulder like it belongs there.
“Wyck.” It’s a whisper soaked in need.
He hears the moan buried in it. Of course he does.
“I’ve missed you, Athens,” he breathes, and one of his hands slides up to my throat, thumb grazing the hollow of it before his palm settles there, pressing. Not tight. Just enough to own it.
“I want to fuck you,” he admits, voice dark silk and sharp teeth. “But I care more about what’s spiraling in that pretty little head of yours. And if I’m reading you right, and I always am, then sex should be the last thing either of us are thinking about.”
His breath ghosts along my cheek, and my body trembles.
“Itshouldbe,” I admit, turning in his arms. His grip loosens around my throat just enough for me to meet his eyes, and it’s a mistake. That stare devours. “But it’s not.”
I press my hand to his face. He leans into it like I’m the only balm that ever quieted the demons.
We’ve fucked in the shadows of the Devil’s Playground, behind masks, above altars, beneath strobe lights and secrets. But this moment? This one istoo real.
He sighs. “No matter how bad I want you, we’re not fucking tonight.”
That sounds like a challenge.
“We’ll see about that.”
I drop to my knees before he can stop me. My fingers work fast, unbuttoning his pants, ignoring his curse, the flash of warning in his eyes.
“If you won’t fuck me… thenI’llfuckyou.”
His body goes still. The kind of still that comes before a storm.
“Athens, get up.” His tone is clipped. Final.
I look up at him, eyes wide and innocent, until I free his cock from his boxers and it springs to life like it’s been waiting for my mouth all day.
“Doesn’t look likeheagrees.”I purr, licking the tip, slow and sinful.
He hisses through his teeth, eyes blazing with restraint.
“If you don’t stop.”
“Then what?” I squeeze the base of his cock, just enough pressure to make a point. “You’ll punish me?” I smirk. “Haven’t you figured out yet that Ilikebeing punished?”
His eyes flare, rage, lust, need,everythingcrashing at once.
And then?
His hands fist in my hair, brutal and possessive. My thighs clench.
“When you say shit like that…” he growls, dragging me closer. “…makes me wonder.”
“Wonder what?” I ask, already knowing I’m about to live the answer.
His smile is wicked. “If you’re going to be my dirty little girl tonight.”
Ishouldlaugh. But all I do is moan around the head of his cock.
“Or…” His voice dips lower, more lethal. “…would you rather be my dirty littleslut?”
My eyes fly open, he read my goddamn mind.
