Page 80 of Deal with the Devil
“Hello, dolcezza.”
I turn toward the voice, my breath catching. Rafael stands near the windows, wearing one of his signature designer suits that fits him to perfection. His dark hair is styled, his jaw framed by stubble that’s grown in since the last time he’s shaved.
His eyes gleam meeting mine.
“Have you missed me?”
“Rafael?” I take an uncertain step toward him.
“I’m back,” he says. He reaches out to cup my face in his hands. “No masks, no games, no cruelty. Just the two of us together.”
His lips capture mine, kissing me with the kind of intense affection I’ve longed for. The kind I’vemissedsince our breakup.
My hands find the lapels of his jacket, holding on as he deepens the kiss like he can’t help himself.
“I wish it could always be like this,” I murmur against his lips. "I wish we could always be together.”
“But you don't want soft, do you, dolcezza?”
I’m pulled away from Rafael into the arms of another.
My eyes open to find Il Diavolo in front of me. He’s taken me from Rafael, pulling me close like I’m his possession.
“Diavolo,” I mutter. My hands come up to his chest to push him away.
“You want fire. You want darkness. Youcraveit, dolcezza.”
His eyes darken as they bore into mine. I start to shake my head to the side, but he drags my mouth to his in a hard kiss.
“Remember how you took my cock?” he growls. “Remember how you begged for more?”
“No…” I mutter.
“Yes, dolcezza. You came on my cock just like I knew you would.”
“She belongs to only one man, and that’s me. The cock she came on? It wasmine.”
I’m wrenched from Il Diavolo as Rafael takes me back. He slides a hand up the side of my throat and leans forward to press kisses to the delicate column of skin.
His natural passion takes over, an instant reminder how often he gave me the best orgasms of my life.
My eyes flutter close and I moan at his warm lips on me.
But Il Diavolo refuses to be outdone. He grips me by the hips, his hands soon mapping out the curves of my body.
“Correction. She was yours. Just like this body was yours. But now,” he says, fondling my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. “Now I’ve taken it all for myself and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Wait…” I puff out.
Both men are too lost to giving me pleasure.
As Rafael kisses my neck, Il Diavolo tugs down my dress straps and exposes me. I gasp as he fills his palms with my bare breasts and tweaks each dark nipple between his fingers.
…what is happening right now!?
I can’t even begin to process it as both men inflict pleasure on me all at once.
The rest of my dress is discarded as the men’s hunger for me escalates. A deep shudder racks through me as Rafael hoists me up and slides his cock inside my pussy.
