Page 10 of The Devil's Touch
She was fucking made for me.
I tore my lips off hers, and she echoed with a gasp, fisting my shirt.Her eyes twinkled with the need for more, her lips swollen, still begging to be eaten after I had just devoured them.
“What did you do that for?”She was still breathless from the heated kiss.
“To tell you that this,” I ran my fingers over her body—her nipples, the curve of her waist and hips, and then glided my thumb over her swollen lips, “body belongs to me.Every inch of it.”
“That wasn’t what you—”
“I don’t care about the initial terms of our agreement.You are not dancing for any filthy fucker at this club anymore and that’s final.”
Chapter Four
Silvana
The limo took a turn that led us directly to a narrow road that I recognized to be the outskirts of Sicily.It was dark and the only car that seemed to be on the road was our limo.My breathing picked up to a harsher pace, but I tried to steady it, fisting the hem of my heavily beaded black dress and struggling to keep my face pinned on the silhouettes of trees lined up on a side of the road.
“You finally fulfilled your threat.”I spoke up, my barely confident voice cutting through the tense air.I expected a response, but disappointment stabbed me in the guts, leaving a bitter taste on my tongue.“It just makes more sense that you literally dolled me up in this,” I tugged at my ridiculously expensive dress, glaring intently at the material, “thing, leading me to my death.You know what they say about feeding the cow before slaughter.”I trailed off nervously.
“Is that fear I detect in your voice, Mia Cara?”His sinfully deep voice was thick with amusement.
I could feel his gaze on me without having to turn.Heated, callous, and caressing.It locked me to a spot where I could barely breathe.
“I’m not scared,” I lied through my teeth, rubbing my thighs together and squeezing my legs shut.
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d have been dead the second you laid hands on what belonged to me,” he said so casually, that I was again convinced that this was why he was called the devil.
That statement prompted me to look in his direction for the first time since we got into the car tonight.Maybe I shouldn’t have because those stormy blue orbs held me hostage.My breathing stopped, heat unraveling all over my skin.He didn’t look away.He made sure his gaze seared every inch of my body until I felt bare, wanton, and breathless.
“Okay,” I breathed, resisting the urge to swallow really hard.“I’ll bite.Where are we going?”
“An auction,” he answered curtly, his tone letting me know that he wasn’t saying more than that and I was just supposed to be a good girl and take it.
I wasn’t.
A glare crossed my face, tight, hot, and biting.I bit down on my lip that was coated in a deep red color to keep myself from hurling the wicked words on my tongue at him.
