Page 33 of Beautiful Devil

What the hell was I lying to him about? “What do you want from me?”

“That’s a very loaded question, my sweet Emily.”

My God. The lust in his eyes was more intense than before, the electricity sparking from his massive frame creating a wave of shivers. I fisted my hands, slamming one against his chest then the other, unable to ignore the dark, insidious craving for him. “I’ll do what you want. Just leave her alone. She’s been through too much already. Please.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Every sound he made only drove me into a frenzy.

“I need to see her. I don’t believe you.”

“Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter; however, I will make arrangements for you to talk with her.” His grip remained firm around my throat, using his index finger to lift my chin.

If I was a good girl. He didn’t need to remind me of that any longer. I’d just sold my soul to a man who could break me into little pieces.

And I would do it again.

As he captured my mouth, I continued to fight the anger and hatred, but it was a losing battle. There was a difference in Kostya, his actions rougher than they’d been before. Even his mood seemed entirely different, as if he’d found out something damning about me. There was nothing to find. I was a nobody in the world of organized crime.Except for your father…As the kiss became a fevered moment, the passion between us burned so intensely that everything else in the room was blacked out.

He kissed me hungrily, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. Every promise I’d made to myself about shutting him down failed and I kissed him back with the same intensity. As I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, arching my back, he removed his hand from my throat, fisting my hair at the scalp instead. There was nothing like the power of his hold or the feel of his cock grinding into my stomach.

Every sensation dazzling, my mind was as corrupted as my body, my needs shattering every angry thought. As he sucked on my tongue, I crawled my fingers down his sides, sliding the tips under his waistband. I longed to feel the weight of his cock in my hand, to pump the base as I created friction between my fingers. All the moments of shame I’d felt were driven away, replaced with nothing but the same desperate need he was exhibiting.

When he broke the intimate moment, dragging his tongue around my lips, I cried out as vibrations skittered down the back of my legs.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, rolling his lips under my jaw to my earlobe. When he bit down, I raked my nails across his skin, sensing his desire only increasing. We were combustible, incapable of thinking clearly, but the delicious fire burning in my core refused to be denied.

After jerking back, he yanked the shirt over my head, tossing it aside. Then he tossed me in the center of the bed, immediately stalking toward it, a reminder that he was nothing but a predator. I had no time to recover before he was fully undressed, crawling over me, his expression carnal.

I was so wet, my body yearning for him that I reached out, still shaking even as I rolled my fingers over his shoulder. In response, he opened my thighs then thrust his cock past my swollen folds in one savage, rough plunge. Moaning, I writhed underneath him, my pussy muscles trying desperately to accept his huge girth. Almost instantly his shaft started to swell, filling me completely.

As he cupped both sides of my face, I wrapped one leg around him, continuing to dig my fingers into his skin. His hard stare remained as he fucked me, watching my ever changing expressions as the quick moment of pain morphed into a beautiful rhythm. His silence only aroused me even more, his eyes offering more expression than his words ever had.

I bucked against him, jerking up from the bed with every brutal thrust. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, I threw my head back, gasping several times as stars floated in front of my eyes. Everything about this moment was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so delicious yet filthy. My stomach remained tight as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness. The pain was incredible, pushing me into a near frenzy as I rode him long and hard, no longer able to keep my eyes open. Only seconds later, I was shoved directly into a fiery orgasm, panting as the combination of agony and pleasure electrified every inch of skin. I threw my head back, my scream ragged.

He rolled me over again, rising onto his elbows as he rolled his hips forward. I clamped my hands around his sculpted forearms as he fucked me, unable to take my eyes off him. The man was even more insatiable, refusing to stop even as beads of sweat formed along his hairline. He couldn’t seem to get enough, but I couldn’t avoid the feeling he was punishing me.

For being my father’s daughter.

For not confessing various unknown truths.

For breaking an unknown code regarding his behavior.

Only as his body started to shake violently did I realize he was close to coming. When he threw his head back, issuing several guttural groans, I turned my head away, trying to catch my breath. His cock continued to pulse as he erupted deep inside, thickening even more than it had before. When he finally collapsed over me, the intensity of his explosive heat searing my skin, I closed my eyes tightly, the harsh reminder that I was just his captive and nothing more shoved aside.

Whatever this was, this incredible yet damning thing we shared, I was forced to realize there would be no turning back.

Unless I broke free of his tether soon.

As he rolled off me, cradling my body against his, I was no longer certain if I wanted to be free of his chains.

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Kostya

The sharp knock on the door awakened me immediately. I hissed given the darkness, jerking my head up as I reached for my gun. Only then did I realize I’d left it in my study, my hunger so intense that I’d forgotten my usual protocol. I took several deep breaths, the sound of Emily’s breathing drawing my attention.

As I glanced over, my desire rushed to the surface again. I’d taken her several more times, leaving us both sore and exhausted, yet all I could think about was driving my cock inside once again. The insistent knock finally broke the mental tether. I crawled out of bed, taking a second to yank the sheet over her waist, brushing my hand down her back. Then I headed for the door, throwing it open.

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