Page 35 of Wrecked By a Devil

Instead of speaking, Riley nods, her eyes still not meeting mine. I take her hand and we both go into the private room and I close the door behind us. Riley watches in awe as I remove the giant abstract painting from the wall, revealing the large one way glass on the wall. I pull over two leather chairs and place them to face the glass window, signaling for Riley to sit and then make myself comfortable in the other chair.

Through the glass, the room is dimly lit, but the view is clear. Leonardo is on his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands gripping Chloe’s hips as he goes down on her. Chloe’s eyes are shut, her head thrown back against the pillows, completely lost in it.

I shift my eyes from the glass to Riley, who’s staring at the sight, her throat moving as she swallows hard. Her breath is hitching in the quiet room as her chest heaves. She looks almost intrigued as her lips part slightly and her fingers tighten in her lap.

She is turned on.

The realization hits me like a fist to the gut, making the blood in my veins turn into liquid fire. She really wants this.

Suddenly, she gets up fast, her chair scrapping against the floor. “I can’t watch this,” she whispers, her face pale, completely shaken by her own reaction.

I don’t stop to think before getting up and getting between her and the door. The air between us is charged and suffocatingly hot.

“Riley?” My voice is lower than I mean it to be. “What’s wrong?” I don’t touch her, but I lock her in place with my gaze.

“It’s too much, I…” Her voice is trembling as she clutches the silk robe tighter around herself. “I don’t know why I reacted like that.”

“How did you react?” I take a slow step closer. My eyes drop to her mouth, watching her lips tremble, before snapping back to hers again.

“I wanted…” She chokes on the words, looking up at me with raw confusion and a dark, heavy desire she can’t hide.

“You wanted it,” I finish for her and the tension between us breaks.

I close the remaining distance, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. I pull her into me and slam my mouth onto hers.

The kiss is charged, desperate and hot, like both of us have been starved for centuries. She lets out a soft moan against my lips, her hands flying up to bunch the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer. I slide my tongue past her lips, tasting her while my other hand grips her waist through the thin silk, dragging her hips flush against mine.

I break the kiss just enough for the both of us to breathe, my forehead resting against hers. “Not here.”

I grab her hand, open the door, and take her straight to my office. Once we’re inside, I slam the door shut, locking it with a sharp click. I back her up until her legs hit the leather sofa, then gently lay my body on top of hers. My hands cup her face as I bring my mouth back down on hers. This time, the kiss is hungrier, neither of us holding back anymore.

Riley whimpers into the kiss, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her hips tilting up into mine like she’s begging for the ache to stop. I can see how badly she wants this.

When I pull back an inch, my thumb tracing her bottom lip, I can see that her eyes are dark, completely dilated.

“Do you want me to do to you what he was doing to her in there?” I ask, my voice rough.

“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation. “Please, yes.”

I smile at the desperation in her voice, losing the last thread of my control.

I proceed to untie her tiny robe and take it off her, leaving her only in the tiny G-string. As I drop to my knees between her thighs, the lace on her skin makes my mouth water and instead of taking it off entirely, I pull it to the side, just enough so I can place a gentle kiss on her folds. Her body trembles the moment I touch her skin.

“Look at me, Riley,” I command, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still.

She does as I say and looks down at me, her eyes glassy with need.

“Good girl,” I lean in and press my mouth against her.

She lets out a sharp gasp, her fingers instantly getting tangled in my hair as she’s pulling me closer. Her pussy is incredibly sweet, tasting like pure, raw desire and I feel my dick twitch as I lick her juices off her thigh. When I return my attention to her clit, I use my tongue in long, deep strokes, finding the tight little knot that makes her back arch off the sofa.

“Zeke…” She cries out, her hips jerking on instinct.

“Stay still,” I murmur against her wet skin, tightening my grip on her thighs. “Let me feel you.”

I see that she’s getting closer, the muscles in her legs tightening and her breathing turning into short, frantic pants. She’s right on the edge, her body shaking under my hands, and that’s when I stop and pull back completely.

“Zeke, please,” she whimpers, her eyes flying open in desperate confusion. “Don’t stop.”