Page 19 of The Devil

“Never mind? You’re lucky I’m me and not some other asshole who wouldn’t never mind after you strip naked, proposition him and grab his dick. This is a dangerous game to play, Amal.”

“Maybe I like dangerous games. Make love to me. Or can’t you?” She narrows her eyes, taunting.

“You like playing dangerous games?” I ask, walking her backward, our bodies touching, my cock a rod against her stomach, her nipples scraping my shirt. I press her back to the glass and raise her arms pinning her wrists over her head. I take my time looking at her, making a point of it, taking in her pretty face, noting the shallowness of her breathing. Her small, pert breasts. Her flat stomach. The slit of her sex that I want very badly to lick.

When I return my gaze to hers, I see how her pupils have dilated and the way those big eyes are looking at me, the way she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.

Leaning closer, I bend my head and bring my face to hers. I inhale her scent as I brush my chin over her jaw before closing my mouth over the wildly beating pulse of her neck.

Her breath is audible, and she tugs at her wrists.

I shift her wrists into one of my hands and let the knuckles of the other brush over a tight nipple.

She gasps.

I bring my mouth to hers and although I know I shouldn’t, although I know this is not what she needs, I kiss her. I fucking kiss her.

I take my time tasting her inexperience, her innocence, her desire. She opens for me like a perfect little flower and my fingers dig into her jaw, the kiss bruising.

When I draw back, she gasps for breath, eyes full of surprise at the broken kiss.

“Oh, it’s not that I can’t, sweetheart. It’s more that I don’t make love,” I whisper against her lips because I, too, am out of breath. I drag my mouth to her ear. “I fuck,” I breathe the words more than say them and her entire body shudders. I pinch that nipple relishing her whimper, drawing back just enough so she can see me and I can see her. “And the way I fuck? I would break a little virgin like you.”

Her cheeks burn a furious red which I guess is a mix of embarrassment and rage. It’s cute. She tries to pull free, but I don’t let her. “What makes you think I’m a virgin?”

I should let her go. She is so far out of her league she doesn’t even know which sport she’s playing.

“Aren’t you?” I ask, dragging her wrists down as I lower to a crouch, letting my permanent five o’clock shadow tickle her pristine flesh, leaving it pink in its wake as she watches me bring my nose to her pussy.

“What the hell are you doing?” she cries out, struggling against my grip.

I draw a deep breath in and fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I straighten to stand. “Just confirming what I thought.”

“Oh my God you’re fucking insane.”

“Yeah, I am.” It takes all I have to let her go, the animal inside fighting with all it has to hold tight. But this can’t happen, not like this. I pick her dress up off the floor and hold it out to her because I need her dressed. Because the temptation of her naked and offering herself to me is too powerful and I’m not as strong as I try to let on, not when it comes to Amal. “Put your clothes back on, Little Virgin. This isn’t the way.”

She takes the dress, holding it against her chest. “I can handle you just fine. And don’t fucking flatter yourself. I just need someone to… I just…”

“You just what?” I ask when she grits her teeth, unable to finish what she’s saying.

She forces herself to keep eye contact. “I just need to be rid of… fuck!” She struggles to right her dress.

“You want me to pop your cherry?” I say with a smirk which I admit is assholery but this can’t happen.

“I’m so glad this is funny to you!” She finally gets the dress on, although it’s inside out and it makes me chuckle because it’s cute. I go to help her, but she slaps my hands away.

“Because that would solve what exactly?” I ask. “If I were to fuck you, what would it solve?”

“Am I such a joke to you? Fuck you. The way I fuck I would break you…” she mimics and now I am outright laughing. “I’m sure you’re that good which is why you sleep alone!”

“First of all, I’m not laughing at you, Amal. It’s just that one of us has to be the adult here.”

“You’re infuriating! Where are my shoes?” she asks, then remembers she took them off in the living room and takes two steps toward the door. “You can just take me back. I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need to be the butt of your joke!”

“Yeah, well, you’re not going back tonight.”

“Fuck you, I am. Then maybe after you dump me you can go back to the party and pick up some other woman who can handle the way you fuck. Dummy.”