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I shook my head. “We’re celebrating our marriage. We can go home where we have a—”
Devil slid a hand into my hair and forced me to look at him. “No.”
“You could at least say goodbye. Act like you have some manners.”
“Bye,” he called. “Thank you.
“I hope you survive,” Angelo called to me.
Sabrina spoke next. “Devil, no one wants to bail you out of jail on your wedding night, so act like you have some sense.”
“Goodbye,” I yelled as Devil towed me inside. He led me through the kitchen where he waved at everyone as he hustled me out the back door into an alley.
“Devil, this is not—”
He was kissing me before I finished my sentence. He walked me backward, using his big body to cage me once my back hit the wall. He pressed into me, his hips working against mine. I tried to push him off by shoving at his shoulders. When that failed, I bit his lip, but that only made him squeeze my wrists and yank my arms above my head. “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, and I need you.”
“Need you too,” I gasped, unable to stop myself from thrusting back against him and groaning at the feel of our cocks pressing together. “But not here, not like this. This should be… special.”
“It’s always special with you. Always so fucking good.” His lips trailed down the side of my neck, then he bit me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I stifled a cry as he sucked my skin. He wanted to mark me, and I understood. I felt that same need to make sure everyone knew Devil was taken, that he belonged to me. A ring was not enough. But I also wanted the freedom to enjoy this, to toy with him, to make the night last forever.
Devil finally let go and looked down at me as he drew in ragged breaths. “Turn around.”
“No.” He grabbed my shoulders, but I was prepared. I ducked out from under his arms and delivered a kick I knew wouldn’t truly hurt him but would get his attention. “I said no. Not here.”
He glared at me for a moment. I thought he was going to ignore me. If he shoved me back against the wall, I wasn’t going to have the willpower to fight him. I would let him fuck me right there behind Lucien’s restaurant, and I wouldn’t care who saw us. I was so close to breaking, but I wanted more than that. What we did that night shouldn’t matter so much, but somehow it did.
“Come on.” He took my arm and hurried me toward his motorcycle. I climbed on behind him, and he took off. The thrill of having my body pressed against his as he drove, wildly and recklessly, weaving in and out of traffic, kept me from thinking for several moments. Then I realized he wasn’t headed toward home. There was no point in trying to ask where he was going over the sound of the engine, so I just hung on and let him take me for a ride, which was basically what I’d been doing since we’d gotten together.
5
Devil
I screeched to a stop, turning my motorcycle so it blocked the entrance to an alley. Joe hopped off before me, and when I turned toward him, his eyes were wide. He looked down the alley, then back at me.
“This is… this is where we…”
“That’s right. It’s where we met or really where we talked for the first time. You knew who I was, and I knew you were a cop. A cop who liked kinky things, who hated me but needed my dick.”
“God, Devil. You make it sound so—”
“Sordid? Filthy? Slutty? It was.” And it had been some of the best sex of my life, even though all I’d done was jerk us both off. Of course I’d also had my gun pressed against his head. He’d gotten off on the danger, and it had been glorious. I’d known from that moment I would have him again. “You said you wanted special, so…”
Joe shook his head, but he was grinning. He shocked me by pulling his gun and aiming it at me. “Up against the wall.” He tilted his head toward the alley. “Go far enough in that no one sees you. We don’t need any witnesses for this.”
My cock was so hard I thought it might burst through my pants, my very expensive, tailor-made dress pants. I smiled at the thought of Lucien’s reaction to me ripping them all to hell on the brick wall or the ground.
“You won’t be smiling for long if you don’t obey me.” Joe’s voice was low and rough, and he kept his gun pointed at the center of my chest.
“Is that right?”
“It is. We can do this the hard way or the easy way.”
