Page 69 of Grave Devil
He leans against the door in his fitted white tee and low-slung jeans. Through the fabric, I can make out the lines of his hip bones dipping down into his pelvis. Fuck me. I’m trying really hard not to devour him with my eyes, but it’s impossible. His beautifully chiseled body always manages to distract me from being angry.
Knowing me all too well, he lifts up the hem of his shirt and flexes his fingers over his perfect fucking six-pack abs. “Who said I brought you up here to talk?”
I cock my head to the side before stomping over to him. I smack my hands against the door, boxing him in on either side. “If you want to fuck then let’s fuck. But either before or after, youwilltell me what you, Draven, and Nox were whispering about.”
He smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a storm brewing in his gaze, a look I’m not familiar with. And I’ve known this man my entire life. Something feels off.
He unbuttons my dress shirt, slowly. “I’ll tell you some now, some during, and some after.”
My cock swells as the heat from his fingertips cascades over my chest. “Have I ever told you how obsessed I am with you?”
He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he rips off my pants and tosses them to the floor. “Not since high school. You were so out of it that night, I thought it was just the poison talking.”
I step out of my pants and shove him back toward the door again. I shake my head. “I only speak truth to you, baby. Always have and always will.”
He looks down, thinking he can keep me from seeing the tears welling in his eyes. “There has to be one more sacrifice in order for Sonny to stay with us.”
No. I know what he’s thinking. What he’s planning. “No.”
He rubs his palm over his freshly shaved head. “It has to be me, Ries. Not Lettie. Not Felix. Me.”
All my blood rushes to my feet, and I stumble forward, pressing myself into Bones. I feel sick. Fuck. “No,” I murmur against his cheek.
He wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I can’t let anyone else do it. This is my fault. Sonny has always been my responsibility. This is what I have to do to make amends.”
My throat is dry while tears threaten to spill from my lids. A wild fury courses through my veins, then sadness, heartache, and finally utter despair worms its way in next. I cover his mouth with mine and kiss him hard. We both gasp when our tongues collide. I want to make him mine forever. I want to swallow every drop of his essence until he is inside me, so I can carry him with me always.
I cannot be without him. Not even in the After. Especially in the After… “Bones, no. I can’t. I can’t. I fucking can’t.” I wrap one hand around his throat and the other around his hard cock.
He slams his head back against the door and closes his eyes as I stroke his shaft. “Lo siento,” he rasps. “I’m sorry. Let’s not waste any time.”
I kiss him again and almost cry into his mouth. I flick my thumb over the tip of his cock and roll his pre cum around in circles. “Fuck you feel so good. You’re so fucking hard for me.”
“I want you to go hard on me, Ries. I deserve it.” He squeezes the flesh right above my hips, an erogenous zone for me that sends shivers up into my balls.
This sends me into a fit of rage. How is he the only one who can provoke such fear and anger, but also so much love and devotion in me at the same time? I drag him over to the sitting area of the suite. “Turn around.” As soon as he obeys, I push him down, bending him over the arm of the satin chaise. “Good. Stay just like that for me.”
I dash into the ensuite bathroom and rummage around in the drawers and cabinets until I find a large tub of petroleum jelly. Mmm. My arousal is like fire now as I stalk back over to where I left him ass up in the air, his hole puckered and aching for me.
I want to hurt him for what he’s done. For not considering my feelings for one second. I put the jar of petroleum jelly on the coffee table next to him without opening it. I spread his ass cheeks apart and nudge the tip of my cock in.
He flinches and lurches forward. “What the fuck, Ries? You’re not going to lube me up first?”
I snicker and slap him hard on the ass. “Not yet. I’m gonna fuck you raw first. Because that’s what you get for pissing me off.”
He clenches his cheeks together in defiance. “Fucking hell, you’re a bastard, Ries.”
A sinister grin possesses my lips. I’m punishing myself too. I’d enjoy this more if I could just ease in, but the thought ofhurting him right now turns me on. “Relax for me, baby. Don’t fight it.”
He screams into a purple throw pillow as I inch my thick cock inside his tight little hole. “Oh, fuck.Baby. Mmm, fuck. You’re like an oven.” Sweat coats his ass, providing a little help.
I’m barely halfway in when he bucks forward, his legs shaking. “Fucking hell, you’re going to rip me apart.”
I slap his ass cheek again. “Shhh. Let me get all the way in and thrust a couple times. Then I’ll lube you up, baby.”
It takes every ounce of willpower not to tear through him right now. As much as I want to punish him, I don’t actually want to split him open. He feels so fucking good I could cum any second. If I even breathe wrong or move one inch too quickly, it’s over. His ass will be so full of my cum, there won’t be any need for lube.
So I still myself for a second and take shallow breaths. “Thatta boy. You’re doing so fucking good.”
