Page 66 of Ruined By a Devil

I need to put an end to that.

“Malachi,” Jade’s voice is sharp. “Malachi, look at me!”

Small, warm fingers wrap around my. I force my gaze down to hers.

“I’m going to carve him apart,” I tell her, my voice dropping to a rough rasp that she’s not familiar with.

“Your brothers will find him,” she continues, stepping closer, the warmth of her bare skin radiating against my cold suit. “But right now, I need you here.”

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” I stare down at the dark marks on her ribs.

She arches an eyebrow, her spine straightening instantly. “We agreed that I’ll have a separate room.”

“No,” I shake my head, stepping into her space until she is forced to back up against the edge of the mattress. “That was before I watched a stranger try to rip you out of a car. After that, there will be no walls between us tonight.”

“But I’m safe here!” she insists.

“You’re only safe where I can keep my eye on you,” I continue. “I won’t touch you without your permission, Jade. But I am not letting you out of my sight.”

“Permission?” She tilts her chin up, looking at the dried blood on my jaw, a slow, mocking smirk touching the corner of her mouth. “Are you sure you aren’t just looking for an excuse? Or are you actually afraid to finish what you started?”

The cold rage inside me snaps, incinerated by an emotion I don’t quite recognize pushing me to close the small distance between us. I grip the back of her neck, my thumb pressing firm under her jaw, forcing her head back. She gasps in surprise, her lips parting with anticipation, but her eyes stay locked on mine, challenging me.

“Do not play games with me right now,” I warn her, my voice low and dangerous. “You have no idea what I will do to you.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” she says, her voice a whisper. “Why don’t you show me?”

“You want me to touch you?” I squeeze her jaw, just enough to let her feel my authority. “Just ask and I’ll do it.”

Jade hates submitting, but she loves making me force it out of her. “Take my clothes off, husband.” She presses her bare chest flush against mine as she speaks.

“That’s not good enough,” I say, my voice flat. “Tell me exactly what you want. Ask your husband to fuck you.”

“Fuck me.” Her face turns red.

“Say please.”

“Please,” she breathes the word.

“Good girl.” My lips curve into a smirk as I shove my suit jacket off my shoulders, letting it hit the floor, and lift her by the waist.

I drop her onto the center of the bed watching as she bounces against the heavy duvet, her dark hair spilling across the pillows, her eyes full of anticipation.

I reach down and unbuckle my belt. The heavy leather snaps loud in the quiet room, but my movements deliberately slow down. The violent, rushing rage from the car crash completely bleeds out of my system, replaced by a grounding reality.

No man has ever touched her, I am the first. And I will be the last.

I step up to the edge of the mattress and gently push her knees apart. She shivers as the cool air hits her bare skin, her dark eyes wide, watching every move I make. I brace my knees on the edge of the bed, leaning over her to capture her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. I take my time, coaxing the heat back into her blood, letting her taste the absolute devotion beneath my control. Her breath accelerates with her body entirely exposed under my weight.

My hand slides down her stomach, warm and steady. When my fingers slip between her thighs, she gasps against my lips, her hips arching instinctively off the mattress.

She is already wet, trembling with a desperate need, but I don’t rush. I slide one finger inside, stretching her slowly, letting her body adjust to me. Her nails dig into my bare shoulders.

Within seconds, her rigid muscles relax her gasp breaking into a breathless moan of pure heat. She melts back against the sheets, her hips lifting, shamelessly chasing the pressure of my hand.

I drag two fingers in and out of her pussy slowly, making sure she is completely stretched, and burning for more. Only when her head falls back against the pillows in total surrender do I pull my hand away.

She whines at the sudden emptiness, her dark eyes pleading for the heavy weight of my body. I step back, letting my gaze sweep over her flushed skin, fully in control of the fire I just lit.