“Well, can you tell? Does it feel like we did?” He cuts his eyes toward my lap.
“How would I know?”
“Trust me, unless you’re loose as a porn star, you’d be able to tell,” he says with a smirk. That’s when I remember this isn’t someone who’s going to stand by me if something happens—even his baby. Devlin despises me.
Humiliation and rage burn through me as I slide a hand between my thighs. I press my fingers against my panties. My jaw and neck ache from where he grabbed me on Friday night. My ribs feel bruises from the crush of his knees when he squeezed me. My thighs are sore from dancing last night, my throat hurts from vomiting, and my head pounds from alcohol. But when I touch myself, it doesn’t hurt.
Thank fuck.I close my eyes and melt with a sigh of relief.
Devlin draws a ragged breath, and my eyes snap open. He’s staring at me with such intensity that I can see the ache in his eyes. The fire I see there is different from the rage I know, from the intensity last night. It’s a flame of pure, incinerating lust.
I suck in a breath, a tremor of fear and anticipation shimmering through me and settling into a delicious pressure in my low belly. Biting down on my lower lip, I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Devlin pounces. He’s so quick I can’t react before he’s crouched over me, bracing himself on his fists and knees. “I can make you hurt so good,” he breathes against my neck, his lips skimming the sensitive skin of my throat and sending a current of heat rushing through me. He rocks forward, his broad shoulders crowding my narrow ones. His bare, hot skin against mine does something my brain has no control over.
“Devlin, don’t,” I whisper, but he’s already crowded me back until I’m flat on the bed under him. My heart thuds in my chest, and I press my palms flat against him.
“I’m so hard it hurts,” he says, his words sending a shot of adrenaline through me, the pulse of it throbbing between my legs. “Let me make you feel this way, too.”
“We can’t.” My resolve is crumbling though, my body warring with what I know, telling me there is more than I’ve ever imagined. There is a whole world I’ve never explored, and right now, the only people in that world are me and Devlin Darling. Nothing else exists.
“Just once,” he whispers against my ear, his lips soft as they skim the shell of my ear, tugging gently at my earlobe. “We won’t tell anyone.”
“We hate each other,” I remind him.
He chuckles softly, lowering his body slowly toward mine. Every inch of my skin trembles with anticipation, aching to meet his. “Hate sex is the best sex, right, Manhattan?”
A flash of shock goes through me when I feel something hot, and hard, and bare pressing against my thigh. He’s naked. Fuck. Devlin’s naked. What did we do last night?
“I wouldn’t know, okay?” I say, shoving at his chest. My palms don’t even move him. He’s like a solid wall of muscle looming over me. And god, it feels so good. To my horror, my body responds to him, and it’s all I can do not to wrap my legs around him, not to run my hands over every inch of his hot, bare skin. He moves his hips between mine, grazing the head of his cock against my panties, then moving his hips forward inch by inch, so the length of his erection slowly grazes against me to the very base.
I gulp at the thought of that thing even beginning to fit inside me.
“You don’t like hate sex?” Devlin asks, his lips teasing my skin softly, sending shivers through every inch of me. “I’ll make you hurt so good you never forget it.”
“I don’t know what I like,” I admit. “I’ve never done this.”
Devlin lets out a snort of breath. “Sure, Manhattan. You’re a tight little virgin. Is that what the boys back home wanted to hear?”
“It’s true,” I say, blood rushing in my ears. My head knows this is complete insanity, but my body can’t help responding to his. When I feel his hardness pulse against my belly, I can barely breathe.
“Okay,” Devlin says, his lips skimming my cheek. “I’ll play along. I’ve never done this, either. But I can be gentle.” His words are soft but carry an edge of mockery.
“Get off me,” I say, shoving at him again.
He laughs softly and nips at my lower lip. He catches it between his teeth and skims his tongue along it, settling his weight onto me fully. “Oh, come on, baby,” he croons in that sweet, honey voice. “Let me be the first to fuck you, raw. With nothing between us. Let me rip you open and make you bleed. Let me cum inside that bloody cunt. I’ll glue you back together with my cum and send you limping home to your brothers so they can each have a turn.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask, squirming to free myself. Devlin pins me with his hips, grinding against me. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, and Devlin must feel it, too, because triumph lights in his eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, moving his hips in a slow circle. “You little slut. You like the dirty talk.”
“I don’t,” I insist, my face heating.
Devlin chuckles again and brushes his lips over mine before cracking a smile. “Liar. You’re wet. Let me taste you. I want to lick that sweet, tight cunt.”
“Stop,” I breathe, but so many sensations are rolling through my body that I don’t even know what I want anymore.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice silk against my throat. “You can admit it. We’ve all got our dirty little secrets. Or is it the mention of your brothers that’s got you all hot and bothered? Because my family may be fucked up, but that’s some sick shit. Do you fuck them? Or just give them a little taste of your Dolce sweets?”