The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(89)

She fucking chose me.

Every time she glances at me over her shoulder and throws me that devilish look, it puts me in a frenzy, and I grunt as I chase after her while she races for the elevator.

Adrenaline pushes me to my limits, and I can barely feel the pain in my waist.

Because this hunt … this is what I live for.

What I’d die for.

And when she steps into that elevator and presses the buttons like a madman, I sprint harder than I ever have and jump in. The sound of her shriek is the last audible thing before the doors close.

Pure lust is coursing through my veins as I gaze at this little fucking bunny on the run, cowering meekly in the corner of the elevator, her breathing as ragged as mine.

I can smell her scent from miles away, and it fucking lures me in.

“Mine,” I growl as I approach her.

She looks up into my eyes, full of hunger and wonder of what I’ll do to her.

This is who we are. The bunny and the wolf.

The chase is what makes us feel alive.

And there is nothing on this earth that gets me more excited than the thought of claiming my girl over and over again.



Jill



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I suck in the oxygen, but it still won’t help me breathe. Luca has me cornered, and I just pressed all the fucking buttons. We’re gonna be here for a while.

I gulp as he steps closer and closer, whimpering when he suddenly grabs my throat and pins me to the mirrored wall.

“Not fast enough, bunny.” His voice is so low and gravelly that it makes my pussy throb.

Something about him running after me like this excites a part in me I didn’t even know existed until he forced me to marry him. There’s just something viscerally sexy about a chase. All the dirty things he could do to me swirl through my head and culminate in this one moment when he hungrily stares me down, burning up the heat coursing through my veins.

And when his hand dives between my legs, a delicious moan slips out of my mouth. But there is no shame to be found.

“You’re mine now,” he groans, and he spins me around and shoves me against the mirrors, swatting my legs so they part. Within a second, he’s slid his fingers between my slit and swiped them along my pussy. Even with my pants still on, I can feel myself getting soaking wet, especially with that cold ice cube melting inside.

“That’s it, bunny, moan for me,” Luca murmurs against my neck.

God.

Who made this man so fucking sexy?

We’re going straight to hell, and I don’t even care.

All I want is for him to take me.

Use me.

Claim me.

Make me his.

And when he rips down my pants and panties in one go, I whimper under his touch.

“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?” he whispers in my ear, his tongue darting out to lick my earlobe. “I can fix that.”

He swipes his fingers along my pussy, rubbing my clit the way he knows exactly how to make me all needy. My knees are already buckling, and wetness pools between my legs. He taps my clit and shoves a finger inside, only to pull it back out again to remind me of how much I’m willing to beg if he doesn’t give it to me.

“Now tell me exactly why you ran,” he murmurs, looking me dead in the eyes through the mirror. “And I’ll fucking give this pussy what it wants so badly.”

“I ran because I love the chase,” I respond.

WHACK!

The slap to my ass reverberates in my pussy, and it makes me even hornier than before.

God, if this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

“Good little slut,” Luca groans, sticking his fingers right back inside my pussy again, thrusting them in and out until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head. “Look at yourself. Look into those needy eyes and watch yourself while you come on my fingers.”

He thrusts and thrusts, fingering me like an expert, circling my clit until I’m about to explode.

“Oh, God …”

“God can’t hear us here, bunny,” Luca groans, pushing his hard-on against my thigh, making me all the more aware of how much I want him to fuck me raw. “Now what do we say?”

“Please,” I whimper, letting all my self-control fly out the door.

The elevator is still beeping loudly as we near the first floor. We haven’t even made a single round yet, and I’m already on the brink.

“Please, what?” Luca growls. “Give me what I want.”

“Please … make me come.”

It feels so filthy and sinful to say it out loud, but I love it.

I love what he does to me.

How easy it comes to him.

And just how much he enjoys it when I do.

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I love hearing you say that,” he groans into my ear, setting my body on fire.

With his index finger, he expertly rubs my clit and shoves two fingers in and out until I’m practically drooling over the mirror.

“Look at me,” Luca groans, watching me through the mirror. “Look at me watching you fall apart from my fucking fingers.”

His dirty words are too much, and I explode all over him in blissful ecstasy.

Right as the elevator beeps and comes to a stop. The doors open.