A Devil of his Word

Katya

As soon as we stepped into the room, Ferrara De Castello launched himself at me, his face the mask of stormy fury.

Fuck yeah, he looked hotter than fire itself, and when he slammed my back against the walls, I gasped for breath.

I was worked up as hell, hot and bothered, my nipples poking painfully against the sequin material of the dress.

His body pressed against me, that thick bulge rubbing against my thighs.

Yeah... Fuck me, hard.

"Do you fucking enjoy teasing me? Making me jealous? Worked up?"

I tilted my head upwards, darting out a tongue which I swiped over my upper lip, slowly.

His eyes followed, dark and lusty under the red and blue glow of the room.

Then, with my voice practically a purr, I whispered softly, "And if I do, are you going to punish me?"

Shit, if I thought he had looked hot before I said this words, then I had something else coming for me afterwards.

The large palm on my shoulders glided upwards to my neck, wrapping around it gently but firmly, s