Devil – The Marchesi Family Read online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Angst, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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I put my gun and handcuffs away. I wasn’t going to shoot Devil any more than he would shoot me, and I was too fucked out for more kinky games right now. I grabbed some sweats for Devil, ones that were a bit loose on me, and I got a towel from the linen closet in the hall. When I peeked into the office, Devil wasn’t there.

My heart pounded. Had he walked away after all? The thought hurt so badly my hand went to my chest.

Then I heard the clatter of pans in the kitchen. I headed that way and saw Devil, naked, still sticky with cum, bent over and looking through my mismatched collection of beat up pans. His soft cock and heavy balls swung between his legs, and I wanted to kneel and take them into my mouth. “What are you doing?”

Devil turned, holding a frying pan. “You’ve got basically no food, but I can at least make a ham and cheese omelet.”

I stared at him, trying to process his words. “Wait. You can cook? I thought you meant you were going to order food.”

Devil frowned. “Are you trying to insult me? Of course I can fucking cook. And an omelet is easy shit. I’ve been able to make them since I was a kid.”

I tried to imagine Devil as a child standing in the kitchen next to his mom or some other adult learning to cook, but it was too hard to think of him as that domesticated.

“Did your mom teach you?”

Devil shook his head. “My mom was a piece of shit. Still is, I guess. I haven’t spoken to her in years. But Lucien and Angelo’s mom… She was everything. She taught all of us to cook, and when she passed away Lola, their housekeeper, picked up the task.”

“You really love your family, don’t you?”

“Yes, they mean everything to me. I know you think they’re just a bunch of criminals, but if you met them—really met them not just interrogated them—you’d understand they’re loyal and generous and loving. Yes, they’ve made a fortune doing things you wouldn’t approve of, but I know plenty of worse people who might never have committed more than a misdemeanor.”

He was right. There were plenty of horrible people in the world who technically lived within the law but hurt others every day. “I can’t ignore a murder, Devil.”

I hated the sadness in his eyes. “I know that. I just wish… I wish there was some way…”

He turned to face the counter, and I moved behind him, taking hold of his waist. I wasn’t sure my voice would work, but after I pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck, I managed the words. “Me too.”

Devil tilted his head to the side, and I accepted the invitation to kiss the side of his neck. I nibbled lightly and sucked at the place where his neck met his shoulder. He moaned, hands gripping the counter, and I used my grip on his waist to pull him against me, needing to feel the whole length of his body against mine.

“As good as this is, I’m never going to be able to cook if you don’t stop.”

Reluctantly, I let him go and levered myself onto the counter to sit and watch him.

He looked me up and down. “That’s not much better. I want to do filthy things to you while you sit like that.

I swallowed hard. “Is there anywhere you won’t fuck a man?”

Devil seemed to consider my words before laughing and shaking his head. “Not really. I’ll try anything once.”

There were so very many things I wanted to try with him.

“Do you really own a drawer full of dildos?” He dropped the egg he’d been holding. Fortunately, it fell into a bowl.

“A drawer full might be a slight exaggeration, but I have a nice collection. Why? Do you want to use them on me?”

“Fuck yes.” There was no point in denying it. There was really no point in denying anything anymore except the thing that scared me the most, the idea that I didn’t just want this man, that I wasn’t just obsessed with his power and his prowess and his ability to both kill and protect. I was in love with him.

Devil grinned. “I bet you would. You’d like to watch me stuff my ass full. You could fuck my mouth while I worked it in and out.”

Just like that, I was hard again. I thought it would be hours before I’d be ready to go after what I’d done to him. “You’d better cook fast if we’re going to eat before I need to fuck you again.”

“Who says it will be you fucking me this time?”

I didn’t care whether I topped or bottomed. All I cared about was getting more of this man. How long could I let myself pretend we could be together? How long could we push reality away?


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