The Devil I Desire (The Devil’s Knights #4) Read Online Jillian Quinn

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil's Knights Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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“I was afraid to tell anyone. Sonny would kill me if he knew what I did with his uncle. And I knew you would find me disgusting because of it.”

“I don’t,” he cut in, his tone stern. “But I’m not happy with you. You should have called me, Rhi. I could have handled this differently. You heard what Luca said earlier. If you speak a word to anyone, we won’t have a choice. You’ll end up like Cillian.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.”

He smirked. “What do you think I do for a living? You saw how easy it was for me to choke the life out of that bastard. If you put me in a position where I have to choose my family over you, I will choose them every time. I don’t care that you’re Sonny’s cousin.”

“Save your heartwarming speech,” I deadpanned. “I won’t say a word to anyone.”

“Don’t get smart with me, princess.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. “Talking back will end with punishment.”

“Maybe you should punish me, Marcello. I’m a bad girl. I enjoy doing bad things. And I want to do them with you.”

He moved his hands to my ass and squeezed. My entire body was on fire, my skin tingling from his touch. Through his slacks, I could feel his growing erection. His expression flipped from unreadable to pure hunger. He stared at me as if he wanted to devour me, and I was hoping he would do just that.

With his eyes on me, Marcello let his pants drop around his ankles. I gripped the waistband of his black Tom Ford boxer briefs and shoved them over his hips. He wrapped my hand around the base of his huge cock, slid my fingers up and down his impressive length.

He grunted as we worked in unison. “Fuck, Rhi. Give me your mouth. I want to fuck every part of you.”

I got on my knees and positioned the head of his cock in front of my mouth. His fingers wove through my hair, and I took him one inch at a time. He gripped my hair in his hands and helped me find the perfect groove, each of his growls making me work harder and faster.

When his body trembled, he ordered me to stop. “Take off your panties and bend over the hood.”

I loved when Marcello bossed me around.

Using the car for support, I stood up and slid my jeans down with my panties. Marcello clutched my bicep to steady me as I stepped out of them. He took my panties from my hand with a sexy-as-fuck look in his blue irises. Like a hunter, he studied me as I bent over and pressed my palms to the hood of his car. I stared at him over my shoulder and licked my lips.

Marcello plucked a condom from the center console. He tore open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled it on as he moved behind me.

My skin ignited with flames when he gripped my hips, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “You should have stayed away from me.”

That was never an option. Marcello was my childhood crush, the one guy I never thought I could have. So when the opportunity presented itself, I took full advantage. Marcello had a savior complex. He needed to save people, even if it was from themselves. I assumed it had to do with his older brother sparing him from their father when they were kids. He felt as if he needed to reciprocate with someone who couldn’t defend themselves.

We were a terrible combination, but I didn’t care. When I was with Marcello, I lost myself, swept up in the passion. During these brief encounters with him, I wished we could have more, even though a life together was impossible. This was a simple as a business transaction, or at least that was what I told myself.

“I don’t want to stay away from you,” I admitted, hoping he felt the same about me. “I never did.”

He moved his hand beneath my chin and tilted my head until our eyes met. “I’m a selfish bastard. But that doesn’t mean I can have you.” He ran his hand over my ass, massaging my skin. “This is all we can ever be.”

“I’m okay with that.” I closed my eyes and whimpered when his hand slipped between my legs to feel my wetness. “Stop torturing me, Marcello.”

As his fingers rubbed my inner walls, he slipped his other hand beneath my shirt and twisted my nipple over the lacy bra. “Is this what you want, princess?”

“You know what I want.”

Marcello withdrew his fingers, quickly replacing them with his fat cock. “Always so wet for me.” He pulled out and slammed back into me, showing me how much he missed me with each thrust.


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