All Chapters of The Devil She Knows: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CamilleI can't hide my disappointment when I see there's nothing in here that does anything for me."Am I right?" he prods.I look around once more, just to be sure, but nothing comes. "What else do you have stored?""Furniture.""Do you know if they had any other homes or business places?""People like them would have had lots of places all over the world. I've only been to a handful and they all had giant crests like what you saw on the cliff and inside the house."That definitely doesn't help me. "Can you tell me anything more about them? They must have meant a lot to you for you to keep their things.""They did mean a lot to me, but all I can tell you is that Pavel and his wife were good people who took care of my mother and me. My mother knew them all her life so we were hardly different from family. We had a good life here. When we went to live in Russia, we lost contact with them."Wow, he actually told me something about himself. And I'm surprised at my eagerness to know more

Camille"Suck. Hard." He groans, the sound showing he likes what I'm doing to him.It induces my mind back into that haze, and I start sucking.Another primal groan pours out of him, making my nipples tighten. Then, using my hair, he grips tighter and deep throats me.I feel like I'm going to choke on his cock, but I adjust my mouth to take him, getting control of my gag reflex.Everything in my mind vanishes when he starts fucking my face. The force at which he hammers into my mouth sets my body on fire, and every nerve sizzles. Lust overrides the blood in my veins, pushing straight to my pussy and suddenly I'm soaked.Soaked in a way that I've never been before and I can no longer deny the need making my clit throb.I know I'm treading in dangerous waters when this no longer feels like a punishment and I want him to touch me.Touch me and take me.Alessio lifts my face and stares down at me, our gazes locked. Him watching me sucking him and me watching the pleasure on his face.We m

AlessioThe sound of somebody clearing their throat in an exaggerated manner pulls me from my thoughts. When I turn around, I find myself facing Gytha, who is staring at the panties in my hand.The fury and hurt on her face tone down the professional look she has going with the business dress she's wearing.I hope I didn't look like that when I found her that night with some motherfucker balls deep inside her ass. I would hate to give anyone such control over my emotions.I also hope that getup she's wearing isn't for me. After what Camille told me, it looks like I have to talk to Gytha again and make sure I set her straight. I don't need women problems, or any other right now.One more sniff before I place the panties back in my pocket.Gytha locks the door and comes closer, stopping paces away from my desk."I was wondering when you'd take her," she says, looking like she's doing her best to keep her composure."You shouldn't wonder about such things. It's not good for you. And whil

CamilleI watch the water spraying over his body. His perfect, naked body with his cock already erect and massive, bobbing between his legs.And oh God, I looked at it. Again.I look away, but now Alessio is grinning at me because he caught me looking at his dick. My skin has turned several shades of crimson, so I can't even hide my embarrassment."I already told you if it pleases you to look, then look." He lowers his voice purposely, making it sound velvety smooth and sensual."It doesn't please me." He wouldn't know I'm looking because, of course he's hot, but he's the first naked man I've ever seen."Well I much prefer you this way." He leans back in and pulls my hands away from my breasts, then parts my legs so he can look at my pussy properly. "Don't hide yourself from me."The same wild look from the other night comes into his eyes and I'm glad the water is pouring over us because I can feel my arousal gathering between my thighs.Something must be really wrong with me if I can

AlessioHoly. Fucking. Shit.I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy.Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked.It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell.Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.I got a mere taste of what it would feel like to be inside her and I pulled out.I actually pulled out.Now I'm torn between slamming back inside her tight wet cunt, or going to see what my father's wife wants.Why the hell is Mira Scarfoni here?Okay I know why. That's a very stupid question.It's more like it would be weird if she didn't come and seek me out to talk in private.She could have spoken to Leif. I don't know a