Page 58 of Devious Roses

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Page 58 of Devious Roses

She frowns. I push myself up on a manic beat, probably looking like a lunatic. It’s as my arms shake and I sit upward that I realize what’s going on.

My hallucination and reality blend together and reveal what’s true.

The door to my cell lies open. Light from the hall pours in. I’m sitting on the floor, a sweaty and disheveled mess.

And the person standing in the doorwayisDelphine. She’s staring at me with a deep frown of concern on her face.

I can’t breathe when I realize she’s real. My lungs give up and I’m only capable of a strained breath.

“What… Phi… you’re here? You’re… you’re real?”

She drops to her knees at my side. “Jon, you’re coming home with me. They’re releasing you from jail.”

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delphine

Salvatore’s releasedfrom the county correctional facility and ordered to spend the remainder of time until his trial under house arrest. It’s still not ideal, but it’s the best solution at the moment, considering his case is tied up in the legal system.

The authorities at the jail reviewed the camera footage of the fight Salvatore was in and determined he had acted out of self-defense. His presence in jail with the regular criminal population was determined to be too much of a risk to not only his personal safety, but for others as well.

In reality, I’m well aware what really happened: Polk made a few phone calls and requested a couple favors.

It doesn’t matter, because Salvatore’s home, and Polk knows his time is limited. If he goes back on our deal, I’ll ruin him.

Salvatore has no clue about the details. He doesn’t know that I’ve blackmailed Polk or that it’s the reason he’s a somewhat free man.

Though, in typical Salvatore fashion, hesuspects.

“What’d you do?” he asks the first night he’s home. I’ve wrapped both arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest, making sure he’s real. He lets me, his hands skimming up my body in slow fashion to hold my face and peer into my eyes. “I was in the Box. They easily could’ve left me there.”

I feign confusion by knitting my brows. “Jon, I wasn’t expecting to have you home. I’m just happy you are.”

I’m whisked off my feet for such a blatant lie and carried into the bedroom where Salvatore proceeds to show me how happy he is to be home too.

“That was… a lot,” I breathe after the fact, laying twisted in the sheets, barely able to think, much lessmove.

Salvatore’s somehow a current of energy… even after the last hour of passionate bed games we’ve played. He props himself up on his elbow, lying beside me as he allows the tips of his fingers to outline my curves.

“I missed this,” he says. “It’s no good keeping an animal locked up in a cage.”

I arch a brow at him. “Is that your way of telling me you’re not done? I’m going to need a recess.”

His throaty laugh fills the air. He leans over me with a look that’s a perplexing mix of amusement and hunger. An animal is right—and now he’s been set free, in all his insatiable glory.

He kisses me full on the lips while his hands do other wonderful things to me. Strong fingers roll my taut nipples between them. Warm palms slide over my bare skin and make me shudder. He ends up between my thighs, feeling the mess we’ve made there, and groaning as he tells me he wants to add more.

“I’m just getting started with you,” he growls, nipping at my neck.

I try replying until his fingers find my clit and I’m overtaken by a moan. The wetness he finds there, his cum and mine, coats my pussy lips. He plays in the slick creaminess, his fingertips spreading the mess, dragging some to my clit.

Deep tingles of pleasure ignite. A warm flush breaks out across my skin as my body zeroes in on how good it feels.

His fingers on my clit and his lips on my lips.

We melt back into the moment as if we never stopped—so focused on drawing and inflicting pleasure, our bodies move of their own accord.

I part my thighs further and Salvatore fits himself in between. He slicks his length along my folds and coats himself with the evidence of us before he sinks in. I’m so sensitive, so in tune with every movement, that it’s almost enough to make me come instantly.




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