Devil's Advocate: A Dark Mafia Romance (Devil's Playground Book 1) by Vivi Paige (learn to read activity book TXT) 📕

I stared right back. “If I hadn’t followed you, you’d be dead and we both know it.”

Indro’s eyes narrowed to dark slits. For a moment I thought I’d gone too far. Then he sighed and nodded his head.

“All right, I’ll give you that one.” He handed me a cup of coffee, which I gratefully accepted. We dined on leftovers and sipped coffee, which revitalized us somewhat. I still had the achy feeling of having been swimming too long, but at least neither of us seemed to be coming down with a cold after our icy plunge.

The only problem was my toes still felt chilly, no matter that I’d layered my socks at the Coast Guard station and then put my feet over a heat register when we returned home.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“My toes are still cold.”

“I have a solution. A nice, hot shower.”

I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go first, and make sure I leave you some hot water—”

“Oh, I’m coming with you,” he said firmly. Indro grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my chair. I gasped as he roughly pulled off my sweatshirt and then my pants. My chest heaved with pants as I squirmed under his smoldering gaze.

I reached out and grasped the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants. I tugged them down, revealing his firmly erect cock. I looked from his weapon up to his face.

“Come here, you,” Indro growled. He took me by my throat and dragged me to my feet. He mashed his lips on top of mine and kissed me deeply. I surrendered to his tongue, his touch. I felt a tingle in my clit as he pulled away, resting his forehead against my own.

Indro took a handful of my hair and dragged me along to the bathroom. He pushed me into the shower and turned on the water before stepping in himself. After a few moments, the spray turned lukewarm, then steaming hot. I adjusted the head, so it sprayed down over our naked bodies as Indro embraced me from behind.

I moaned softly as he massaged my breasts, his mouth on my shoulder. He worked his way up to my neck, leaving kisses and hot licks in his wake. Indro released one of my breasts and grabbed the loofah. I squirted a spiral of foam onto its pink and white surface.

Indro rubbed it across my belly, working his way up to my chest with heavy, strong strokes. I leaned into him, feeling his rigid cock nestling between my ass cheeks. He felt so good against me. I didn’t even mind his dominance. In fact, I reveled in it.

Indro’s swirling scrubs grew gentler as he teased each of my nipples before sweeping the loofah around to my back. He crouched behind me, applying gentle pressure on my back until I leaned against the shower wall. My fingers splayed wide as he ran the loofah over my back in slow swirls.

Indro worked his way down to the slope of my ass, then dove the loofah through my crack. I moaned, my voice echoing back at me from off the tiled walls as he spread my cheeks and scrubbed my nether region with gentle but thorough strokes.

I giggled when the loofah tickled the inside of my thighs. I jumped a little from his ministrations, only to cry out when his hand sharply smacked my bottom.

“Hold still, you,” Indro commanded.

I struggled to obey, which grew quite difficult when he lifted my foot and scrubbed the sole. By the time he finished soaping me up, we were both laughing, and my feet had grown warm at last.

Indro pulled the removable shower head off and sprayed it over my body, sluicing the water away with his broad palm. His hand tightened in my hair and encouraged me to turn about to face him. I put my arms up over my head on opposite sides of the shower armature as he turned the spray on my front half.

He gave lengthy, thorough attention to each of my breasts. I enjoyed the way he enjoyed me, playing with my heavy, pliant gourds, deforming them to his whims.

Indro turned the sprayer on my pussy, and I shivered, a heavy moan forcing its way out of my mouth. He pried my pussy lips apart, stroked my clitoral mound with his index finger, and adjusted the nozzle to maximum output.

I shrieked when the pulsing water hit my clitoris. Electrical flashes shot through my body, and my eyes squeezed shut as my legs shook. I’d have collapsed but for him holding me up.

“That’s my dirty little lawyer,” he teased. Indro shoved the loofah into my trembling hand. “Now, it’s your turn to clean me.”

I squirted soap on the loofah and flicked my gaze up to his. I ran it over his smoothly muscled chest, frothing up his dark, curly hair. I worked my way downward, over the knots of muscle in his abdomen, and further still until I grasped his shaft and lifted it up, gently scrubbing with the loofah.

“Make sure you get the balls, too,” Indro commanded.

I did so, then used the sprayer to sluice him clean as well. Still on my knees, I gave in to impulse and kissed the tip of his cock. Indro growled low in his throat.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He took hold of my hair. “Get on my dick, Sophie.”

I smiled and looked up into his eyes. “Yes, Indro.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Sophie

I gripped Indro’s shaft firmly in my palm, feeling its pulsing, rigid length against my skin. Leaning forward, I licked the tip with a slow, sensuous pass of my tongue. Indro groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

I caressed his balls with my free hand as I took the tip inside of my mouth. Indro’s eyes snapped open, and he stared down at me with a smoldering gaze.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled. “Stop playing with my shaft and swallow it.”

Swallow it? I stared up at