The Devil's Secretary

Chapter 125: I need you to...

Mature content 18+

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When Daisy did not say anything, the man wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. Ryle buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fragrance that had been haunting him for what seemed like ages now.

His grip around her body tightened almost as if he wanted to meld her into him, ’’If you are angry, vent it. Fight me, hit me. But I won’t allow you to ignore me.’’ free𝑤ebnovel.com

’’I don’t need your permission to do anything,’’ Daisy’s voice had somehow grown soft. The words that were intended to chastise him seemed like little complaints that she was stating for him to coax her.

Ryle raised his head and looked into her eyes. Under the moonlight, she seemed even more ethereal.

He cupped her face and pressed his forehead against hers, ’’I miss you. I have missed you so bad, Daisy,’’ he whispered against her lips.

Daisy’s fingers clenched the fabric of her satin nightgown tightly. She could feel his warm breath grazing her lips.

’’I stay at your place...’’ she whispered.

I stay right in front of you, in your mansion every day. Why would you miss me?

Even if I don’t stay with you, why would you miss me in the first place?

Those words lingered at the tip of her tongue but she did not utter them, not trusting her voice that seemed to be not within her control.

Ryle looked at her, eyes slightly narrowed.

Had both of them touched even a drop of the wine, she would have liked to assume that he was drunk. But they hadn’t.

They clearly had not touched the wine that was still placed, untouched on that table.

Under her flickering gaze, he placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Daisy trembled as his lips trailed down, ’’Did you miss me?" the man questioned against her skin as he pressed a small kiss on the corner of her lips.

’’No.’’

’’No?" he bit her bottom lips, his thumb stroking her waist as he pulled her closer till her nightgown was tugged up to her thighs and she was kneeling right above his torso, with both her legs on either side of his body.

’’No...’’ her eyes fluttered close.

Ryle captured her bottom lips in between his as he sucked on it. ’’Still no?"

"Mm...’’

Suddenly, the lingering warmth of his lips on hers was gone as the man pulled back from her.

Daisy almost let out a groan of protest.

Her eyes opened as she looked at the man. She grabbed his collar, ’’Ryle...’’

’’Yeah?"

Daisy lowered her head as she bit her lips, her chest heaving up and down.

’’I am cold,’’ she whispered, ’’I need you to...’’

Before she could continue speaking, the man had captured her lips in his as he kissed her fiercely. His touch seemed to have ignited flames in her body.

Daisy grabbed the collar of his shirt tightly as she responded to his kiss, feeling his tongue intermingle with hers as he sucked and bit on her bottom lips alternatively.

He was rough, rougher than every time they had kissed before but she could feel his urgency, his need that seemed to be just as dire as hers.

Daisy pressed her body down on him on instinct and through the layer of clothes between, she could feel something hard rubbing against her.

A small gasp escaped her mouth and she felt the man smiling against her lips before he held her jaw, and angled her face, ’’Things you do to me,’’ he whispered against her lips before capturing them for another passionate kiss.

Daisy’s nipples were hard and perky through the satin nightgown she had donned. The lack of bra seemed to have made them even more sensitive. As her breasts rubbed against his chest, she could feel the ache in them.

’’Ryle...’’ she moaned his name, instinctively rubbing her breasts on his muscular chest.

’’Fuck,’’ Ryle cursed under his breath and let one of his hands glide up her waist as he trailed them up to her supple breasts, his finger tracing over her hardened nipples, ’’Daze, you are so...’’ he kissed her chin before kissing her lips again, ’’...so enticing,’’ he cupped one of her breasts that seemed to fit just perfectly in his huge palm.

’’Ahh...’’ Daisy threw her head back as she moaned.

Ryle trailed warm kisses down her neck and squeezed her breast gently as he felt her chest heaving up and down.

But Daisy craved more. She craved so much more.

In the next moment, Ryle almost lost every thread of his sanity when the woman arched her waist and pushed her breast in his fist as if wanting him to squeeze it harder. And she sat on him, grinding on his hardness. Even through the layer of clothes, he could feel his dick throbbing harder.

Daisy did not what she was doing but there was this itch growing inside her, ’’Ryle...’’ she knew only he could help so she could not help but call out to him again as she moved her hips, grinding on him.

Ryle’s breathing grew ragged. His eyes darkened. His long fingers wrapped around her slender neck and he kissed her collarbone before biting the spot till she hissed in the pinch of pain that she felt.

His palm squeezed her breasts harder and Daisy moved her hips, rubbing her aching wetness on him as if she was desperate.

’’Ah..’’ A moan slipped from her mouth when she felt a wet lick on her nipple.

Her eyes flew open and red stained her cheeks as she glanced at the man who was licking her hardened nipple through her nightgown.

He did not break eye contact with her as he bit her nipple, licking and biting it alternatively.

Daisy gasped when his other hand lifted her nightgown and slipped inside. When his rough palm touched her bare breasts, her senses seemed to have heightened.

’’Yes...ahh...’’ he squeezed and kneaded one of her breasts while playing with his teeth with the other.

’’Ryle... I...’’ she looked at him, in a panting and moaning mess, ’’I can’t...’’