The Devil's Secretary

Chapter 230: Till midnight?

Ryle could feel the warmth of her skin against his fingers through the fabric of her clothes.

When she arched her neck, the night shirt slipped a little lower from one side of her shoulder, revealing the glaring marks that had yet to fade from her body.

Ryle leaned in, his breath caressing her skin before his teeth sunk into her skin, slightly below her collarbone.

As he bit and sucked on the place, Daisy gasped, her legs pressing together instinctively as a warmth roiled amidst her thighs, tickling her senses.

"R-Ryle..." the man did not respond to her, the movement of his tongue was getting more and more intense while his hand reached for the red scarf she had wrapped around her neck. He tugged at it, one hand, gentle at first before removing and throwing it to the other side, his movements rather impatient.

He leaned in and unbuttoned the buttons of her night suit with his teeth and with every movement, the tip of his tongue reached between the gaps, licking her skin.

"Ryle.. the door..." Daisy whispered, struggling to catch her breath that no longer came in her grasp.

"Ignore it," he tugged the shirt off her body and his tongue reached to caress her deep cleavage, his face almost burrowing snugly in between her breasts as his fingers reached out to remove her bra. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

A soft moan slipped out of her mouth when his teeth sunk into her breast, grazing and biting the soft spot.

Her body was growing warm with a heated touch. Daisy knew if she let herself go, she would forget everything that existed or mattered.

With the last bit of restraint left within her, she mumbled hastily, "Someone will walk in on us. I.. Ah.. I am not in a decent state. I won’t know how to face people tomorrow..."

She trailed off when he stopped abruptly.

When she met his gaze, she was taken aback by the raw possessiveness in those eyes as they looked at her with a maddening hunger.

’Swish’

With a clear movement, the blanket draped over her body, "Nobody gets to see you like this," he whispered, a touch of a frown on his face as he held her jaw, supporting it on the space between his thumb and index finger.

She could hear the sound of her heartbeats loud and clear in her head when his thumb swiped across her bottom lips, "Got it?" He asked.

Daisy looked into his eyes and her mind subconsciously started the count.

1.. 2... 3...

As his gaze deepened, Daisy lowered her gaze.

"I will take that as a yes," Ryle whispered.

He pulled the blanket close, covering every inch of her body till only her head was peeking out.

"Is Angel asleep? Or is she still playing?"

He sounded like he was trying to suppress something so much that his voice cracked towards the end of his words.

Daisy averted her eyes and looked at the floor. The rug seemed beautiful for the first time.

"Her health has become more stable in recent months. She doesn’t even need frequent blood transfusions like she did earlier. But, she still ends up sleeping early when she is too tired..."

"I know all of the things you just said, sweetheart. I have been around her all this time. It would be weird if I don’t stay updated about her health condition," Ryle poked her forehead, sighing helplessly, "You, on the other hand, should stop talking in circles."

As he watched her face turning a light shade of red, his eyes flickered with amusement.

"She is asleep," Daisy mumbled.

Ryle’s eyes narrowed, "Then..."

"But I have to be by her side before midnight," she added in a softer voice, her face flushed.

Wasn’t that an indirect way of phrasing ’I am all yours for now’?

In a few large strides, Ryle covered the distance between the bed and the door.

The door was slammed shut and within a few seconds, Daisy was pinned to the bed.

The blanket that was draped around her fell open and Ryle’s palm enveloped her breast through the bra that was snug to her body.

While he squeezed and teased her hardened nipple through the fabric of the bra, his lips consumed hers in a fiery kiss that rendered Daisy immobile.

One of her hands wrapped around his neck while she lifted her other hand to the back of his head.

As his tongue invaded her mouth with force, Daisy clutched his hair in a tight grip.

"Ahh..." Daisy instinctively lifted her hips and rubbed herself against him when she felt the bulge in his pants.

The next moment, her face turned slightly red when he pressed tighter against her, letting her feel his hardness through the trousers he wore.

"Fuck," Ryle bit her bottom lips and pulled away from her with a glaring impatience, "Did you do it on purpose, princess?"

Daisy’s eyes were a little dazed as she glanced at the man’s impatient movements while he tugged here and there around his body and discarded every bit of remaining clothing from his body. Her eyes widened when she saw his hardened length, the veins on his dick bulging.

Her lips parted.

When she heard his words, she could not avert her gaze from his dick somehow but her eyes were filled with a hint of confusion.

"You let me have you till midnight. We have barely half an hour till then. How am I going to have all of you nicely?" At first, he had been too pleased when she let him have his way.

But now, just thinking how he had to stop in a mere 30 minutes made his head go into a spiral.

30 minutes? Fucking 30 minutes? He will not even be done with playing with her hair in that much time.

However, much to his annoyance, she did not seem to be the least bit concerned about his words.

Ryle could feel where her gaze was settled. He glanced at his dick and his eyes narrowed. Fuck, it was his own thing yet he felt beyond jealous it got her attention more than he did.

Daisy gasped suddenly when...