The Devil I Crave (The Devil’s Knights #2) Read Online Jillian Quinn

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil's Knights Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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No, I don’t…

My mom gasped for air as he fucked her mouth, not the least bit ashamed for doing this in front of me. I ran out of her office and down the hallway, headed toward my office. As I turned around the bend, I crashed into Marcello’s hard chest.

He hooked his arm around me before I fell, pressing my breasts into his chest. “What’s the rush, princess?”

“I just saw your dad’s dick in my mom’s mouth.” Breathing hard, I shook my head, still in disbelief. “Did you know he was here?”

Marcello gave me the creepiest smirk.

I sighed. “What the fuck? This town… your family. Just get me out of here.”

He held open the back door for me. “Let’s go.”

I followed him outside. “Is this a normal occurrence with our parents?”

He nodded. “Your mom sold her soul to the Devil a long time ago.”

“Is this really about money? I mean, I’ve always known she owed your dad and that he paid for most of the things we had… but I didn’t realize their relationship was sexual.”

Marcello opened the passenger door for me. “It wasn’t when my mom was alive.”

I made myself comfortable in his fancy sports car as he crossed in front of the hood and slid behind the wheel. Marcello looked sexy in this car, dark and scary but also powerful.

“What was it like when your mom was alive?” I asked as he started the engine.

Marcello tugged his seatbelt across his chest. “My dad has never been a nice guy. But with my mom, he was different. She was the only person he ever loved.”

“You don’t think he loves you and your brothers?”

He rolled his broad shoulders against the leather seat. “Yeah, I guess he does. It’s hard to tell with him. Like Luca, he doesn’t show emotions.”

“Has your dad ever said he loved you?”

Marcello shook his head. “Not since my mother was alive. And even then, he could never form the words without it sounding strange on his tongue. Every day, she would wake me up and say, Ti amo mio principe.”

I love you, my prince.

“That’s cute.” I smiled. “Growing up, it was just Aiden and me.” I shifted in my seat and leaned closer to him. “From what I saw in my mom’s office, I can see Luca gets his coldness from your dad. It was like watching Luca in action. Kinda freaked me out.”

He shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space. “My brother wanted to be like him.” Marcello chuckled, shaking his head. “When we were kids, Luca wore the same suits as our dad. He followed him everywhere and wanted to be part of the family business from a young age.”

I propped my elbow on the armrest and looked at him, studying the hardness of his features. “By family business, you mean the illegal side, right?”

“Yeah. The shit Luca had done for our father by the time he was in high school…” Marcello sighed. “He was born for this life. My father saw Luca’s potential and bred him to enjoy taking punishments as much as inflicting them.”

“His scars,” I muttered. “Are you saying Luca wasn’t a victim?”

“No, he was,” he assured me. “But Luca enjoyed the punishments. He thought that was our dad’s way of showing his love. Luca thought bad behavior would get our father’s attention, so he did things to make him angry. I think my dad cared for him more because of it.”

“What about you?”

Marcello floored the gas as we drove into The Hills. “I had a normal childhood until my mom died. When she was home, I spent a lot of time in her studio or hanging out with Sonny at his house.”

“Really? That sounds too normal for the Salvatores.”

He snickered. “It’s not like we’re the Adam’s Family.”

“No, you’re more like The Sopranos.” I laughed. “When did a sexual relationship with our parents start?”

“I don’t know for sure. In my freshman year of high school, I saw them together in my dad’s office. He had your mom tied up and naked on his desk.”

“What did you do?”

He drove faster as we passed the house I had shared with Aiden, and my heart dropped into my stomach. None of the lights were on. The entire street was empty.

“I watched,” Marcello confessed.

“Seriously?”

“I was fourteen years old,” he shot back. “I was curious.”

“You wanted to learn?” I guessed.

He smirked. “Yeah, I guess. And back then, your mom was fucking hot.”

I pretended to gag, sticking out my tongue. “Gross, Marcello.”

“Give me a break,” he challenged. “I was a teenager. I just wanted to wet my dick.”

“Marcello,” I groaned. “You sound like Luca when you talk like that.”

“I’m not much different from him.”

“You’re nothing like him.” His head snapped to me, and I grinned. “That’s why I like you. I can talk to you. Luca would have dismissed me if I asked him about our parents.”


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