possesive devill

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Chapter [X+3]: The Punishment

> "You've been a very bad kitten," he growled, his voice thick, deep, dangerously low.

"And bad kittens…" he opened the car door, his eyes locking onto mine, burning—

"…need to be punished. Get in the car."

I swallowed hard.

His tone alone was enough to make my knees weak, but the way he looked at me? Like I was prey he'd been starving for?

I obeyed without a word, sliding into the passenger seat. But the moment the door clicked shut, everything changed.

In one swift movement, Diago pinned me against the car door, his body caging me in, his palm pressed beside my head, his scent all over me.

> "You were enjoying his company a lot," he said, each word slow, like a threat wrapped in silk.

"Smiling like your teeth don't close. Hm?"

"I wasn't—"

> "Shhh."

His finger came up to my lips, silencing me.

Then he wrapped a golden strand of my hair around his finger—slowly, deliberately—his gaze locked on mine.

> "One thing I hate, kitten… is sharing what's mine."

"And I never let anyone else touch my things."

His fingers slid to my chin, tilting my face up—not harsh, but firm. Commanding. His breath was hot against my cheek. His voice a whisper against my lips.

> "You're mine, kitten. Say it."

My lips parted. I couldn't speak. I just stared, heart racing.

So I bit my bottom lip instead.

That was a mistake.

Diago's eyes darkened instantly, his control slipping.

> "Stop doing that," he growled.

"Kitten. I swear…"

"Doing what?" I asked innocently, biting my lip again.

His jaw clenched.

> "Get over here."

In one move, he pulled me into his lap. His hands held me firmly in place as I straddled him in the tight space. Our faces were inches apart. His gaze flicked down to my lips, then back to my eyes.

> "Tell me," he rasped.

"What does a naughty kitten deserve?"

"A bad kitten…" I whispered, breath hitching.

> "Deserves to be punished."

I licked my lips slowly.

Diago inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing beneath me.

> "Kitten, if you keep doing that, you're going to wake the big, bad wolf."

His voice was strained now, laced with fire and hunger. He pressed me down harder against his lap.

I shifted slightly, trying to find balance—but then I felt it.

Something.

Hard. Thick. Very awake.

I froze. "Diago… something's poking me."

He groaned, head falling back against the seat.

> "Kitten… stop moving."

I moved again, just a little. Testing. Teasing.

He sucked in another breath, his hands gripping my hips now, keeping me still.

> "You're playing with fire," he warned, voice dark.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"I'm just getting comfortable," I said innocently.

He groaned again, deeper this time, his control unraveling.

> "You've woken up the little monster, kitten…" he growled.

"Now you're going to have to put him back to sleep."

I blinked. "L-Little monster?"

A devilish smirk curled on his lips.

> "Yes, kitten. Though, fair warning… he's not so little."

Still holding my gaze, Diago gently shifted me off his lap and leaned back in his seat. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached for his belt and unfastened it.

The sound of the buckle coming undone made my breath catch.

He slid the zipper down.

And then…

He pulled himself free.

My lips parted in shock.

He wasn't lying.

His eyes locked with mine—intense, dark, and dripping with lust. My breath caught in my throat.

> "Touch me, kitten," he commanded.

The car was thick with tension, the air heated with everything unsaid. My body froze, my hands trembling. I couldn't move. Couldn't think. All I could do was feel—the pull of his voice, the burn of his gaze, the throb between my legs.

He noticed.

Of course, he did.

Without breaking eye contact, Diago took my hand—slow, deliberate—and brought it down between us.

Right onto him.

I gasped, eyes squeezing shut.

He was hot, hard… thick. My fingers barely wrapped around him. The pulsing veins beneath my palm made my breath hitch.

> "Eyes on me," he growled.

I opened them slowly, shame and curiosity dancing behind my lashes.

His gaze never wavered—hungry, almost proud.

Then he guided my hand, wrapping it tighter around his length. Up. Down. Up. Down. The movement slow. Controlled.

He released my hand, letting me continue on my own.

His head tilted back slightly as he exhaled through gritted teeth.

> "That's it, kitten… just like that."

I found a rhythm, my strokes getting bolder, faster. My hand slid easily now—slick with the drops of precum coating the tip. The sound of my palm gliding over him, the wet heat, the raw friction—it was all too much.

He groaned.

Loud. Guttural. Beautiful.

And that sound did something to me.

My thighs clenched. My panties soaked. My lips parted, dry and aching.

Then he reached up and slid his thumb between my lips.

> "Suck," he said.

I didn't hesitate. I took it in, swirling my tongue around it, sucking hard. His moan deepened, his hips twitching slightly beneath my touch.

> "Shit, kitten…"

My hand moved faster now. I could feel him thickening, twitching. He was close.

> "Come on… faster," he urged, his voice sharp with need. "Make me come for you."

I obeyed.

I wanted to please him. Needed to.

And when his head fell back fully, his abs tightening beneath his shirt, his growl turned into a low, desperate groan—

> "Fuuuck—Alora…"

Warm, sticky heat spilled into my hand, ropes of release coating my skin. His body jerked slightly under the force of it.

He stared at me, chest heaving.

Then slowly, his hand reached up and ruffled my hair, gently brushing it from my face.

> "Good girl," he whispered, voice hoarse.

I looked down at my hand, dazed… examining the white substance. Still catching my breath.

His jaw clenched.

> "Stop looking."

He grabbed a tissue from the glovebox and wiped my hand clean, tossing it aside quickly like he couldn't stand the thought of me doing anything else.

> "That's mine," he muttered possessively, still catching his breath. "You don't stare at what belongs to me like it's a science project."

I didn't say a word.

Just sat there.

Heart racing. Body wet. Mind spinning.

And when he finally leaned in again, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, he whispered—

> "Next time, kitten… that pretty little mouth of yours won't just be sucking my thumb."

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