Page 28 of The Diávolos: Part One
“I don’t want to touch you when you’re drunk, Angelica.”
I inch my skirt up just enough to show the edge of my thong that is slicked with wetness, and I hear Evan say, “Fuck.”
He loses all restraint and reaches over, running a finger over my underwear. The feeling makes me shift in my seat and my hips buck forward pleading for him to give me more. He still has his eyes on the road, his demeanor unaffected. How is he so relaxed when I feel like I’m about to detonate?
He starts rubbing my clit over the fabric. I moan shamelessly and start swaying my hips against his hand. I want more. But he takes his hand away.
“Evan, please.”
A deep rumble escapes his lips. He hurriedly slides my thong to the side and presses on my clit with his thumb, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure, and I moan loudly. This feels so good and it’s exactly what I need.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says.
He slowly eases his fingers down my opening. He spreads me open and slides his middle finger inside, causing me to jolt. He slides another one in, and I relax as his digits work through me.
“That’s it,” he says as he screws me with his hand. His praising words bring me even more pleasure. “Open wider. Let me see if you can take a third finger like the good girl you are.”
I do as I’m told, and he slowly eases in a third one, making my body stiffen from the fullness. The feeling is so intense, heightened by the alcohol I drank. Evan fingering me in his car is the last possible scenario I would’ve pictured for tonight, but I’m not complaining.God, I’mreallynot complaining.
“Watch what I’m doing to you,” he orders as he keeps fucking me with his fingers at a hard and steady pace. I look down to watch his digits slide in and out of me. The pleasure intensifies every passing second and I can feel my orgasm rising. My moans get louder and more frantic. He doesn’t stop, willing me to explode right there in his car, all over his leather seat.
“Come for me. I want you to come all over my hand, Angelica.”
He briefly takes out his fingers, trails my wetness up to my clit and starts rubbing it with his thumb. He shoves them back inside while his palm works my clit, and that’s all it takes for my body to shudder and my orgasm to roll through me. I feel myself go rigid and my insides clench on his hand, begging for more. He doesn’t stop moving his hand until the tension eases and my breathing is steady again.
As I come back down to earth, I realize the car is at a complete stop in my driveway. I don’t know how long we’ve been here or how we even got here. I never gave him my address. But his fingers had me in such a state of euphoria, I didn’t notice where we were going. He looks at me through hooded eyes and thick lashes, and my head lolls in his direction. He lifts his hand to my mouth, running his still moist thumb across my bottom lip. I can smell my orgasm on his fingers. I catch his thumb with my mouth and suck on it, tasting myself. His breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving up and down. I shouldn’t, but I invite him in, expecting him to say yes.
He thinks it over for a moment and runs a hand over his face. But he shakes his head.
“If you let me in your house, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you as soon as we step inside, and then again on every solid surface I can find. And it won’t be gentle or passionate. It would be fueled by anger, and brutally hard. And you’re…not sober. I don’t want our first time to be like this.”
I feel a mixture of confusion, disappointment, and endearment at his response. I’m a little embarrassed for coming on so strong. I’m never this forward and I don’t know what in the world has gotten into me. I want to blame the alcohol again, but it’s him. He manages to rid me of all decency, and I want to do things I never in my wildest dreams imagined I’d be capable of. Like asking a guy into my house to have sex with me right after he made me come in his car.
This is reckless.
As I’m getting out of the car, Evan calls my name and grabs my wrist to stop me from stepping out.
“Next time you put on a show like you did at the club, make sure that it’s for my fucking eyes only. Or I’ll kill every single man who looks your way and punish you for being a brat,” he threatens.
I stop breathing for a second. The threat does the opposite of what it should do, and the deep pang of arousal is back, like it never left. He lets go of my wrist, and I close my eyes and sigh.Screw him and his stupid threat.I roll my eyes and show him the finger as I step out of the car. He scoffs and I notice a smirk curling the side of his lips. I walk to my front steps and, as soon as I enter the house, put my back against the door and sink to the floor.
So many thoughts are swimming through my head, but there’s only one that stands out.
I can’t help but focus on three words he said:our first time.
No one touches what’smine. He will pay for this.
“There’s always going to be that one person in your life that you can’t walk away from even if you know you have to.” –Anonymous
I’ve just dropped Angelica home, and I’m itching to get rid of the mix of anger and arousal I feel inside. I had to keep my frustration toward the man she was dancing with in check while driving, and Angelica did a great job of providing a distraction. I don’t know whether I want to go home and fist my dick or punch someone square in the face. That woman drives me fucking crazy and it only makes me want her more. She challenges me, keeps me on my toes, and soon enough, she’s going to bring me to my knees. I don’t get on my knees for no one, but I wouldn’t hesitate to kneel for her. She has me in a goddamn chokehold.
Some fucker put his nasty hands on her and he’s going to pay. I don’t care if she led him on. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s been claimed, even if it’s just a means to an end. And that prick is never going to touch another woman again after I’m done with him. He’s probably chained to a chair in the basement, and I can’t wait to take out my anger on him. I call Xander and the phone rings through the Bluetooth in my car.
He answers in his deep, monotone voice. I’d usually call Dion but he’s probably still busy with Aria. I tasked him to take care of her. I can only hope he’s staying out of trouble. She’s a Kastellanos, one of the Kouvalakis family’s closest allies. If anyone catches wind of his involvement with her, we’ll have another problem on our hands.
“Pou íne o paliomalákas?” Where’s the piece of shit?I ask.
“Íne sto ipógio afentikó.” He’s in the basement, boss.
