Page 43 of The Diávolos: Part One
He reaches my panties and pushes his thumb right on my clit over the silk. My entire body jolts as if I’ve been hit with a wave of electricity.
“Stop,” I plead. But my voice isn’t convincing. Deep down, I want this, but I know it’s wrong.Sowrong.
“Beg,” he commands, as he lifts himself off me to allow some air to flow more easily through my chest, but he keeps his finger right on my sweet spot. He squeezes my throat a little tighter. Before I’m able to say anything, he removes his thumb, pushes my panties to the side and dips his fingers right into my opening.
He’s cast a spell on me. The intensity of this moment and the unfiltered, uninhibited emotions he’s pulling out of me are frightening, but I want more.Ang, he’s forcing himself on you. Get a fucking grip.
“Please. Please, stop. Let me breathe,” I beg, my voice starting to sound ragged. Truth is, we both know I don't really want him to stop.
He doesn’t let up and keeps his digits buried deep inside of me. I have the carnal urge to grind against his hand, but my brain keeps telling me this is insane, that I shouldn’t want this. I let out a loud snarl of frustration and that only seems to egg him on. Something pokes at my leg, and I realize his dick is pressed right against my thigh, and it’s hardening by the second.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He removes his fingers and I sigh in relief. But he slams them right back inside and fingers me with brute force. I lose it.
I kick my legs up, not caring if I die from exhaustion and suffocation, and I attempt to knee him in the balls. Everything I’m doing only encourages him to keep going. This is turning him on. He’s sick.But so are you, Ang,my mind responds. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for my inner demons to stay away.
“I’m going to crack you open, Angelica. Leave you bare.”
I’m undoubtedly sick because, instead of being repulsed, my body is reacting differently, and I have no control over it as I feel the build-up of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure hit me, and I focus on them as they get heavier and more intense. It feels heavenly, and the tingle in my lower abdomen gets stronger.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls as he focuses on my g-spot.
“Oh my god.Oh my god,” I moan. I stare at him deep in the eyes and there’s an unmistakable eagerness in them. He wants to please me, make me come, and it’s turning me into a pile of mush.
“Come for me, Angelica. And only then will I let you go. But if you try to run again, I will catch you, and I won’t have mercy on you next time. Never play games with the devil.”
“Okay,” I croak from under him, and then I climax so hard, it hurts.
When I’ve come back down to earth and the tingle between my legs has lessened, he lets go of my neck, and I scramble off the ground. My stalker gets up in one swift movement like the most sinful-looking dark angel to ever exist.
“Get in the car, Angelica,” he commands.
I start walking as he picks up my purse and heels off the grass, staying behind me in case I decide to run off again.Who says chivalry is dead.
This time, I don’t run.
I slide into the passenger seat, handing my life over to my guardian angel…the devil.
“Never run from a predator. Even the most behaved of them will have a hard time restraining themselves from chasing after a prey.” –Patricia Briggs
Angelica is stubborn as hell.
But I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy the chase and the adrenaline high I got from seeing her struggle.
I knew she would run. I could see the indecision in her eyes, and I hoped she would try. She doesn’t know I’m a runner, a hunter, a predator, and she is my prey. I’m relentless when I want something, and she is the unlucky person caught in the middle of my seductive dance of life and death. They say there’s something profound about the relationship between predator and prey. Angelica was withering like a wilting rose under my hold, and then the sweet smell of her arousal traveled up to my nose and triggered an undeniable need to consume her. And I did.Sort of. I gave her a taste of what it would be to feel me inside her.
Shephysicallyfought me. She scratched the sides of my face and I hope I keep the scars forever.
My cock is still throbbing at the thought of her precious life being in my hands.
I finally convinced her to get in my car after she decided to tempt her fate, and she’s now sitting next to me, frowning and crying silently. I want to reach over, squeeze her cheeks, and bite her pouty lips until she stops sulking. But I need to let her go through the process of accepting her new reality.
At first, I hadn’t recognized the man she was with, but when I saw her walk into the ballroom with him on her arm, I almost charged him like a bull. You would’ve thought he was a damn matador waving a red cape. I wanted to gouge his eyes out and cut each finger off his dirty fucking hands for touching Angelica. He was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and although I agree, the thought of him doing something about it made me burn up inside.
I’m aware of her history with Niko. I thoroughly dug up her past. If someone even breathes Angelica’s way, I’ll know about it. They dated in high school, and he took her virginity. If it were up to him, he would make her his wife. I heard of her father’s plan to arrange their marriage before she left the city. I’m not sure if that’s still his intention, but it’s the last thing I would ever let happen. Which is why I had to put an end to whatever fucking fantasy Niko had in his head by accompanying her to the ball.
It was time for her to meet hersecret admirer.
Before I realized what I was doing, I’d pushed my way through the crowd of wealthy assholes and followed Angelica right into the women’s restroom. I know she isn’t dating Niko anymore, but seeing him touching her arms, rubbing her back, and whispering in her ear like a lover over and over made me go apeshit.
