Page 54 of The Diávolos: Part One
I pull out of his grip and cross my arms over my chest. I raise my eyebrows. “You’re supposed to be at home resting, Evan.”
“I’ve done enough healing for a fucking lifetime. And I do what I please,” he says, raising his eyebrows in return.
“Right.” I let out a huff of air. “You didn’t have to sneak up on me like that. It’s an invasion of privacy,” I say, angrily.
He grabs a handful of my hair and runs his fingers all the way down the strands. His hand travels to the side of my face, and he grazes his thumb over my cheek, sending tingles down my body. Then, he tips my head back and wraps his palm around my neck.
“You need to accept that you’re just as messed up as me, angel. You enjoy this torment. You yearn to be watched, pursued, and captured. You want me to destroy you in every possible way. And Iwill. As soon as you stop playing games,” he answers, his grip on me tighter.
I gulp and let out a soft whimper. He is so close to me, I can barely stand it.
“Ineededto see you, so I came. Three long weeks without seeing your beautiful face was torture.”
He tightens his hold again and I feel my heartbeat pulse in my throat. “No injury could keep me away from you any longer.” His very presence steals the air from my lungs.
“You should’ve never seen me in that private moment. You don’t have the right to see me like that,” I argue weakly as I try to shuffle backward. He catches my ankle, pulls me down the bed, and I yelp. “Evan!”
My butt is at the edge, and he hovers over my body with one arm, speaking softly into my ear. “How do I not have the right to see you touch yourself when it’s my name you’re calling,angeloúdi mou?”
In one movement, he lays his weight on top of me and starts grinding his crotch between my legs. I immediately lift my hips to meet his thrusts and curse at myself for reacting so quickly to his every touch. The closeness is almost unbearable.
His forehead is nearly touching mine and his scent fills my nose. The hardness of his length grazes my center. Swift aftershocks rock my body from my recent orgasm as he hits my sweet spot.
“All the lights were turned off, so I thought you were sleeping. Little did I know, you were awake.Very muchawake. Screamingmyname.”
He buries his face in my neck, his breath teasing the skin, and he laughs sinfully. I blink. He’s got a point, but I’m still bothered by his arrogance. Still angry that he thinks he can get away with everything.
Several seconds go by before I muster up a response, and as I open my mouth to speak, he suddenly gets off the bed. He closes his eyes, and I can sense his struggle as he inhales harshly. Had he stayed on top of me any longer, he would’ve likely been deep inside me any moment, yet he continues to hold himself back. As much as I want to indulge my urges, it might be best this way.
I sit up, already feeling the absence of his weight.
“I wanted to witness your beauty. Be reminded of your smell. Feel your skin.”
He sighs heavily, almost in defeat, like he just admitted something to himself. He’s allowing his vulnerability to poke through his tough exterior, and it makes my heart flutter. It takes courage to reveal your heart.
He bends over and rests his head on mine for an instant, then presses his lips to my forehead, giving me the softest kiss. He pulls away, hesitantly, and walks out of my bedroom, glancing back at me as he disappears in the hallway. He marches down the stairs, and I hear him leave through the front door.
Unable to move, I stare at my ceiling. I want to push him away, but the pull I feel toward him is unstoppable.
I close my eyes and eventually drift off to sleep, Evan showing up once again, in my dreams.
“No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.” –Abraham Lincoln
Fuck.
It took everything in me to leave Angelica last night. She was even more beautiful than when I had last seen three weeks ago.
I feel this magnetic pull toward her that’s almost impossible to ignore. I can’t stop thinking of the moment I woke up from surgery after the shooting and saw her lying in bed next to me. She was asleep, her forehead slightly creased, as if in concern. I’d reached over, wincing from the pain, and caressed her soft skin. The thought of waking up to her every morning didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore. She had stayed and taken care of me, and Dion confirmed that she hadn’t wanted to leave my side at all. I had to force her to go home. I don’t know what I would have done if she’d been found by her father’s men. They wouldn’t have hurt her, but my identity would’ve been leaked prematurely, and all my progress ruined. Our trust broken.
Once she finds out who I really am, I might lose her for good. I’m not ready for that to happen yet.
I wish I could say that the thought of failing my uncle bothers me more than the thought of losing her.
But it doesn’t.
When she left my side, her lingering sweet, flowery scent made my dick hard and brought me peace at the same time. I need her in my life at my worst moments, even more than the best ones, and that speaks volumes.
Allowing myself to let her into a fraction of my life ended with me getting shot, my whole life flashing before my eyes. The look on Angelica’s face when she saw me lying on the floor, covered in blood, is a moment I will never forget. She was panicking, and I didn’t have the strength to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.
