Page 66 of The Diávolos: Part One
“You were made for me, Angelica,” I whisper against her mouth. “These lips were created for me to kiss.” I press mine on hers. “These nipples, for me to pinch.” I flick her breast over the fabric, and she squirms in my arms. “This pussy, for me to fuck.” I cup her through her dress. “Every. Fucking. Inch. Of. You. Is. Mine. Do you understand?”
She nods and her breaths harshen as I lift her up, squeezing her soft ass, and I wrap her legs around my waist. “Someone might catch us,” she pants.
“Then, let’s make it count.”
Our tongues dance together, the urgency of our kiss overpowering my senses. In this moment, I realize I was a fool for ever denying myself of Angelica.
I don’t know the exact moment in time when I started falling in love with her.
It just happened.
“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.”
–Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Evan’s perfect lips crash onto mine, full of hunger, as if he had been depriving himself of his favorite meal for years.
I lift my gown up to accommodate him between my legs as he hoists me up and spreads his large hands on my backside. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him back with as much fervor.
Our first kiss.It’s better than I would’ve ever expected. Our lips touch again and it’s hard, rough, and deep. I realize at this moment that kissing him has ruined me. Nothing will ever be the same, and I only want more. This is the first time a kiss has caused a churning inside my chest. A deep-rooted feeling of need.
I want to be the last person Evan ever kisses. My body’s reaction to him goes against every ounce of common sense in my brain. I know I should be wary of him.
He knows everything about me, but I barely know anything about him. He’s keeping things from me, and I don’t know whether to be concerned or be patient. The shooting, the withholding of information, the fact that he’s here at Aria’s engagement party and was talking in private to Gianis, who had aknifeto his throat.
Good things come to those who wait, but at what cost?
As much as I try to think things through, my attraction to him clouds my judgment. I am like a moth to a flame. He is beautiful, he is darkness, and I’m not afraid of what lies beyond. I want to give my life to him, even if he has the potential to set me on fire.
Evan’s hand travels up my back to cup my neck tenderly, and I drown in his kiss. His tongue tastes sweet and spicy, the faint taste of black licorice still lingering from theouzohe must’ve drank. He twirls his tongue with mine, making me burn inside with desire. A moan escapes my mouth, not caring if anyone can see or hear us, and I press my breasts against him, the plunging neckline of my dress revealing enough skin that I feel the hardness of Evan’s unyielding chest through his suit.
He pulls away and we’re both breathing heavily.
I’m willing to give him everything, every part of me, regardless of my worries. I am his, but only if he also belongs to me.
“You’re mine,” I whisper against his mouth.
“For as long as you’ll have me, angel.”
I press my forehead on his as I grind against his waist, feeling the friction and the hardness of his length at my center. I don’t care where we are anymore. I need him.
“Evan. Please,” I beg.
His eyes darken, and the intimacy of this moment, with our bodies pressed together, our intentions finally out in the open and our hearts connected, pushes me over the edge.
“Show me how much you want me,moró mou,” he says.
He sets me down, and I take his hand, placing it under my dress, right against my panties and his fingers instinctively move against the fabric.
“You’re fucking soaked, Angelica,” he groans.
I muffle a response into his neck, too entranced by the feeling of his fingers as I grind against his hand, and my body aches for more.
“My filthy girl,” he says. “Not yet.”
He walks me over to the other side of the room and lifts me up onto a tabletop. I rest my forearms behind me and watch him, already breathless. He removes his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves, exposing his veiny, muscular arms adorned with tattoos. He quickly pushes my panties to the side, and wastes no time burying two digits into me, his hand slamming into my core and sending a wave of pain and pleasure through my body. I yelp at the feeling, but he doesn’t stop, only going harder and making my screams louder. I cover my mouth with my hand and try to muffle my sobs while Evan fucks me with his fingers. He jerks my hand away briskly.
“I want to hear you scream. If you hold yourself back, I’ll stop,” he threatens.
