Page 71 of The Diávolos: Part One
“I missed you and it’s only been a few hours,” he confesses, his lips still glued to mine. I melt in his arms.
“I missed you, too,” I admit.
He lets go of me and starts unloading the bags. “Where are your knives?” he asks.
“In that holder,” I say as I point to the counter behind him.
He reaches for the butcher knife and unwraps a large cut of beef. He finds a cutting board and sets it down, and I watch him as he grips the handle and starts slicing the meat with precision. He carves the steaks so effortlessly; I wonder how he became so experienced with handling a knife. I sit on one of my kitchen stools and observe him expertly maneuver his way around the kitchen.
“Like what you see, angel?” he asks, not taking his eyes off the meat, his fingers now tinged red.
My gaze moves from his side profile, down his muscular arms, to his veiny hands gripping the knife.
“You’re very skilled,” I reply, a little too raspy.
Evan looks at me and sets the butcher knife down. He quickly scrubs his fingers and wipes his hands clean with a rag, then grabs a boning knife from the rack. Instead of using it on the meat, he stands behind me and trails the pointy tip down the back of my neck, hard enough for me to feel a scratch.
“Does it turn you on?” he asks.
My chest expands heavily on every inhale, but I try to stay as still as possible. The blade against my smooth skin is frightening, but also extremely erotic. I’ve never experienced a danger so arousing.
“Yes,” I admit with a mutter.
He lets out a deep and wicked laugh straight into my ear. “I knew you were a kinky girl, Angelica.”
My breathing becomes louder, and I might soon combust from the pure eroticism of this moment. He grabs my ponytail and pulls on it hard enough to jerk my head back to his chest. He brings the knife to the side of my neck and applies pressure. “Me kánis na kavlóno,”he whispers.You’re making me hard.
My back is pressed to his front, and I can feel his growing dick pushing against me.
“Se thélo,” I whimper.I want you.I rarely speak Greek. At this moment, I’m ready to do anything to get Evan to touch me.
“Ti mou kánis ágele mou?” he asks, his voice full of husk and lust.What do you do to me, my angel?
He flattens the knife against my neck and glides it over my throat, the sharp blade almost slicing me open, and he grunts as if he’s frustrated. He pulls me up by my hair to make me stand and my eyes water from the pain.
“Get on the couch, now,” he orders.
I hurry to comply and sit down, waiting for him to join me. Within seconds, he’s right in front of me, and the tip of the knife is back at my throat.
“Piáse to poulí mou,”he demands.Touch my cock.
The request sends a wave of pleasure down to my core and the anticipation of touching him runs through me. I reach for his jeans and undo the belt buckle, followed by his button and zipper, careful not to move too much, still aware of the weapon at my neck. He inches his briefs down his hip. I follow the V down his abdominal muscles with my eyes. I want to lick it all the way down to the tip of his dick. My mouth waters at the thought of him in my mouth.
He presses the top of the knife deeper into my neck, and I spring out of my daze.
“Take it out,” he barks.
I reach my hand into his boxers and grab onto his length. It’s sizable. More than sizable, it’s huge, thick, and warm in the palm of my hand. I free him and lick my lips as he nudges my mouth with the tip.
“Now, just like the little sex kitten that you are, you’re going to let me fuck your delicious mouth until I come down your throat,” he says, his voice sounding almost beastly. “If you slow down, I’ll press the knife to your neck until I see blood, understood?”
I nod eagerly as a pool of wetness gathers in my underwear. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
“Open,” he orders.
I comply and he edges his dick into my mouth, allowing me to adjust to his size. When he reaches the back of my throat, I gag a little and he pulls out slowly.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth is perfect for me.”
