Page 73 of The Diávolos: Part One
I lift her ass so she’s on her knees and reach under her thong to slide my fingers through her slit. She’s soaking. “You’re so fucking wet, kitten. But I’m not done.” I pull on her panties and let go, the fabric snapping down on her clit and making her flinch. I rub her throbbing ass cheek with my palm before I flip her onto her back and rip off her underwear. I spread her open, exposing her wet pussy, and I dip my head between her legs, dragging my nose up her thigh and sniffing her feminine scent that I’m getting to know all too well. My cock goes painfully hard at the sight of her, begging to be slipped right into her opening and impale her. I refuse to fuck her until I’m done playing. I grab the knife off the coffee table.
“Eyes on me, Angelica.”
She looks up at me with her mesmerizing brown eyes, full of lust and desire, as I hover over her body, one hand resting near her head. Her chest is heaving. I cup her pussy with my free hand and rub circles over her clit with my thumb. Angelica instantly reacts to my touch and starts moving her hips to create more friction. She’s met with a hard slap right on her clit and lets out a strangled cry.
“Not yet,” I snarl.
I drag the knife alongside her face, down her neck and chest, around her breasts, poking her nipple with the sharp edge, and she flinches. She’s breathing so heavily; I can see her chest movements clearly. I continue moving the blade down her stomach and leg, and I stop in between her thighs, near her throbbing cunt. I look up at her with a daring look and she lifts her head to look at the knife.
“Do it,” she pants, knowing exactly what’s on my mind.
“I want to taste you again,” I say, and this time, I don’t mean her pussy.
I push the knife into her upper thigh. Fear and pleasure are two sides of the same coin for some. And it’s proving to be the case for Angelica. I can sense the indelible rush this dangerous situation gives her, the thrill-seeking in her shining through. Her response to this threat, albeit not real, is a sexual trigger for her. I’ll be damned if I don’t take advantage of it. The adrenaline coursing through my body at the thought of hurting her for pleasure immediately sends the blood straight to my dick.
“This is your femoral artery,” I explain. “Depending on how it's severed, you could slip unconscious right away, or even die,” I say, my voice low. Angelica shivers. “One slash would be enough. You wouldn’t even be able to fight me.”
I grip the handle of the knife so hard that my knuckles turn white. Angelica closes her eyes as she steadies her breathing. “Eyes.”
Her lids fly open, and she stares at me with those doe eyes.
“Do it,” she says again.
She’s willing to risk her wellbeing and trust me with her life, and it’s making me go feral. I could kill her in an instant and she still undeservingly has faith in me.She’s mine to protect.There’s nothing more attractive than trust, especially for a guy like me. The more time we spend together, the more I feel like I can unleash the unhinged sides of myself. I planned on putting on a show to get her to like me, but I never had to. My true self always feels welcome with her, and Angelica doesn’t back down from anything, taking what I give her, no matter how much it pushes her boundaries.
I back away slightly and spread her legs wider. Her eyes never leave mine. I inch my way down her body and when I reach her pussy, I let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck, Angelica. You have such a pretty cunt,” I say as I split her folds open with my fingers. I spit on her, and she gasps. I flip the knife over in my hand and place the handle against her opening. She breathes out my name.
“This is mine to play with as I please, kitten,” I tell her, the anticipation killing us both.
I slowly push the handle into her, and she inhales briskly, her mouth wide open. The finger grooves add an extra touch to the feel of the wooden grip. I take my time fucking Angelica with the knife as she watches the weapon go in and out of her opening. She seems surprised at the intrusion, but doesn’t ask me to stop. Her face is a mix of confusion and intense arousal. She begins to moan, and the delicious sounds make this so much more exhilarating. The moans turn into little cries, she’s close. But I won’t let her come like this. I jerk the knife out and a huff of air comes out of her at the same time.
“Fuck. Such a good, little slut for me,” I praise.
I pinch her thigh and make one small cut. She hisses from the pain but still doesn’t tell me to stop.
“If you can’t handle it anymore, say ‘sunshine’ and I’ll stop.”
I squeeze the skin around the gash and blood immediately emerges from it, thick and dark. Within an instant, my mouth is on the wound and I’m sucking on her thigh, swirling my tongue over the cut to draw the blood to the surface. Angelica whimpers and her hands move to my head to latch onto my hair. “More,” she pleads.
I pop my mouth off her thigh, my lips stained red from her blood, and instinctively, I bring the knife back to her thigh and extend the cut, going a little deeper. Angelica lets out a long wail. Wanting to push her further, I make another slit and use my tongue to lick the streams of red trickling down her leg. She squirms when my saliva meets her cuts. I bring my fingers to her entrance and shove two digits inside her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. I work her pussy while I indulge in her blood. When her walls close in on my hand, I move my mouth to her clit. Angelica screams, her orgasm instantly rippling through her body. She’s so spent by the end of it, she nearly passes out.
Still not over her climax, she mutters, “I want you inside me, please.”
I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, I can barely control myself.
“Once I take you, angel, there’s no going back. Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“Yes,please, Evan,” she cries.
I grab my dick and tease her entrance, smacking her still sensitive clit with the tip. “I’m going in raw because there’s no way I’m fucking you with anything between us. I’m clean.”
She nods. “I’m clean and on birth control,” she states.Not for long.
I move to stand in front of the couch and place her in a seated position, lifting her legs over my shoulders. I rub her opening with my dick to coat it with her juices and gradually inch my length inside, stretching out her pussy to fit me.
“Evan. I can’t,” she whimpers.
“Relax,” I cut her off. “You’re going to take me, Angelica.”
