Page 75 of The Diávolos: Part One
My brain keeps telling me I’m an idiot for letting what just happened, happen. My body can’t seem to listen. We just had sex, and as much as I want to deny that this won’t change anything, it most definitely will. Evan is currently spooning me tightly and the feeling of his warm breath on my skin confirms I’m not going to want to let go of this moment anytime soon.
On cue, my stomach grumbles and I feel Evan’s body start to shake behind me, his nose buried in my neck. He’s laughing.
“I think someone’s hungry,” he says.
I blush in embarrassment and my cheeks go even redder when I spot the knife on the coffee table. It’s almost unbelievable that I let him use it on me. I never thought I was a person with kinks, but seeing Evan handling that knife with such grace was enough for my legs to clench. Whateverthatwas between us needs to happen again.ASAP. What we did was taboo and so dangerous, but it was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ve never come so hard in my life, let alone from penetration. His threat came to fruition because I can’t feel my legs anymore.I hope you’re happy, Evan.
Evan slides his dick out of me. When we get up, I groan in protest. He hurries to the kitchen and comes back with a clean, wet rag to help clean me up. He didn’t pull out, so there’s no sticky cum for me to wipe off, but we’re covered in blood. Evan kneels on the floor and carefully dabs the towel on my skin to remove the red stains.
“Stand up,” he demands.
I get off the couch, and his face is now positioned exactly at the apex of my legs. Even though he was just buried deep inside of me, it feels different being exposed like this. He doesn’t seem to notice my discomfort and instructs me to widen my stance.
“Now, don’t move. I want to watch my seed leak out of you,” he orders, a smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.
My hand flies over my mouth as I take in what he just said. My whole body feels like it’s on fire and my face must be beet red. Slowly, I feel his cum trickle down my leg and I look down, mortified he’s making me do this. He glides two fingers up my thighs to scoop his cum and keeps moving them up to my center before shoving the digits into my entrance. I gasp out loud, the feeling turning my insides into molten lava.
Evan growls. An actualgrowl. “This pussy is mine, Angelica. I want you to be full of my cum and pleading for more every time I see you. I don’t want you to waste an ounce. Believe me when I say I will be putting a baby in you.”
My response gets stuck in my throat and all I can do is nod.A baby?As much as the thought of bringing a child into this world worries me, it doesn’t seem so scary with Evan. It excites me. He pushes me down on the couch, his fingers still inside me, and pulls them out once I’m sitting. The sight of him kneeling before me, sends butterflies to my stomach. I have no control over myself when he’s around, so seeing him in a vulnerable position like this makes me feel superior for once, as if he’s atmymercy.
“You like seeing me on my knees for you, kitten?” he asks, bringing his fingers up to my mouth and letting them rest on my bottom lip. I’m pretty sure he can read my mind at this point.
“Yes,” I admit.
“How does that make you feel?” he asks as he nudges my lips open and shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” he commands.
I do, tasting the mixture of my juices and the saltiness of his cum. His other hand grazes my legs. He could have me again, right now, and I’d be ready.
“Answer,” he demands, slipping his fingers past my lips. “How does that make you feel?”
“Like I’m in control,” I finally respond.
“You are a queen—my queen—and I will bow down to you until my last breath.” I let in a little sharp inhale. I’ve never been worshiped like this, and it fills me with exhilaration and happiness. If I am his queen, he is myking.
He lifts my right leg, kissing his way up from my toes. Halfway up, he stops and says, “I am forever at your mercy, but when it comes to our relationship, I own you. But you own me just as much. Don’t think of this as being oppressed. Think of it as me having your best interest in mind in every aspect of your life.”
He resumes kissing up my thigh while he goes on. “I will never stop you from doing anything, going anywhere, or speaking to anyone,” he says, finally reaching the top of my thigh.
He looks up at me, something like awe in his expression, like I’m the most perfect angel he’s ever seen. “Unless it puts you in danger, or has a dick,” he finishes.
Realizing what he just said, I gasp and smack his arm, indignant. He gets off the floor, chuckling hard. My brain wants to be annoyed at him, but I can’t focus on anything other than the sound of his laugh and the bright smile on his face, and I grin back. I admit to not having seen him in many interactions with others, but I know for a fact that not a lot of people get to witness Evan happy. My heart swells at the thought of being that person for him, as much as he is for me.He is my person.
I’m terrified at the thought of where this will lead us. At the same time, I’ve only felt a sense of peace since Evan came into my life. What could go wrong?
* * *
After the bestsex of my life, I had the best meal of my life.
After we took a shower, Evan got back to work in the kitchen and created a masterpiece. Not only is he good in bed, he’s also a good cook. All I can picture is waking up to him every morning, the smell of fresh food reaching my nose and Evan greeting me with breakfast in bed.
We ate moussaka with Greek potatoes and salad, paired with the most delectable red wine. I don’t know why we would ever eat out now that I’ve tasted his cooking.
We finish our meals and take the rest of the wine to the living room. Dirty Dancing finished a while ago, so I turn on Netflix to find something else to put on. Now that my relationship with Evan is clearly heading into ‘serious’ territory, I want to know more about him. I land on a new season of Top Chef, and let it play in the background.
I plead with myself not to, but the question slips out of my mouth before I get the chance to stop it. “So, what are we?” I ask nervously, toying with the hem of my sweater.Who still asks that, stupid?
Evan cocks his head and swirls his glass of wine, not seeming to notice my embarrassment from asking a question a fifteen-year-old would ask her first boyfriend.
