Page 65 of The Diávolos: Part One
My heart is pounding in my chest as my mind races with the hundreds of things I want to say and do to her at this very moment. I have the untameable urge to claim her and take her right in this room, branding her with my seed, from the inside out.
She looks different today. Her hair is straight, gone are the wild curls that she usually sports. If I hadn’t memorized every curve of her body and all her mannerisms, I wouldn’t have recognized her from behind.
I take long strides toward her, and my hand goes straight to her hair, my fingers running through the silky strands. “I win.” Her breathing hitches at the contact and I take that as my cue to make a fist and pull her head back to my chest, pressing my body to hers. “Your hair, it’s different.”
“Your arm, it’s better,” she replies.
“Yes.”
“Why are you here?” she asks, the words breathy.
“I’m here to make you scream.”
She smacks her lips in exasperation. “No, Evan. Why are youhere,at Aria’s engagement party?”
“I came to claim what’s mine.”
“And what’s yours, Evan?” There is frustration in her tone.
“You.”
Before she can respond, I push her toward the window, keeping her body glued to mine, and I press her face to the glass. She gasps out, “Evan.”
Her body squirms against me as she unsuccessfully tries to escape from my hold, using one of her arms to push off the window. Her face is flushed with what seems to be anger and arousal, and I’m hungry for what I know is waiting for me between her legs.
I release her head and quickly grab both of her wrists. My large hands envelop them as I join them at her back. I thrust hard against her ass, pushing her body onto the window. I drop my face to the crook of her neck, and I inhale deeply, running the tip of my nose up and down her skin. The smell of sweet florals and cocoa hits my senses and travels straight to my cock. I nip her earlobe with my teeth.
“You see all of those people down there?” I whisper in her ear, pointing down at the guests arriving at the party. “Soon enough, they will all know who you belong to.” I lick her lobe, and a whimper escapes her mouth. The small sound makes my cock respond immediately, tightening my trousers. I grab hold of her shoulders and turn her around in one swift movement, her body still lodged between mine and the window.
Angelica looks into my eyes, her head lifted as she stands tall, chest heaving as she struggles to control her breaths. Although I’ve stolen the words from her mouth and the air from her lungs, this is an act of defiance. It’s turning me the fuck on.
I inch my face closer to hers, causing our mouths to graze. My no kissing rule flies out the window at this very moment. I have to taste her lips.
“Zíta mou na se filíso,Angelica.” Ask me to kiss you, Angelica, I command.
“Óhi.” No.
I tug at her hair and tilt her head up. “Ask me to kiss you,” I order again, my lips lightly scraping hers.
“I don’t want to kiss you, Evan. Not until you tell me why you’re really here.”
I growl at her. “I told you. I’m here to claim you as mine,” I reply, my voice filled with lust and frustration.
“I thought I was already yours.”
“Now, the whole world will know.”
She freezes and her eyes widen. “No, Evan, we can’t! You don’t understand—,” she stutters, but I don’t let her finish her sentence.
“I don’t give a fuck about any obstacles,angeloúdi mou. I get what I want. If anyone comes between us, I will slit their throats and slice their fingers off, gifting them to you as a token of my love. A reminder that no one else canevertouch you.” Her breath hitches and I continue, “Now, ask me to kiss you, Angelica. I’m not going to say it again.”
She gives in after a moment of hesitation. “Kiss me, Evan,” she utters, her words laced with intense heat.
I don’t waste a second to press my mouth to hers. I spear my hands into her hair and hold her close to deepen the kiss. The tension that has been building over the past couple months snaps. I groan into her mouth, eliciting a moan from her in response. I pull her closer to me, crushing her breasts against my abs, and I thrust my bulge against her again. We pull back to catch our breath and my eyes go straight to her gaping mouth, her lips swollen from our kiss, and I wonder why the fuck it took me so long to do this. I never thought a kiss could feel this right when everything else is so wrong.
I know my eyes must be two pools of obsidian as I stare at her face and body, a burning flame of desire.
I cup her face with my hands and bring her mouth up as I let my tongue explore her closed lips, parting them, begging her to let me in again, and she does. My tongue dives into her mouth and swirls around, tasting her.
