Page 82 of The Diávolos: Part One
“Of us, Angelica. I know your dad has been planning on marrying you two. I know your history with Niko. He would’ve wanted it. I’m surprised Gianis didn’t get to him before I did.”
When she hears Gianis’s name come out of my mouth, she flinches. “Don’t you dare touch a hair on his head, or I will kill you myself. I swear to god,” she seethes. I actually believe her.
“You have nothing to worry about, my angel. Gianis and I have an understanding.”
She doesn’t bother asking me about said arrangement, which I appreciate. She doesn’t need to know the things that were said between him and me. If I’m being honest, our altercation was a pure dick measuring contest. It would’ve been faster to just pull out our cocks and a ruler.
She’s still twisting in my arms, but I don’t let her go. “Do you still want to kill mybaba?”
“Yes, I do. I wouldn’t be able to go on knowing the person responsible for my uncle’s death is still breathing and free. Your father is up to something. I have to stop him before it’s too late.” She stops moving and I hug her tighter. I debate how to tell her how I feel. “Believe me when I say my plan to use you and exploit your feelings went straight down the drain once I laid eyes on you. I didn’t know it at the time, but I never stood a chance,” I say, quieter. “This was meant to happen so I could find you and make you mine.”
Angelica’s head tilts forward and I feel teardrops on my forearms wrapped around her waist.
“I didn’t intend to fall for you, Angelica, but I did. You will always be my lifelong affliction, the cause of my distress. You are everything I never knew I wanted.” I slowly turn her around to face me. Her eyes meet mine as I reach for her shaking hands. “I can’t think properly when you are around. I can’t bear to be away from you, my body and soul ache for you, whether you are near or far.” I fight the urge to take her mouth in mine and taste the saltiness of her tears on my tongue. All I want to do is hold her in my arms and let the torrent of her tears soak through my shirt. I lift our linked hands and rest them on my chest, letting her feel the racing beat of my heart pulsating under our fingertips. “See what you fucking do to me?”
Angelica’s fingers clench around my hand. I can see the torment in her eyes as she struggles with whether to be mad or to give in to her feelings, give in to me. I put my forehead against hers and we close our eyes. I can hear her trying to hold on to her pride with every shallow breath. I open my eyes. “Angelica, look at me.”
“I can’t,” she rasps.
I run my fingers through her hair, moving the strands that are still stuck to her face, and she finally opens her eyes. Our gazes meet and I stare deeply into the darkness of her pupils, our heads still connected. I lean in, slowly, giving her the chance to stop me, and I feel the heat of her breath on my lips. My heart skips a beat. Hoping it can calm the silent war within her mind, I wait for her breathing to slow down, and I kiss her, our lips tentatively searching, tender and hesitant. It's a kiss filled with regret, vulnerability, and pain. Angelica tenses at first, but relaxes at the feel of my tongue tracing her lips, pleading to be let in. She opens her mouth, and our tongues meet. My hand digs into her nape, slightly bringing her head closer to me to deepen the kiss. She pulls away, gasping for air.
“Evan, I–I can’t do this,” she whispers. “How could I ever forgive you?” Her voice is pained.
Something fierce unleashes inside of me. I refuse to let her think she can dismiss me.
“Do you truly believe you could ever get rid of me?” I ask as I take a step back, not letting her drop my gaze. Testing her.
“You don’t own me, Evan,” she spits out.
“You’re going to see soon enough that I can get anything I want.”
I pull my handgun out of the waistband of my pants and cock it. Angelica stares at it and a look of shock crosses her face. I grab her hand and place the handle into her palm. Her entire body freezes.
“Evan, what’s going on—”
I cut her off before she can finish the sentence. “Forgiveme,” I pull her closer and lift her hand with the revolver to my throat, my mouth a mere inch away from hers, “or fuckingkill me, Angelica. Because I won’t be able to live in a world where you hate me.”
Her breathing is labored as she looks me deep in the eyes. She’s still holding the gun up against my throat. The fear in her eyes mirrors mine as she realizes she could never live without me either. But for a moment, I know she debates shooting me. I don’t blame her. She pushes the barrel of the gun deeper under my jaw, and I’d be lying if that didn’t wake my cock up out of its slumber. Within an instant, her lips crash onto mine and I meet her eager tongue with an equal amount of anger and passion. The weapon is still up against my neck.
I grab both sides of her face and pull her away from my mouth. “Fuck, Angelica. I never want to be the cause of your tears ever again. Good tears only. But, god, you’re beautiful like this.”
I kiss her deeply again and she moans into my mouth. I lift her onto the counter, push her legs apart, and nestle my way in-between them, grabbing her by the waist and bringing her closer to me. Her pussy radiates heat. I can sense her need. I ease back out of the kiss, keeping myself close to her face. “Tell me,moró mou, if I were to disappear from your life, would you still think about me when you’re all alone? Would you still touch yourself at the thought of me?”
Angelica sucks on her bottom lip. “Yes.”
The response goes straight to my cock. “Good.” I cup her jaw and run my thumb across her mouth. “Put the gun down if you’re not going to use it.” She sets it on the kitchen counter.
I need her to worship me as much as I worship her. I don’t care that I don’t deserve her. I want her bound to me. I’ll end the life of anyone who tries to take her away from me. Angelica has been mine since the day I first saw her, even if she didn’t know it. “You belong tome, Angelica.”
I grip her ass and grind my dick between her legs, and she whimpers. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, and I can feel every inch of her body. I let out a sound of frustration that there is still a layer of clothing between us. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I bury my face into her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot under her ear, tracing the curve of her throat with my tongue. She tilts her head to the side to give me more space, inviting me to continue. I plant kisses all over her skin and she moans. A shiver shoots down my spine from the beautiful sound. I bite down on her shoulder, causing her body to spasm in pleasure and pain.
I put my lips to her ear. “I think I know what you need, my angel,” I whisper softly. “A good tongue-fucking.”
My words steal the breath from her lungs and her legs start to shake in anticipation. I slide her body closer to the edge of the kitchen counter and spread her legs wider. I move her skirt up her thighs. Her plump pussy is exposed through her thong, now a darker shade of pink from her wetness. “Fuck, Angelica. If you keep wearing skirts, you’ll be my undoing.”
I put my fingers on her throbbing clit and her body immediately moves as she starts working her hips into my hand. “Eager, aren’t you, kitten?” I tease. “Keep rubbing your pussy against me.” She obeys and I feel her clit throb every time she presses into my hand. “Good girl.”
“Evan.” My name rolls off her sweet tongue in a moan.
