Page 87 of The Diávolos: Part One
His thrusts quicken and I meet them with my hips. He tries to withdraw, but my legs stay hooked around him. I won’t allow him to move away. I clutch his cock with my vagina for extra emphasis.Pussy power.
He growls. “Fuck, Angelica. You’re going to fucking make me come already.”
I smile, fully aware of the effect I’m having on him as I rock back and forth. Evan pulls my legs from around his waist and pushes them toward my chest, giving himself more leeway and changing the angle. He hooks one leg over his shoulder and moves even closer.
“I think it’s time I teach you that lesson.” He grins wickedly as he places my arms up above my head, securing my wrists with his large hand, his other on my neck. Then, he pounds into me, repeatedly, until my hips can’t keep up with his movements. Each thrust goes deeper and sends ripples of pleasure throughout my body. My eyes threaten to roll back. I feel every inch of him and any sense of control I had quickly dissipates. The pressure from his hand wrapped around my neck makes my eyes water.
Evan’s molten eyes meet mine. “These are the only tears I ever want to see rolling down your cheeks, Angelica.” He grunts and unhooks my leg from his shoulder and lets go of my wrists. “Hold on to the headboard,” he commands.
I grab onto the railings, my spine curves to meet him, and he plunges back into me with so much force I shake from every thrust, air forcefully leaving my lungs every time. My moans get louder and louder, and that only seems to make Evan wilder. I can feel my orgasm nearing and my breathing turns erratic.
He places a hand on my lower stomach and presses down gently.Holy. Shit.
This is a feeling like no other. I can’t contain my desperation. His thumb lands on my clit and he circles it. A cry of pleasure escapes my mouth. I’m so close.
“Pes to ónoma mou, Angelica.”Say my name, he says with eagerness. “Say my name when you come.”
Right then and there, I lose it. My orgasm rolls out of me like ripples of thunder as Evan rams into me with a hard and steady pace. “Evan!” I scream, my body twitching under him as the knot of pleasure explodes, sweeping through me while I come. I’m gushing, soaking both us and the sheets. This is thebestsex I’ve ever had.
I let go of the headboard and grab the back of Evan’s neck, lowering his face to mine, and I kiss him deeply as the last waves of pleasure go through me. He doesn’t stop the pace and a moment later, I feel his cock pulsating inside of me as he reaches his climax, only slowing down when his orgasm reaches the end. We stay intertwined, our bodies glued together, not wanting this moment to be over. He lowers his face into my neck, and I listen to our hearts beat in unison.
“You can run but you can’t hide.” –Emily Giffin
The screeching sound of tires on the pavement alerts the guards of my arrival when I pull up to the Kouvalakis estate. I expected to be questioned at the gate, but it opened as soon as my car approached. I didn’t waste any time before rushing to the door.
I jump out of my blacked-out Aston Martin, having chosen this car for the mere speed of it, and I leave the engine running as I take the front steps two at a time. The blood coursing through my veins feels like lava about to erupt. I don’t even care if the guards flanking the property open fire on me.
I woke up to an empty house, Angelica nowhere to be found. I cursed at myself for letting her escape my hold. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I fell into the depths of a slumber only the demons in my dreams could wake me from. But I didn’t dream of them last night becauseshewas next to me. I expected her to still be upset when she woke up, the emotions and adrenaline of the night before having dissipated. But I didn’t think she’d run away. Regardless of the night of love making and pleas of forgiveness, I knew she would still be angry at me in the morning. I was prepared to do anything to make her believe my intentions are no longer cruel. That I love her enough to feel like this life with her is worthwhile. Trust is the best proof of love, and I’m ready to earn hers again, no matter how long it takes.
I searched for Angelica, hoping that she was simply in the bathroom taking a shower, downstairs making breakfast, or outside drinking coffee. But she was gone. I ran back upstairs to her bedroom to get my phone. I have access to her front door feed on my phone, but I needed to see where she went. I called Dion and barked at him to send me the footage of the cameras around her house and on her street. I hung up and slammed the device down on the bed. I couldn’t stop running my fingers through my hair while I waited impatiently for the videos. The ping jostled me out of my panicked daze. I pressed play on the first file. It was footage from a few hours before, around five a.m., and it showed Angelica creeping out of her front door with a duffle bag, not bothering to lock it behind her before hurrying down the street.What the fuck is she doing?
I clicked on the next video and it showed her running down the road toward a car. The images were black and white, and grainy, so it was hard to see, but she hopped into the passenger side. The car did a U-turn and sped away. I’d quickly memorized the license plate number and texted Dion to search for the owner of the vehicle. Several long minutes later, I received a reply. I wasn’t even surprised. Of course, she’d call him to come save her.As if she needed saving in the first place.
I make it up the stairs of Angelica’s childhood home and start pounding on the door with my fist. It swings open and I immediately grab Gianis’ collar, lifting him off the ground slightly. He pushes me away and I stumble back. My face is laced with a ferocity I’ve never felt.
“Poutánas yos.”Son of a bitch, he seethes as he walks right up to me. “How dare you show your face here? I should fucking kill you.”
I don’t flinch and tilt my head to the side. “I’d like to see you try,” I reply, almost playfully. “I didn’t come here for you,Gianis. Where the fuck is she?”
Gianis throws his head back and laughs. “You’re on enemy territory, Evander. I could do what I please to you. You’re lucky Peter isn’t here.” I couldn’t care less if he was, I would’ve taken the risk to find out where she is.
“Again, I’d like to see you try.” Each word comes out laced with more venom than the last.
“After what you did to Angelica, I should slit your throat right here,” Gianis spits.
If he tries to kill me, I’ll have to fight back. I don’t trust myself not to do something I can’t take back.
“Skáse. What happened between Angelica and I is none of your fucking concern,” I seethe, taking a step closer to Gianis’ face.
“It makes it my concern if it involves her,he retorts, and pushes me away, right on the previously injured flesh of my shoulder.Motherfucker. I press my lips together to hide my reaction to the pain. I can almost see the flames bursting around our heads as we face off for the woman we both love.
I grab his finger and squeeze, slowly twisting his hand to the side, and Gianis winces. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. She? And don’t fucking make me ask you again.”
The car that Angelica hopped in was Gianis’.
She left me in the early hours of the morning, with the only other man she trusts, and my soul and ego can’t handle the fact that for the second time in less than 48 hours, she’s calledhimto rescue her. I’m so fucking angry, I don’t know what to do with myself. My hands are begging to be put to use, and Gianis’ face is the target. I understand she has things to process and needs time to heal, but I was supposed to be there for her every step of the way.
“Fuck you, Evander. I don’t have to tell you a thing. I will always protect her, especially from pieces of shit like you,” he hisses out.
