Page 137 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I lead Angelica to the elevator and press the PH floor. The button reads my thumbprint and starts its climb. Originally, there wasn’t a penthouse in the hotel, but I thought it would be good to have an extra place for Angelica to feel at home when she’s working. On the plus side, it allows us to have somewhere to celebrate special occasions like tonight.
My dick responds to my thoughts by pushing against my trousers. I groan under my breath and try to shove it down.
Angelica is smiling as we’re taken to the last floor and, when the doors open, her jaw hits the floor.
“Holy shit, Evan! This place is gorgeous. And so colorful!” she gasps.
I can’t keep a straight face. In comparison to Saintville, this place looks like an explosion of Skittles. It’s not over-the-top, but compared to the mute tones in our home, this penthouse is definitely a burst of color.
“I wanted to make sure it represented you, my angel. A rainbow in a black and white world.”
I give her the fob attached to a rainbow keychain I gifted her. “This place has a state-of-the-art security system and will only open using your key fob and thumb print. There’s a safe room at the end of the hallway in case of an emergency and a hidden button that will call me directly if you need help.”You can never be too safe.
Angelica stares at me. “You’re crazy.”
“In love with you,” I add. She slaps me on the arm with a laugh.
We walk to the dining area where the table is beautifully set up with place settings and a big centerpiece of white peonies. The entire room smells sweet and citrusy. It’s enchanting, but not as enchanting as the woman standing next to me.
Her shiny gaze wanders around, taking in every detail. “Wow. Baby, this is…amazing. I’m speechless!”
God. Whenever she calls mebaby, I just want to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and keep her tied up to my bed. I need to get her under me right now.
“I’ve arranged for dinner, but I need to work up your appetite first.” I give her a hungry grin.
I grab onto her hips, lifting her into the air, and swing her over my back.
“Evander Vasilakis!” she yells. “Put me down! You’re going to ruin my new dress.”
“I’ll get you more. The dress is getting ruined regardless.” I slap her ass hard and she lets out a yelp.
Once we cross the threshold of the bedroom, I put Angelica down gently and she straightens her dress with an indignant huff. “That’s not how the groom usually walks his wife through the door, you know?”
“When have we ever been conventional, angel?”
“Touché,” she says with a giggle.
Angelica finally gets a good look at the room and her breath hitches. There are candles everywhere, illuminating it with a soft ambient light. Flower petals are scattered all over the floor and comforter. And, in the middle of the bed, lies a basket of chocolate-covered strawberries and the most expensive bottle of Moët & Chandon Imperial Vintage.
I remove my suit jacket and sit at the edge of the bed, rolling up my sleeves.
“Come here.” But Angelica shakes her head.
“Moró…” I warn. “Get your ass over here or I’ll make sure you’ll feel my palm print until next week.” She bites her lips in response to my threat, and as usual, it goes straight to my cock. I want her to bite on my shaft as I choke her with my length.
“I’m going to say it one more time, Angelica.Come. Here.”
“No.” My wife backs away slowly.
I raise my brow, and a smirk creeps across my face.My angel wants to play dirty tonight.
“As you wish,” I say in a calm tone, almost betraying the spark of excitement in my chest.
I stand up and walk toward her, cornering her against the wall. Grabbing onto the neckline of her dress, I pull as hard as I can, the fabric ripping down her chest. Angelica’s eyes widen and she sucks in a breath. I keep going until the cloth is torn all the way down her body, leaving her completely exposed.
Her perfect tits are now on display, her nipples pointing straight at me, begging for attention. I glance down and—she’s not wearing any underwear. “Are you trying to kill me?” I breathe out.
I bunch her curls in my palm at the nape of her neck, growling as I inhale my way up her throat.
