Page 4 of The Diávolos: Part Two
ANGELICA
“The Only Thing we Have to Fear is Fear Itself”
—Franklin D. Roosevelt
Evander’s words linger in my head as adrenaline propels me faster through the dimly lit hallway that leads to the underground garage of my building.
Run like your life depends on it, Angelica. Because when I find you, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out.
I haven't fully grasped the fact that Evan was in my room, and my thoughts are in disarray.
The not-so-distant echo of his footsteps amplifies my urgency, the fear of being caught pushing me to my limits.
My heart’s pounding seems even louder in the cavernous silence of the space.
It’s late on a dreary night, so there’s no one around. I’m in nothing but a skimpy, satin nightgown. The sound of my feet tapping on the concrete floor reverberates through the basement. I feel my blood pressure rising, enough to cause a thumping pulse in my chest.
I move between the parked cars, sliding along the doors and hoods to escape my fate. When I look back, Evan’s nowhere in sight.What the hell?I turn in a circle to locate him when I notice a figure at the other end of the garage. A cold, tight knot forms in my gut as I recognize his gaze. There’s no mistaking those hazel eyes.
He’s wearing a white ski mask with holes for his eyes and mouth. I might’ve been oblivious to who he was the first time I saw him veiled, but the features are far too recognizable now.
He glances around, looking for me, the sound of my footfalls no longer giving my location away, but he spots me after a few seconds. I quickly duck between the two vehicles.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Even though I might love the games we play, Evan scares me more now than he did before when he was a stranger. He’s relentless and will not take no for an answer, patiently waiting for me to succumb to him and forgive his sins. I won’t give in easily. I don’t want to live without peace forever, but I’ll decide whether to liberate him from his anguish or not. He relinquished control to me, and I plan to use it wisely.
My apartment building is big, but the underground part of it isn’t. I don’t have many places to hide, but I remember a small storage space tucked behind one of the posts, used to store miscellaneous items like bikes and tires. I quietly crawl toward it, attentive to any sounds, when the entrance gate to the garage rolls open.Shit.
Someone just got home. I sit on the ground with my back against a car while I wait for the person to park and go inside. No sign of Evan anywhere. I take this moment to regain my composure and steady my breaths.
I’m still reeling from the aftermath of finding Evan in my room.
Recently, he’s started sneaking into my apartment. He has never let himself be seen, and by the time I’d wake up, he’d already be gone, only leaving his scent behind.
Sometimes, he leaves little tokens for me to find.
Despite wanting to keep my distance, there’s a conflict within me, driven by the allure of the forbidden fruit. My impulses want the immediate gratification of being with Evan, regardless of the potential heartbreak I might endure.
My breathing steadies a bit and, after a few minutes, I hear the door to the building shut. I resume my path toward the storage room. It’s eerily quiet.
When I get to the door of the locker, I remember the little keypad at the side. There’s no way I’ll be able to input the code without the beeping sound reverberating around the space, but I have no choice. I sit up in a squatted position and hastily type in the code. Short, high-pitched tones ring out in the garage.That’s it, I’m done for.
I open the door and quickly slip through, holding the handle down as I shut it behind me to avoid the clicking noise. I sit on the floor, debating what to do next. I squeeze my eyes shut and grasp my knees to calm my rushing heart.
I’m immediately hit with thoughts of Evan storming into this storage space toclaimme, his lips on my neck, tongue on my skin, hands in my hair as I wrap my legs around his waist and take every inch of him. My hands drift to where I picture his mouth trailing kisses down my throat, and my breaths get heavier, more desperate.Fuck him for having this effect on me.
I cross my arms and wait for any sign of life, but I don’t hear a peep. There’s no escaping him, but I can’t stay here forever.
Against my better judgment, I stand and open the door to peek outside. I look left and right. There’s no one in sight. Just as I extend one leg out, I feel a tight grasp on my calf. I let out a shriek and dart away, kicking my leg out of his hold. I knew he’dfind me. I run with leaden legs, immobilized by terror. Evan is on my tail, too close.
He grabs onto my arm, and I attempt to swat it away, but he overpowers me, tackling me to the ground, breaking my fall with the side of his body. Within an instant, he crashes his lips on mine and positions me on top of him. As my dress lifts over my hips, he lets out a growl at the sight of my pink thong and threads his fingers under the straps, pulling hard. The fabric tears, and he tugs it off me in one movement, the hardness of his length instantly poking me through his pants.
Evan raises his hips and grinds his crotch over my clit, only one thin layer between us. I gasp, the breath stolen from my lungs, and brace myself with my hands on his chest. He’s still wearing his mask, but the intensity of his gaze boring into me raises goosebumps over my skin.
He loosens his hold on my hips, so I take the opportunity to sprint away again.
“You can run, but you can’t hide, Angelica.”
Screw him.I keep running, my hair whipping my face as I dodge the many obstacles in my way. I’m leaking down my thighs. I’m suddenly invigorated with a newfound energy, flowing like electricity through my body. This is a thrill I’ve only experienced with Evan, and it hits me harder every time.
