Page 5 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I can’t hear his footsteps anymore, so I stop to catch my breath.Did I really outrun him?My ears are buzzing from sheer adrenaline.
Just then, Evan places his hand on my mouth and lifts me off the ground, having snuck up on me with the silence and stealth of a hungry cat. I thrash my legs and scream, but my pleas are muffled under his palm. He stomps through the garage and takes me to his car. He opens the back door and throws me in, before crawling on top of me, the weight on my chest making it hard to properly inhale.
“What did I tell you about running away from me? Haven’t you learned? There’s no escaping the devil, my sweet angel,” Evan says in my ear, just above a whisper, his voice crackling with an untamable flame.
Evan starts dry humping me ruthlessly, my back rubbing against the leather seats. My nipples are pebbled, and a cold shiver travels down my spine. But on the inside, I’m on fire, consumed with the same blaze that burns in his veins. When we are together like this, we become one. It’s all-consuming, too much to bear.
I can’t help but give in. He lifts my dress as I take off his shirt. I grab onto his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin, moaning as he grinds himself against me. The sound of our gasps fills the car.
Evan rubs circles over the swollen nub, barking commands into my ear, and I obey every single one.
“Scratch my back harder,” he orders.
I let my nails draw lines of crimson down his back. He growls loudly before retreating. There is a wet spot on his pants from my arousal. I feel my cheeks heat, warmth spreading down to my neck.
“Such a messy littlepoutána.Do I make your greedy cunt wet, angel?”
Evan pushes my legs against my chest and shoves two digits inside my opening. He moves his fingers in and out at a fast and steady pace, and each time they hit the extremity of my insides, I feel a tingly explosion throughout my body, moans escaping my lips.
“Hands above your head, Angelica.”
I shake my head.
“Do it,” he growls, but I shake my head again, determined to defy him.
Evan takes my arms and pins them up, before pulling out a scarf that he ties around my wrists and through the door panel. Then, the sound of his belt unbuckling and zipper coming undone resonates in the tight space.
He slaps his dick on my clit and rubs it over my pussy. My body jolts from the stinging sensation.
Startling me, he lowers his head and spits on my opening.
“This pussy is mine, and I’m going to take it. Tell me you want it.”
My irritation flares. “No, stop,” I grit out.
His body stills for a moment, then his hand reaches for his length as he lowers his face to kiss me. I try to move away, but he grabs onto my chin and keeps my face straight.
His lips press onto mine, and I reluctantly open my mouth. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip until I can taste the tanginess of his blood.
He pulls away and licks at the bead, smirking deviously. “Fear.As sweet as blood and as light as air.”
My skin crawls, dread raising the hairs on the back of my neck, as if invisible fingers are running along my spine. Without warning, he pushes himself inside of me and I cry out. “Fuck.”
He penetrates me deep and hard, pushing me into the backseat of his car, and I scream with every thrust. It’s wild, an out-of-body experience. I tug on my restraint for some relief, but my arms barely move.
“Tell.”Thrust. “Me.”Thrust. “You.”Thrust. “Want.”Thrust. “It,” he repeats, but I refuse again. Then, I feel a sting on my cheek. I gasp.Did he justslapme?
Warmth radiates from the spot where the smack landed, a fiery reminder that in this moment, Evander owns me.
“Why deny what your body begs for, my angel? Be a good girl and tell me how needy you are for my cock.”
“Fuck you, Evander.” I seethe, my emotions clashing within me—a mix of anger, humiliation, and confusion.
He slaps me again, this time on the left cheek. “That’s not my name to you,” he says through clenched teeth. He hates when I call him by his full name, but I don’t care. He doesn’t deserve anything else.
Nonetheless, wetness pools between my legs.
“I hate you,” I spit, knowing it will spark fury in him.
