Page 56 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I close the distance between us until our breaths mingle in the small space separating us, and I tease her, exhaling softly against the delicate skin of her neck. “I think you still care,angeloúdi mou. And the thought makes me hard.” Anticipation builds as I linger, embracing the tension in the air.
With a playful glint in my eyes, I shove her backward until she’s pressed against the island, and she puts a palm on the granite counter to steady herself, her chest visibly rising and falling faster than before. I bring my nose to the crook of her neck and take a deep inhale.
“You smell divine,wife.”
She releases a shaky puff of air. “Futurewife.”
“I see no difference, my angel. I bet youtastelike my wife too,” I add, letting my tongue trace from her collar bone up to her jaw. “If I were to put my tongue elsewhere, would you be wet for me?”
Angelica doesn’t respond and swallows a big gulp. I chuckle against her neck and then step back, leaving her dazed.
I head to my office. “Come with me.” She diligently follows on unsteady feet. Once she steps inside, I shut the door behind us and walk over to my desk, Angelica still behind me.
Instead of sitting down, I grasp her thick strands between my fingers and pull her forward to face the desk. Angelica yelps from the strain on her scalp, tears glistening in her eyes.
I push the front of her body flat onto the tabletop, keeping a hard grip on her hair. She struggles to inhale, letting out small gasps as I lay my chest onto her back.
She doesn’t protest my aggressiveness, and her erratic breathing tells me she’s either turned on or scared. Fear and pleasure are two sides of the same coin for Angelica. I bet if I reached into her pants, her cunt would make a mess on my fingers.
I shove my crotch against her backside. “Me kánis na kavlóno, glykiá mou.”You’re making me hard, my sweet.“You’d let me fuck your perfect pussy right now, wouldn’t you, kitten?” I taunt into her ear, rubbing myself against her. The mere thought of shoving myself deep inside Angelica is making my dick leak with precum.
She moans, and I nearly lose it.
“You wouldn’t say no to me because you’re my good fucking girl, Angelica,” I add, pressing her face into the wooden desk. She lets out a strangled whimper.
I reach into the drawer next to me.
“One of these days, you’re going to stop denying that you want me, and I’m going to crack you open.”
I roughly let go of her hair and pull myself off, letting the folder I grabbed fall on the desk next to her.
“Here’s the file I’ve built on the Sisterhood. All the information I’ve found so far is here.”
Angelica’s eyes widen, an obvious blush creeping across her face. She fumbles with the document sleeve as she breathes in and out, trying to collect herself, as I settle behind my desk.
When she opens the file, she struggles to let out a composed sentence. “E-Evan. This-this is so much. How did you get all this?”
“I’ve got my ways,” I say, shrugging. “I might know a hacker or two.”
She flips through the folder, reading over the pages. In her hands is information about all the girls who’ve been taken by the Sisterhood, including where they ended up, and if they’re still alive. There is also a list of all the nuns who’ve ever been sworn in. The only thing missing are the names of the men involved.
“I’ve been collecting data ever since I followed you to Antium. Xan has been monitoring your father, which leads me to what he told me today…we think he’s planning an escape.”
Angelica looks up, taken aback. “But I just spoke to him. He told me he was going away for business.”
“By that,he means running away from his problems,” I grumble. “He most likely put two and two together and figured that if you were coming back, I’d be in Cebrene too. He knows I’ve been digging dirt on him, which is probably why he burned down my club. To distract our efforts.”
“I’m supposed to visit him tomorrow. Should I cancel?”
“No, you should go. It’ll give you the opportunity to tell him your intentions. And I know you miss Eldora.”
Angelica worries her lip for a moment and nods. “So, what’s the plan?”
“We get married. This week.”
16
ANGELICA
