Page 57 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“You’ll never find peace of mind until you listen
to your heart.” —George Michael
My head is still spinning from the bombshell Evan dropped about us getting married sooner than originally planned. Confusion and anxiety collide within me as I try to process the idea of an accelerated timeline for our wedding. That I have even less time to get used to the idea that this is actually happening.
My mind also can’t help but wander to the other shocking discoveries I’ve made about my father and the Sisterhood. What else my visit tomorrow will reveal.
Then, there’s the memory of my encounter with Evan that keeps playing a loop through my thoughts. The intensity of his gaze, the authoritative yet magnetic presence he exuded, and the way he cornered me in his office, leaving me breathless—basically, my brain is a total mess.
My pulse quickens at the recollection of how he roughed me up against the desk, raw passion igniting between us.
One of these days, you’re going to stop denying that you want me, and I’m going to crack you open.
I would have let him fuck me right then and there, like an idiot. And I embarrassed myself when I realized that wasn’t his intention.
After I left Evander’s office—flustered and aroused—he informed me that he’d be leaving for the night. Perfect. I need time to take care of this littleproblem.
It’s been even harder to deny how much he turns me on since we started living in the same house. Why can’t my lady parts follow my brain for once?
I don’t know how long it's been since Evan stepped out, but I make my way to the bedroom with the goal to relieve the ache that has built in my core.
I hop on his bed—the thought of us sharing a bedroom still a hard pill to swallow—and lean back, the potent smell of him assaulting my senses.Seriously?As if his constant presence wasn’t enough. Cedarwood and mint, with a hint of musk. A cabin escape in the autumn.
I briefly close my eyes as I inhale his scent.
All it does is intensify the feeling of wanting his hands and mouth all over me. I shouldn’t crave him the way I do, but I can’t help the carnal urges I get at the thought of him making me come.
As I lie there, I picture him hovering over me, his broad frame and tattooed muscular chest on display, his eyes racking over my body, filled with hunger and need, desperate to get a taste of me.
I move my hand down my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake as I try to reach the place where I need it the most. My center throbs in anticipation, and when I get to my mound under my panties, a needy moan escapes my mouth.Fuck. I need this so badly.
Shivers erupt through me when I graze my clit. I’m so close already, and I haven’t even touched myself.
Once my two first fingers reach their destination, my entire body jolts to life, a euphoric feeling spreading through me.
I rub myself with vigor, moaning without restraint because Helen is gone for the night and Evander will be out late. The filthy sounds travel across the space, and I can't even be bothered to lower my voice.
I cry out with pleasure when I find the perfect stroke and rhythm.
Yes, yes, yes.
“Is this what you do when you’re alone, kitten?” I startle, my eyelids flying open. Evander stands in the doorway, his expression showing a hint of annoyance. I stare at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with him. Though I’m surprised that he’s home so soon, my movements feel too good to be embarrassed of being caught.It’s not the first time, anyway.
I keep up with my ministrations, and Evan clears his throat. “Don’t fucking stop on my account.” I want to reply that I wasn’t planning on it, but I decide not to taunt him. He sounds frustrated enough as it is.
This might be hard for him to see, given that I haven't let him touch me—apart from when weplay—but he deserves it for teasing me in his office and leaving me high and dry.A girl has needs.
He stomps over to the bed, anger flickering in his gaze as he watches me work myself to the edge.
“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath. “This is the last thing I was expecting to come home to.”
“Ah! Evan,” I gasp as I near the point of climax. Evander stills at the mention of his name. I didn’t mean to say it, but it slipped out.
My heartbeat quickens, blood rushing to my brain. My inhales are coming out in short bursts. “I’m so close,” I breathe.Oh, how I wish Evan were the one touching me, but this will have to do.
I remember the first time he caught me touching myself, when he was still recovering from his bullet wound, after three weeks of not having seen each other at all.
He stood at the door frame watching me touch myself, screaming out his name. The memory of how it riled him up then makes me want to do it again now.
