Page 6 of The Diávolos: Part Two
A low, guttural sound escapes his mouth. “Liar!” he hisses. He brings his palm to my cheek again, right as he pushes himself inside of me, so deep and hard that I scream, the oxygen sucked out of my lungs like a vacuum.
“You don’t hate me, Angelica. You love it when I use you like my personal sex doll, because I know how to make it feel good.”
“Ahhhh,” I moan with every thrust.
The space in the back seat of the car doesn’t allow for much movement, but Evan succeeds in hitting all the right spots, and I pulsate around his length.
He cups my throat. “Now, hold your breath.”
I do as he says, too blinded by the pleasure. With his other hand, he sinks his fingers through my hair and pulls so hard my neck flies back, my airway now constricted.
“Don’t breathe until I tell you to.”
I’m already dizzy, like I might pass out, but he feelsso good.
“Come for me,” he orders.
At his command, I let the wave of pleasure consume me. My lower stomach tenses, arousal pooling inside of me like molten lava on the verge of erupting. Evander pulls out just in time for me to gush all over him. I jerk as my orgasm hits me, and he shoves the head of his dick back inside to continue his movements.
Evan lets go of my hair, and I go limp under him. I start seeing black spots.
“That’s it, angel. Come to the dark side,” Evan whispers.
I succumb to the darkness, losing consciousness and control of my body as I climax.
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EVANDER
My angel,
You’ve got me,
Flesh and bone.
You’ve shown me the light,
Taken me to the other side.
Now that I know what that’s like,
I’m never letting you out of my sight.
—Evander Vasilakis
Itake off my ski mask, quickly shaking out my hair, and stuff it in the pocket of my black bomber jacket. I pull out my phone and open the security camera app. Angelica is back in her bed, fast asleep. I can see the soft movements of her body going up and down as she rests, surely worn out from our little encounter. I smirk and settle deeper into my Jaguar. I have nowhere to be, nowhere to go.
Every time I get a taste of divinity, it takes everything in me to leave. I promised I’d give her time, but I can’t stay away. An obsession doesn’t just disappear.
Angelica brought me back to life when I thought I was dead inside. I’d raise Hell if it meant I’d get to burn the world by her side.
What’s the best thing about being the devil? Having the ability to bring out evil to play.
I’m convinced Angelica was created to torture me. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me the fuck on.
I switch off the feed and set my phone in the cup holder. It’s time to go.
As I turn to check if the coast is clear behind me, I catch a glimpse of something pink on the floor in the back seat. Reaching back, I pick up Angelica’s torn thong. It must’ve fallen out of my pocket when I was balls deep inside her. I bunch it up in my hand and bring it to my nose, taking a deep inhale.
