Page 26 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I bring my hands to my hair and pull hard, wishing I was anywhere else but here.
“Please, stop! This is torture,” I cry out.
“Your job isn’t done,angeloúdi mou,” Evan says with a tsk. “Are you willing to do anything to save him?”
I give a frantic nod. I just have to convince Gianis to give Evan answers, and then we’ll be able to go home. My fingers fidget as they seek solace at my wrists.
Evan notices the reflex and moves toward me, grabbing my arm and letting his thumb press on the raised skin of my wrist where the erratic thumping of my heart has congregated.
“Come here,” he says.
I inch closer and he gives me what I assume should be a comforting smile. But instead of feeling reassured, I’m even more nervous.
“Get on your knees.”
I eye him warily. What would I need to be on my knees for right now?
“On your knees, Angelica, or I’m throwing another knife at his head. And, this time, I won’t miss.”
I kneel right away, my gaze lowering to the ground. An unexpected sensation invades me, my emotions muddling the distinction between desire and rage. My pulse quickens, my breaths become shallow.
I see Evan’s shoes appear right in front of me, but I don’t look up. He places his fingers under my chin and lifts my head. I shut my lids to not meet his eyes.
I can feel Gianis's stare burning a hole in my back.
“Open your eyes.” A soft whisper.
They flit open instinctively.
Evander’s thumb pushes through my lips, and my mouth is pried open.
My body is betraying my rational mind as my skin heats.
“God, I missed seeing you like this. It’s been a while.”
It’s been more than a year since Evan had me at his mercy likethis. Usually, our encounters involve me running away from him, and when he catches me, it’s rough, not playful. Fast, not slow. He commands me in those moments, but never like this. Not anymore.
Evan undoes his belt.
I swallow my pride.
7
EVANDER
“The true work of art is but a shadow
of the divine perfection.”
—Michelangelo
Fucking perfection.
Angelica kneels in front of me, eyes glossy, with my finger in her mouth. And it’s making me want to shove my dick far down her throat.This woman turns me into an animal.
“Suck on my thumb,ómorfi.Show Gianis what a good girl you are.”
She bites down on my finger, and I hiss, hooking it further in. She gags, the sound going straight to my cock, and it presses harder against my zipper.
