Page 39 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I give her arm a little squeeze. “I can help you, too,” I offer.
Her eyes meet mine as her tongue coats her bottom lip right before biting it into her mouth. My cock responds by twitching in my pants. I want to suck on that lip.
“You’d do that?”
“Why not? I came up with the plan. It’s the least I can do.”
She blows out a puff of air. “Okay, thanks.” Our gazes hold for a few seconds until she looks at the time on her phone and startles. “Shit, I have to go!”
I also glance at my watch and purse my lips. “I’ve taken up ten whole minutes.” A smirk appears on my face. “Signómi,angeloúdi mou. Does that mean I’ve been a bad boy?”
I realize that this in no way helps my growing erection, but I can’t help toying with Angelica. As soon as she looks up again and sees the fire in my eyes, that same flame travels straight down her spine, goosebumps erupting all over her skin. I’ve got her where I want her.
“Evan…I don’t have time for your games right now,” she says weakly.
Angelica turns to leave, but I swivel her back around to face me, cornering her at the entrance. Once her back hits the door, I brace my arms on each side of her head and lower my face to hers.
“Instead of hitting bags, you could punch me instead, for not sticking to my word.”
I rub my cheek against hers and a breath gets stuck in her chest. My lips reach her earlobe, and I nip at it. “What do you say?”
I snake my hand down her body and cup her pussy over her leggings, lifting her off the floor just a tiny bit. “Hmm. Warm. You must be so fucking wet,” I taunt, letting my hot breath tickle her ear. She gasps when I squeeze her tighter.
“Evander,” Angelica warns, breathless.
“One of these days, youwillbeg me to fuck you. And just know that, on our wedding night, I’m going to take you in both holes—as myfucking wife. Until then, outside these doors, it’s fair game.” I roughly let go of her crotch and her mouth opens in disbelief.
There was not one single lie in what I said, because once Angelica is branded with my name, there’ll be nothing keeping me away from her.
Even if she thinks our marriage is fake.
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ANGELICA
“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.” —Tucker Max
Ineed to stay as far away from Evander as possible…until the wedding, at least.
I can't think, breathe, or act right when he’s around, and that’s a big problem if I’m trying to accomplish something.
I’m going to take you in both holes—as myfucking wife.
I’m already starting off on the wrong foot.
Exhibit A: I agree to let him in for five minutes and it’s been fifteen.
Now, I’m going to be late for my boxing session and Mickey is going to make me do fifty burpees as punishment. Ihateburpees.
There’s only one way out of this predicament, and Evan technically asked for it.
I punch him in the gut as hard as I can and he stumbles backward. “Is that good enough of a punishment for you?” I mock.
The chuckle he lets out is borderline diabolical, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s music to my ears. I haven’t heard such a genuine laugh from him in forever.
“That’s my girl. Going straight for the kill,” he croaks, still crouched in half. I’m starting to feel bad for punching him so hard when he straightens up and flashes me a devilish smile. “Those boxing lessons are paying off, I see.”
I stand up taller. “You’ve got that right. Now let me go or I’m going to punch you again for the fifty burpees I’ll have to do for being late.”
