Page 31 of Diavolo

"I missed you," he whispered into the crook of her neck.

Where had he been all day? Had he gone to see the blonde? Did he touch other women as he touched her? Distress kept fueling more and more questions, but Elyse knew better than to turn him away.Two years. She only needed to put up with his shit for two years. Then, she would be free. Elyse forced herself to turn to him in the dark. "Welcome back."

"It is good to be back."

She let him sidle up behind her and wrap her into his embrace. A quiet tension thrummed from him. Tentatively, Elyse asked, "Is everything... alright?"

"No," he replied quietly.

Again, his honesty surprised her. It also alarmed her. Maybe he hadn't been fucking around with another woman, after all. Her thoughts spiraled toward the scar on his stomach.

"Are you in danger again?" she demanded.

"Do not worry. Everything is under control."

Elyse wanted to know more. "What—"

"Not now," he shushed her. "I have had a long day."

There was a definitive edge to his voice. Elyse decided not to press him any further. One of his hands snuck under her sleep shirt to fondle her breasts, mindlessly tugging and teasing hernipples until the pleasure elicited a soft moan from her. His other hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing in slow, erotic circles. He'd stop to dip his fingers into her pussy, dragging her glistening excitement all over her hot, pulsing clit. This slick, rhythmic back-and-forth caress felt even better than when she touched herself. The pressure was just right. Not too hard. Not too soft. It was fucking perfect. He did this for minutes. Hours.Days. Like a woman possessed, Elyse's hips began to writhe in time to his movements. She grew lightheaded and dizzy, moaning and gasping, as excitement mounted and mounted within her.

"I knew," he growled hoarsely, "you would be this way. I knew that we would be extraordinary together."

"What are you talking about?" she panted with a dazed expression.

"You were meant to burn,angelo, for me."

Elyse chuckled weakly. "You're so full of it."

He kissed her cheek. "No, I speak the truth."

Even with his fingers knuckles-deep inside her, Elyse steeled herself against the passion in his voice. She knew better than to believe a man in lust. She wondered if he was saying shit like this to other bitches. Like the blonde woman who'd been inside his shower.

As Alessandro began to pump in and out of her needy, honeyed heat, Elyse's troubled thoughts soon faded away. His fingers foundthe spotnestled on her upper walls, taking care to caress and slide against her trigger point with every thrust. Her climax began to build like a rising tide. Right as Elyse was about to explode in ecstasy, however, Alessandro pulled his hand away.

She protested, "If you don't make me come, I swear I'll—"

Elyse winced as he pinched her clit.Hard. Yet, the pain felt surprisingly good as well. Fucking hell. Everything about his touch felt mind-blowinglygood.

"What?" he taunted. "Get on your knees and beg?"

She growled, "When hell freezes."

"Beg," Alessandro insisted, "and I will make your filthiest dreams come true."

From behind, his cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing against her lips. He used his length to tease her clit while prodding at her entrance. He sank in, stretching her wide with only the tip. Whimpering and writhing for more of him, Elyse barely managed a response, "Dios, I want to—"

Wickedly, Alessandro supplied, "Fuck until we see God?"

His words ignited her senses. Moreso than ever, she needed to come.So fucking bad. But Elyse refused to give him the upper hand. Breathlessly, she fired back, "You'd like that, now, wouldn't you? To feel my pussy grab your dick like a tight, little fist?"

Alessandro's breath hitched. "Angelo…"

Invitingly, Elyse splayed her legs wider. "Don't you want me?"

His eyes gleamed. "More than anything."

"Then drop onyourknees," she growled, "andbeg."