Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... bobbing with the harried gulp he took. “Oh-yes, baby,” he sighed. Abigail blinked back the wetness of her eyes. He only wanted her for sex. Lowering her hand to the railing, she leaned down to look into his confused eyes. “Well that’s too bad, Mr. Raven, because there has to be more than that for a man to have access to my body.” He flinched, and frowned. “Okay. What else do you need to let me f—“ Abigail reared back, her face flaming. Luckily he stopped himself in time before he said what would have probably had her turning around and leaving that room for the last time. He pressed his lips together. “Abigail, clearly I have no experience in dealing with a good girl like you, but I want to try. Do you think you can find it in your heart in having a little patience with me? I’d really like—no, love to get to know you and see where this leads.” She shook her head. “I can’t—“ “Why?” His hand covered one of hers on the railing. “Is it because of how I look?” he gestured to his tattoos. Abigail shook her head, appalled he’d think she thought less of him because of his hair and ink. “No. It’s just the whole…” her free hand flailed. “I’d have no privacy anymore with reporters and fans hounding—“ “It isn’t always that way, Abby. They get tired and move on to something else. That’s how this has always been.” She shook her head. There was no way she could deal with having her image and name everywhere. And what about when Gabriel finally tired of her. Because he eventually would. He ...

... was exciting and she was nothing but a boring simple girl. “Abby, please,” She snatched her hand away. “Look, I need to think about this. Stop pressuring me.” “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to lose you.” She looked at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes. “Gabriel,” she sighed. The sudden urge to kiss him had her drawer closer. Just one little kiss and she’d leave. He gripped her hand as she leaned against the railing. Behind her the door opened and footsteps sounded behind her, along with the sound of a man clearing his throat. Abigail straightened, her cheeks already warm with embarrassment at almost being caught kissing Gabriel. Turning, however, the color drained from her countenance as she faced none other than Daniel and Mikayla. Daniel’s expression was stony, but Mikayla’s was downright poisonous. “I’m sorry if we interrupted anything,” Daniel said primly. “No,” Abigail laughed, her voice too shrill even to her own ears. “I was just leaving. Goodbye, Gabriel,” she said patting his hand before dashing out of the room.” She was sure she heard Gabriel shout out her name, but by then she was halfway out the door and sprinting toward the elevators before the doors closed. Her hands shook as she waited for the elevator doors to finally close. She almost half expected him to come hobbling out of his room after her. Silly, of course, because the man had a busted leg and couldn’t walk well yet. The doors finally closed and she closed her eyes in relief. People got on and off in the ...