Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... his waist. His grandmother wasn’t enthused with his choice either, but since he’d been a straight A student, she at least respected his choice of self expression and didn’t bother him too much about it. Abigail’s glasses were similar to Miss Harper’s, or, like he and his friends used to call her behind her back, Miss Harpy, but sweet Abby looked nothing like the hook-nosed shrew that tried to make his life impossible when he was a kid. “It’s my pet name for you,” he said, his voice coming out really deep. He began stalking toward her slowly. She retreated just as slow, eyes going round. “I love Pop Tarts. Know what my favorite flavor is?” “N-no,” she answered breathlessly. “Cherry,” he growled, and licked his lips as he let his gaze blaze over her. She was still wearing the same dress. He wanted to rip it off her and take her right on that damned Steinway behind them. Her hands came up, landing on his chest. “Stop it! Maybe that type of aggressive lustful behavior works on the other type of women who frequent you, but it won’t work on me.” A challenge he would only be too pleased to take up. He smiled down at her. “You’ve got me all wrong, Pop Tart. I know more than you think, how different you are from the other chicks who always make a play for me. I like you.” He stressed the word like, and hoped his eyes conveyed the heat he felt every time he looked at her. “And I’d like to get to know you better.” He shrugged. “After all, you are my girlfriend.” Abigail’s mouth dropped ...

... open. “Yes. About that…I…I’m confused as to what you hope to gain with this pretense.” Gabriel wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. “Who says it has to be pretense?” He tried to kiss her again, but she shrugged out of his hold and stood with her back to him. “I don’t know what type of game you’re playing, but I don’t appreciate being used like this.” Her voice was so soft and defeated, it tugged at him deep in his chest. Tamping down his raging lust, he conceded that she had a point. He really liked her, would fuck her in a heartbeat, but she deserved better than that. What if she were right and it were just the fact no one ever touched her that had him all worked up? He’d hate to hurt her especial since Daniel had already broken her heart. The thought of Daniel had him getting angry again. Daniel had been too stupid to keep her, but Gabriel was going to get to know her. “Sure you don’t want to ride with me? We can go to this little place not far from here. They’ve got the best fried fish and fries,” he said sidestepping the topic of using her. She shook her head and stayed with her back to him. Gabriel wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her to the foyer. “At least see your boyfriend out then, woman.” She accompanied him stiffly to his bike. Overhead, he heard the familiar sound of helicopters off in the distance, not close enough to worry about at least. Leaning on the seat of his Harley, he pulled her between his thighs and cocked his head at ...