Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... her hands clasped against her chest, her eyes staring beseechingly at Paulina. Paulina remained silent a long while, just glaring at Gabriel. She finally sat back in her chair, spine completely stiff and straight, and lips pursed. “And how do you feel about this, Abigail?’ Gabriel’s attention flew to Abigail’s face, his fists tightening to either side of his plate. She looked at him over the rims of her glasses, the sweet red hue covering her cheeks intensifying. Whatever she saw in his face made her cringe more. Damn. “Well,” she began, her voice so soft and low it was a miracle if those sitting at the opposite end of the table even heard her, “we still haven’t discussed this fully.” Paulina’s blistering gaze swung back to Gabriel before going back to Abigail. “I thought you were seeking a religious vocation?” “Well,” Gabriel interrupted, a tad scathingly, “now she’s obviously found something better.” Paulina’s cold gaze settled on him once more, her nose lifting infinitesimally. “You consider yourself better than God?” Gabriel grinned, but didn’t answer. Paulina’s eyes narrowed a bit. Dinner trudged on with various courses. Each plate had a minute amount of food, artfully arranged on the Montenegro estate’s fine porcelain china. A second bottle of wine that probably cost more than a hundred grand was opened like nothing. Gabriel wrinkled his nose at the silver cup of sherbet he was being served. He’d change all of this crap for a heaping plate of his grandmother’s cooking. ...

... They’d gone through four courses and he was still starving. Abigail was nibbling at her food. She took dainty little bites and chewed, lips sealed tight, eyes on her plate. He thought of the kiss he’d given her. Seeing the horrified look on Mikayla’s face had pleased him. He felt bad for his idiot half brother. He’d never been engaged or had a formal girlfriend, but the day he did, he’d be pissed if the chick fucked around behind his back. His eyes focused on Abigail’s soft lips. That kiss…she’d been so hesitant…so shocked. Fuck. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear it might have been her first. Jesus Christ. That was impossible. She was in her mid twenties. First kisses were for preteens and high schoolers. Where the hell had these people had this chick stashed away? Ah…the convent. Jesus. Leaning back as they cleared away his fourth dish and brought a fifth, he huffed a sigh of frustration. She was too innocent for the likes of him. His first woman had been older—a sexually ravenous freak who’d taken advantage of his young stamina while he was in his teens. That lasted for a long time until the band started taking off, and then she’d turned into a jealous psycho. He frowned down at his steak as he cut into it angrily. Okay, he was getting off point here. There was nothing between him and Abigail. He wasn’t sure why he’d kept up the pretense there was something between them…why he’d kissed her. He smirked. Fine. He’d kissed her because he wanted to antagonize Mikayla and ...