Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... Abigail looked totally kissable shivering at the sight of him. Hell, that alone had been quite a turn on. Chicks always pounced on him. They didn’t flush beguilingly and look at him as if he were a great big hungry panther and they a succulent little mouse. Abigail’s wide blue eyes rose to his shyly. Her flush intensified as her lashes fluttered over her cheeks. He hardened in his pants. Interesting reaction. Completely stupid too. He finally tore his gaze from her and concentrated on finishing this unsatisfying dinner. The butler poured him another glass of wine and he gulped it down, uncaring that he’d just swallowed a mouth full of something that probably cost more than his treasured Fatboy outside. The torture continued for an hour more until they finally stood and proceeded to the main parlor. The room was enormous, two stories high with glass panes looking out to vast gardens and a view of the setting sun. A balcony hugged the front and left side of the room, giving a glimpse of the second floor to one of the manor’s various wings. The white marble floors gleamed beneath an array of sumptuous rugs. Expensive art hung on almost every wall and vases filled with blooming flowers decorated almost every table. The large fireplace, only one of the breath taking focal points in the room, had an arrangement of red roses bursting within. Paulina excused herself a moment as Daniel sat at the Steinway and played an impressive piece for all of them. Gabriel sat on the edge of the ...

... cream-colored leather couch and waited. So far, the subject he’d wanted to broach had been cautiously avoided, due to the presence of the Brown women. Gabriel was anxious to speak with Paulina and Daniel though. He wanted to see Paulina Montenegro’s reaction when she found out his father had left him half of everything. Everything—fucking halfsies! He wasn’t remotely interested in the obscene amount of wealth around him. He’d still continue to live in his beach house, but he was interested in starting some kind of charity for homeless people and maybe free music schools for young kids in the city. So much more could be done with all this wealth than pamper this pack of wolves around him. His eyes fell on Abigail again. She was different. She wasn’t like them. He could see it in her eyes and the way she acted. Pop Tart was a simple girl with simple tastes. Christ. A sane man could lose his heart to a sweet girl like her. He could almost imagine her wearing one of his shirts at the house, walking barefoot out onto the back deck that overlooks the beach. Her hair would be loose, the breeze toying with its golden waves. He’d entice her into the woven hammock he had tied beneath a cluster of coconut trees near the glass doors to his bedroom. He’d kiss her again, feel the satin texture of her pretty legs, press his chest against the softness of hers, feel her nipples harden into sharp little points against him. Light clapping had him tearing his gaze from Abigail to look at Daniel. ...