Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... He’d finished his fancy piece. Not bad playing. Now he wanted to see the man play something from Dreamtheater. Gabriel snickered at the ridiculousness of it. Daniel was watching him, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Why was he so touchy? Did he not like the way Gabriel devoured his spurned ex with his eyes? Daniel might have been stupid enough to drop Abigail for Mikayla, but Gabriel didn’t have a stupid bone in his body. Pop Tart was going to be his. Paulina swept into the room as Daniel stood. “If you ladies will excuse us, my mother and I would like to speak with Gabriel in the study.” *** Abigail didn’t dare look at him anymore. Good Lord! The man had stared at her almost all during dinner. He alternated between predatory observations of her every movement to volatile glares at auntie Paulina. Abigail had decided the best thing to do was simply not look anymore…at anyone. Keep her head low and escape the first possible opportunity. She was still reeling about him announcing their engagement. Why? Why was he doing this? Why had he chosen her to sacrifice? She didn’t deserve to be treated this way—a pawn to whatever Machiavellian scheme he was plotting. What Mikayla had done was deplorable, of course, but now he was involving the rest of the family. Daniel was keenly interested in signing his band onto North Star Records. Auntie Paulina, though she appeared neutral on the subject, would most likely not agree. She hated what she termed as the devil’s music . ...

... Abigail had even seen her look of extreme displeasure when Daniel mentioned that Gabriel’s band was called Diavolo—devil in Italian. Abigail wondered about that. Why had they picked that name? She shuddered. Perhaps they were devil worshipers. Oh-holy-mother-of-God! She’d kissed a devil worshiper! She peeked up from beneath lashes to see Gabriel, Daniel, and her aunt walk toward the study adjacent to the living room. Gabriel’s shoulders were broad, his dark hair coming just between his shoulder blades. Though dressed like a Hell’s Angel, he looked authoritative, imposing. This charade had to end. She needed to leave. Go back to Italy and the safety of the convent before she lost her soul. The devil with the feline green eyes and midnight hair would certainly tempt her into a life of debauchery. Oh, she would resist, but still, she feared his arduous charm would eventually overwhelm her. She wasn’t accustomed to being accosted by men. She wasn’t accustomed to men-period! Brutal fingers gripping her arm and hauling her up snapped her out of her dismal pensive mood. Her mother and sister flanked her and drew her out onto the terrace. “What is the meaning of this?” her mother demanded swinging her about to face her. Mikayla stood almost between them, her eyes blazing. Abigail cringed and gulped. “Um…well…we’re engaged…I guess.” Marjorie opened her mouth, but Mikayla cut in enraged, “that’s bullshit! You never even knew of Gabriel’s existence until last week.” Abigail was out of words ...