Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... or ideas to explain. Anger surfaced now. She wasn’t one to lie and that was what she was being forced to do…all this to protect Daniel from being hurt by Mikayla’s behavior. “Fine,” Abigail finally snapped. “If you want to know the truth, he threatened to spill all to Daniel.” Abigail stepped into Mikayla’s personal space and continued despite her sister’s defiant glare, “He’ll tell Daniel and probably aunt Paulina all about your illicit affair. He might even take your shame as far as the media. Everyone will know how you’ve cuckolded poor Daniel,” she finished on a sob. Her mother gasped, horrified as she stared from one daughter to the other. Mikayla lifted her nose, “he wouldn’t dare.” Abigail clenched her teeth as her sister smirked at her. “I knew he wouldn’t be interested in you.” She laughed, her eyes flicking over Abigail with insulting superiority. “As if.” Abigail felt her eyes smart with the onset of tears, but she refused to let herself seem weak before her much prettier sister. There were more important things than outward beauty, and Abigail had never been vain in her life anyway. Marjorie Brown grabbed Mikayla’s arm and yanked her around. “Listen here, young lady—“ “Ow,” Mikayla complained with a pout, trying to wrench her arm from her mother’s vise grip. Marjorie would not relent though. She went nose to nose with a now cringing Mikayla and hissed, “I have been living with Paulina Montenegro for many years now. I’ve sacrificed my life to remain by her and am ...

... not going to let you ruin all that for me, you little tramp.” Abigail’s eyes widened. Mikayla sputtered. Marjorie continued, clearly not done with her tirade, “you seduced and tempted Daniel between your legs, took him from your sister, now you keep him.” “I never seduced him and, for your information, we’ve never fucked. Daniel is too uptight and antiquated to manage such a feat. That’s why I went after Gabe. A girl needs a good fuck every once in a blue to stay sane.” Abigail grimaced. Her mother winced and released Mikayla’s arm in disgust. Mikayla only laughed. “Look at you two. The saint and the old maid—“ Her mother sputtered. “I will not permit you to disrespect me—“ “Oh, stuff-it, lady,” she sneered, turning on her heel to flounce off. Marjorie rubbed her temples, eyes closed in frustration. Abigail wringed her fingers. She wanted to leave. This was not her mess…but…poor Daniel. There had to be a way to convince Gabriel to back down. He was famous and had to have hoards of women following him. Why was he so obsessed with Mikayla? Why was he so angry with her deception? “So he’s using you?” her mother asked folding her arms over her chest. “He said he wanted revenge.” Marjorie’s eyes widened. “Revenge? Just because Mikayla…but that’s absurd.” “I know, mother. I don’t understand myself.” Her mother sieved a well-manicured hand through her bob and took a few steps toward the outdoor fireplace. “He can’t. If word of this becomes public…” She turned around suddenly, eyes ...