Deadly Saints [18+]

053: Fates of two, entwined

|Isadora Cordova|

I didn't want to deal with this, especially tonight. There are many things swarming about in this mansion and I can process them effectively but the moment Diavolo popped in, everything fucking changed. I despised him, hated his guts. His father killed mine therefore we are sworn to be enemies but what I didn't expect is for Diavolo to drop that bomb on me.

How can my mother lie to me or was Diavolo lying? I don't fucking know who to believe at this point.

The last thing I anticipated is for Diavolo to further fuck up my night. He stood with his crisp white shirt clinging to his bulging muscles, the buttons undone revealing his delicious chest that I craved to lick, ebony slacks that gripped his ass in all the right places, dishevelled caramel curls and piercing sapphires that drank my soul.

Fuck, he is sex on legs. I couldn't concentrate; his entire existence renders me incapable of feeling one emotion but rather a fucken jungle of them.

"Don't fucking stand there, get out!"

Diavolo however didn't even comprehend anything I have said; he is seemingly immobile from shock with his wide eyes and the way his fist is white knuckling the doorknob. I despised the way my heart is beating faster and faster while my body is engulfed in an intense heat. It doesn't help the way his eyes are leisurely making their way down my body. I had his jacket unbuttoned but it still covered my breasts.

Diavolo has seen me before in this attire with my garter belts but in this moment it's something entirely different, something sinful that sends jolts of pleasure up my spine. I felt all the anger seeping into this desire and it fuelled me more to destroy him but the heat in his gaze has rooted me to the spot I'm standing on.

Raw and unmasked desire shines through his eyes as his gaze roams over every inch of my exposed skin, which is nearly my entire body. His eyes settle on my garter belts, intense lust residing them while his soft tongue darts out to coat his fleshy lips. Fuck, how can you look so sexy from licking your lips you fucking sinful creature.

"I am going to fucking ask you one more time Diavolo. What the fuck are you doing here?" He takes a few seconds to respond, visibly swallowing as he tears his gaze away from my body to meet my eyes.

I almost gasp at the suffocating hunger reflecting in them and the fact that his artic orbs have considerably darkened to a shade that's black, My traitorous body reacts to his desire, my own having risen to a level I don't think I can hold back from.

"We need to talk about why you are hiding from me every chance you get," his voice sounding deeper if that's even possible.

His eyes once again fall to my body, this time lingering on my legs, and I don't want to admit that these lacy stockings surely do wonders for my legs therefore I definitely indulged in his gaze.

How can I want to devour him and slit his throat all at the same time?

"I don't need to hide from you, you are not that special." That snaps him out of his clouded lust.

"Oh, I know I am not that special," his honeyed voice replied but with a hint of frustration lingering in his tone.

Diavolo took slow strides towards me with a menacing sparkle in his pool of darkness. "But can you honestly tell me that all this time away, you did not once think about me? Think about us?" He almost sounds angry and I can feel my own annoyance firing off at his words.

How dare he act like we were anything, like he wasn't engaged to be married.

"I did not once think about you because you are that fucking irrelevant in my life," I gritted even if the words were full of lies.