1. Diavolo Ch 09


    Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    sounded like I-love-you , but it came out “rye-ruv-ru.” She quirked a brow at him and asked “huh? I don’t understand what you’re saying, Mr. Raven.” His hot tongue slithering against her open palm had her jolting her hand away as heat made her belly clench. Him and that wicked tongue. He lifted her and sat her on the counter between the double sinks. His kiss was drugging, making her forget everything. “Fine. Just remember the surveillance system goes in before you move in.” She stared up at him, head still spinning from his kiss. “Surveillance?” “Cameras, an alarm that notifies the police the minute it trips mounted on all the windows and doors. You know how to shoot a gun?” Abigail’s blood chilled. “No! I’m terrified of those things! Gabriel, you’re going overboard.” “Maybe we should get you a big dog,” he continued deep in thought, ignoring her. “A Rottweiler…no a Pinscher. They’re lighter on their feet and deadly when trained right. Ha! We can name him Beelzebub.” She gasped, aghast at his outrageous suggestion. “Gabriel, no. Stop. I don’t have time to care for an animal.” She cupped his face, “I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” ******* He kept worrying. In the days that led to the big move, he’d also thrown another tantrum when she refused to take his Black card to buy what she needed. She hoped any children they might have someday would not be as obstinate and cantankerous as their father, though the thought did warm her heart when she imagined a pouty-lipped little boy ...
    with black curls and green eyes demanding ice cream for dinner. He wanted to oversee the delivery of her things, but his recording schedule did not permit it. Abigail put the finishing touches on the bathroom décor, having chosen natural rattan and wicker baskets to store her supplies and an apple green and beige shower curtain with matching towels in tones of apple green and dark brown. Scented candles rested on silver holders along with a glass tray with soaps and lotions. She strolled out, smiling at the pretty, beige couch she’d gotten at Ikea along with the little glass coffee table and floor lamp. Soft white curtains spilled at either side of the glass doors to the patio where she’d set up a metal and glass table set. Over the fireplace, she’d hung the framed art piece Gabriel had given her from the beach house. It had hung in his bedroom and he’d wanted her to have it. The painting of a beautiful sunset over a placid ocean had been done by his mother. Abigail was more than honored he’d entrusted her with it. A brisk knock at the door had her frowning. She wasn’t expecting her dining set until the weekend. It was the only thing left that hadn’t been delivered. Her phone rang as she approached the door. “Hello?” she said knowing it was Gabriel. “Someone at the door.” “I know.” She paused on her way to the entrance of her apartment. “How’d you know?” “Surveillance cameras.” Abigail gasped and looked around spotting the little glass bubbles scattered around the ceiling of the ...
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