1. Diavolo Ch 01


    Date: 2/21/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    goods.” Mikayla punched him in the arm. “Ow! It’s the truth. Every female those idiots fuck turn into psychos. Especially the ones Gabe bangs. Ooowww! Easy on the arms! I’m a delicate musician. These hands here are worth millions.” Abigail and Mikayla screamed when the car coasted toward the edge of the cliff they were already speeding perilously close to, because Angelo lifted his precious hands to admire them. “Watch where you’re going, you idiot!” Mikayla shouted. “I’m too young and beautiful to die yet.” He snorted and gripped the wheel again. “I know what I’m doing. I don’t need no backseat drivers. This car is special. It’s like Kitt from Knight Rider.” “Crap, Ang,” Mikayla scolded him. “How many times do I have to tell you those shows are way before my time. I have no fucking idea what the hell you’re talking about.” “Well, that’s why your generation is so lost. You grew up with crap. You can’t appreciate the good stuff.” “Oh be quiet, moron.” Angelo snorted in disgust. “Mad cow—OW! Stop beating on me!” “Well then shut-up and just drive!” When Mikayla turned her head to look to the side, Angelo stuck his tongue out at her behind her back. They drove for about twenty minutes before turning onto a long winding road up a mountain. By the time they pulled up to a gothic looking castle, fit for Dracula, Abigail was shiver from the cold. Her hair had dried but she had so little clothing covering her, she just wasn’t used to it. Her teeth chattered as she slipped on the red ...
    pumps with numb fingers. Mikayla was out of the Ferrari and bouncing excitedly on the cobble-stoned walkway. The area was filled with people milling about, mostly dressed in black, leather, and chains. There was lots of leather and chains. For a moment Abigail feared they’d taken her to a BDSM club. She might be innocent about many things, but she wasn’t completely ignorant. All around the monstrous mansion blared loud music. Nothing she was familiar with since she only listened to some jazz and classical. “Wait,” Mikayla blurted. She ran her fingertip over her red mouth and then dotted Abigail’s lips. “There so you don’t look so washed out.” Abigail was just about to wipe the sticky stuff off her lips until she looked around. All the females were sizing her up. Some just stared at her wide-eyed. Others whispered behind their hands giggling. Abigail bit her lower lip and looked down, tugging at the hem of the dress that just about covered an inch off her ass. The thong she wore also barely held her feminine parts covered, but her entire backside was bare, with a flimsy elastic pulled taut between her cheeks. It was humiliating. Abigail had never felt so exposed. Her loose hair fell in messy waves around her shoulders and arms. She pulled it forward to cover the fact she wore no bra and her nipples were about to poke right through the stretchy fabric of the dress. “Come-on, Abs. Don’t let these skanks intimidate you,” Mikayla laughed pulling her forward. To Abigail’s chagrin, ...
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