1. Diavolo Ch 01


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

    find Gabe before some other skank picks him up.” Abigail looked at her in shock. About to demand she listen to what she was saying, she only managed to sputter as Mikayla sprinted away. Oh-no. Hadn’t her mother warned her not to let her out of her sight? That she’d disappear? Abigail looked around, yanking at her dress. A few of the males were giving her appreciative stares, but some were laughing at her too. “Hey look at that drunk broad,” one of them pointed. A group of about seven men stared intently at her. They looked scary and ready to pounce. Abigail needed to find Mikayla. They needed to leave at once. Reaching down, she removed her heels to the tune of whistles and male howling. “Yeah! Take it all off, baby!” She disappointed them by sprinting out the back balcony doors. Mistake. It was pitch dark out here. There were a few torches lit here and there, but for the most part, it was pitch black. She wasn’t used to being out at his time of night so her night vision really sucked, plus, she’d forgotten her glasses back at the Montenegro estate. Carefully stepping out onto a terrace of sorts, she could smell the scent of the ocean. She shuddered not daring to venture past the edge of the terrace fearing she might walk right off a cliff to her death. A soft breeze blew right up her dress making her shiver hard. Angrily, she dropped the shoes she carried and tugged at the dress viciously. “I think you’re supposed to pull it the other way,” a very deep, silky voice purred ...
    behind her. Startled, she let out a little yelp of surprise and spun back to confront her possible attacker. Her foot stepped on the sharp point of the high heels she’d dropped and she cried out in pain as it cut her instep. If that weren’t enough, she lost her balance, trying to hop on one foot to avoid further damaging her left foot and fell back toward the unforgiving stone floor. Strong arms encircled her, as the sound of glass shattering at her feet sounded. One second she was flailing, the next she was swept up into the strongest arms she’d ever felt. Her feet left the ground. Abigail’s yip of surprise turned into a grunt when her left breast smashed against a wall of sculpted masculinity. One arm under her knees, the other encircling her back, Abigail had no choice but to grip her mysterious savior. If hadn’t caught her, she’d most likely be out cold on the floor with a concussion. “You’re supposed to run out at midnight and leave one shoe, not break your neck four hours before by tripping on them, Pop Tart.” Indignant, she began to reply heatedly, “I’m not Cinder—wait…what did you call me?” His chuckle slid through her body like no man’s ever had…and she’d loved hearing Daniel’s laughter. It had given her butterflies. Her dark savior’s laughter had made her whole body feel flushed and tight…and she still hadn’t seen his face clearly. He wore an extremely expensive silk shirt. She could tell from how luxurious it felt beneath her fingers. The heat of him radiated through ...
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