1. Diavolo Ch 01


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

    the soft material and his muscles bunched and relaxed with every step he took further into the darkness. Terror struck her entire being. “Where are you taking me?” she exclaimed wiggling in his grip. “Easy, baby,” he said in a soothing tone that gave her chills. “Don’t baby me! Let me go this instant or I’ll scream my head off,” she threatened loudly. He laughed, that sexy sound that had her throbbing in places she’d never throbbed before. Weird. What the hell was with that? “Look, Pop Tart, I’m just taking you over to the bar over there.” She swiveled her head to look behind her. Sure enough, she just barely made out an unlit area a few paces away with barstools. “I don’t want you to cut your feet on the glass back there. I dropped my bottle of beer when I tried to keep you from hitting the ground. I’ve managed to get good at it since females are always fainting in front of me.” Abigail scowled at him. He was certainly smug about himself. “Perhaps if you see a dentist about getting a good prophy for that problem, they might stop swooning.” He staggered to a halt. It was dark but she could tell he was gaping at her…for all of two seconds before he threw his head back and laughed. “Shit. You’re a fucking riot, Wasabi.” Abigail made a face at him. “Why do you keep calling me such strange nick names?” He finally deposited her upon the cold, smooth bar-top. Goose bumps immediately covered her entire body. Abigail clutched the bottom of the dress as it rode up her thighs, barely ...
    covering her crotch now. Automatically, her shoulders hunched over and she pressed her fists tight against the juncture of her thighs, positive he’d be able to see the scrap of panties she wore. “I don’t know your name, so I call you whatever inspires me.” Okay? Her face flamed and she was reluctant to gaze up at him now that the moon had come out from behind a few dark clouds, bathing everything around them in silver light. “What is it with you and that dress?’ he murmured, planting his hands on his hips. “I don’t dress this way—at all. My sister lent me this dress and…and I just hate it,” she finished in a small defeated tone. He swore softly under his breath. Next thing she knew, he was stripping out of his shirt. Terror made her bolt off the top of the bar. To her dismay, sliding off the high bar top made the damned dress ride up her ass. Too late, she also remembered she injured her foot when she slammed it to the ground and red-hot agony zinged up her entire length. She cried out, her legs giving out beneath her. As she reached down to grip her smarting foot, her face bumped into hard male flesh the same moment his arms went around her again. She gasped and pushed against him. Oh-no. All she could feel was naked man beneath her fingers until she finally crossed her arms over her chest protectively as he held her at arm’s length. “Hey. What gives?” he asked softly. His head cocked to the side dipping down to look into her face, but she closed her eyes, refusing to look at ...
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