Diavolo

xx

no smut.. I'm so sorry :(

62

PRESLEY

10

"Fuck. Fuck. Wait." He stopped me with a hand on my thigh, the ferocious force of his grip pausing me from reaching for his belt buckle.

+

        I glanced up to meet his gaze which was already focused on the vibrating phone on the space beside us.

+

A low sound of disapproval rumbled through my throat at the feeling of having something taken away from me so quickly and yet so soon.

+

        It was like being given a lollipop or some kind of treat and then before you could enjoy it, someone snatched it away with greedy hands.

5

I sighed to myself, dropping my hand briefly but he'd reached for my hand and placed it right back on top of his belt buckle. Olive-green eyes melting into mine, his thumb held my chin with a firm grip and he brushed the side of my cheek.

+

My bottom lip dipped slightly conveying how distraught I was, and he merely let out a warm chuckle. "Si?" His low voice spoke when he answered the call. "Subito? Quanti uomini ci sono laggiù?"

+

"Right now? How many men are over there?"

+

I made a move to get up since it was clearly obvious he was planning to be on the phone for a while and there were other things I could be doing than wasting my time trying to understand a language I could barely decipher.

+

"Sit." He instructed in a commanding voice before I could even move, holding my gaze in a straight 'Do that and I'll fuck you up' expression and I sat my ass right back down.

24

The person on the other side of the phone must have said something that angered him greatly because his face twisted into a look of horror.

+

He ran a hand—the hand that'd been resting on my thigh—through his black hair, tugging slightly with a radiating frustration taking rise in his behavior. "Dov'è Fabiano? Perché non se ne occupa?"

+

"Where's Fabiano? Why isn't he dealing with this?"

+

A muscle ticked in his jaw, his chest expanding with each forceful, harsh breath he was taking. I didn't like this, seeing him so wound up and tight over whatever was going on.

+

I placed a palm on his chest, feeling the hard slap of honed muscle on him everywhere and grazing my fingernails down his chest as an attempt to calm him down.

+

I could tell it was only doing so much because there was still this deep slit between his brows, burrowing a hole. I didn't have to think much about it before lowering my head and resting my forehead against his.

3

I kissed him softly, running my hand through the soft silk of his hair and the rock-hard body of his against mine making me hot and needy for him.

3

        He sighed blissful into the kiss, sliding a hand down my chin and fingering the deep v-neck of my dress to tug me closer to him.

6

The voice on the other side of the phone spoke and Silvio broke off the kiss abruptly, his lips lingering for a few seconds against mine."Sarò lì tra dieci minuti." He responded to the voice, hung up and exhaled a deep sigh.

+

I knew from his tone and his behavior that something was going on and though I couldn't take away his stress or worry, I didn't mind being right here in this moment for him.

+

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

+

"Is everything okay?"

+

"I have to leave." He said gruffly while his fingers moved rapidly on his phone and I began redoing the buttons on his shirt as fast as I could.

+

A little hopeful part inside my heart had sunk at the fact that he had to leave but it felt a little insane to be sad that this man was leaving. I barely knew him and though he would soon be my husband, I didn't know him.

1

How could you miss someone you never really knew?

2

His gaze shifted from his phone to my face, staring deeply into my eyes for a slow heartbeat, a moment which felt like eternity before the inner war going inside his mind won, against his better judgement. "You're coming with me."

9

"Silvio." I breathed in a deep breath thinking of all the possibilities of things that could go wrong with just that suggestion. Come with him to wherever the fuck his work was?

+

It didn't sound reasonable but I knew he wasn't going to budge away from that decision. "Will you let me change at least?"

+

"You look—" He ran his gaze down my length looking marginally appeased by my outfit but a thought must have popped into his mind because he shook his head adamantly. "Yeah."

8

I couldn't help the little smile which appeared on my face and I slid off his lap and headed for the bedroom. I quickly changed into a pair of light blue hips-curving jeans and a white v-neck cropped shirt.

+

I'd tied my hair back into a low bun with ringlets of curls falling against my nape and slipped into some sneakers. I'd walked out with a small smile only to come to a slight stop when I spotted Silvio.

+

His gaze flickered over me in a slow perusal and then he scowled.

2

Even though he didn't look pleased, he didn't say anything else. As I headed towards him, he'd already started walking towards me and circled around me like a gazelle hunting a prey.

4

He placed a palm on my arm, running his fingertips along my bare skin and then shrugged his suit jacket off. I murmured a soft thank you as he tugged my arms through both sleeve and we headed out.

6

I was beginning to think the man was mad at me. From the short time we'd been driving, he was silent.

1

        He'd always been a man of little words, but today was a little different. There was no small, subtle touches or holding my hand.

+

He'd worn his gloves as soon as we entered the car, isolated himself inside his thoughts and when I'd meant for us to be professional, I didn't think it meant this.

6

Or maybe I'd gotten used to his touch and kisses that I couldn't separate fiction from reality. Business deal. Beneficial for the both of us. A contract. A contract that wasn't signed yet but that was all this was.

+

And it was already in play, he'd started playing the role of the man I'd wanted and I supposed I was supposed to play my role as well. No playing between the lines. The boundaries were very clear and I needed to stay behind it and not cross the damn line.

3