Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

LONDON

I knew it. I totally knew better than to let him bring me to this party.

Okay, so I was having fun. At first, I'd been having a blast. That is until those two horrible women, I don't even think I can call them women with the way they acted. They had no respect for themselves and acted like the skanky hoes they are.

I didn't need them to come up to me and tell me about what Diablo likes and doesn't. I definitely didn't want to know just how good he was with his tongue and how big he was down below. Or how they wanted me to leave him alone because I didn't have what he needed.

I'd done my best to be patient with them. Ivy and Josephine both warned me earlier to brace for this kind of thing. That the PPs as they called them would test me. They didn't like it when the guys found someone.

When neither of them refused to back off, it pissed me off. It pissed me off more when they goaded me into violence.

"What the hell is going on here?"

I let the skank's head go as she falls and look to see not just Diablo looking at me, one eyebrow cocked, while Reaper is the one demanding answers.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, stepping away from the women.

"She's crazy is what's going on," the other skanky hoe cries, stepping closer to Reaper and Diablo. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Totally fake. Well, maybe. One hand gripping her wrist, holding it to her chest.

I may have squeezed a bit too hard as I twisted it. But it's the way my dad taught me to. He said you don't stop until you know they'll stop. If that means you break something, you break it. So, her wrist is probably sprained if not broken.

"I didn't ask you," Reaper snaps, glaring at the woman.

"But it's true," she cries. "I think she broke my wrist."

"Really?" Cerberus asks, looking at me. "London doesn't look like she could do that."

It's my turn to snort at the accusation. It's not exactly an accusation per se but rather an assumption.

I don't really care about the fact everyone was demanding to know what was happening because all of this is Diablo's fault.

Shooting a glare in his direction, I whirl around and leave, noticing another of the scantily dressed women moving in to help the one who I'd bashed the head of. I barely get two steps away when I find myself pulled up short.

"Where are you going, London?" Diablo asks, his body right behind mine.

"I'm leaving," I tell him and yank away or try to.

"You're not leaving, Chiquita." Turning me in his arms, he wraps them around me, securing me to him. "Tell me what happened."

"No." There's no way I'm telling him what they'd said to me. I want to forget what they told me about him. I want to go home and do my best not to think about the fact he'd been with both those women, at the same time . Yet, he won't even have sex with me.

Am I that hideous? What's wrong with me? Do they have something I don't?

"I'm going home," I inform him and shove away. It's pointless to do so, he doesn't let me go.

"London, you ain't leavin'," he states, tightening his arms around my waist.

"Yes, I am," I snap, glaring at him.

He gives me a look that goes straight between my legs. It's hot.

Diablo dips his head down until we're nearly nose to nose. "Chiquita, this is the last time I'm saying it, you ain't leavin'."

"You can't make me stay if I don't want to," I protest.

"Watch me," he growls.

Huff, I wrench myself out of his grip, turning to leave, and the next second, I find myself thrown over his shoulder, his hand coming down on my rear. I scream at his back, slapping at his ass, ignoring the fact it's firm, muscular, and looked really, really good in jeans.

"Put me down," I shout, kicking my legs wildly.

"Settle down," he commands and brings his hand down on my bottom once again.

"Stop slapping my butt, Diablo," I snap. I refuse to let him get away with it. "I swear to God, I'm going to hurt you."

I doubt I could do anything to hurt this man. He's solid muscle, and he knows it.

Diablo makes a sharp turn, opens a door, kicks it shut, and only then does he bump me off his shoulder. I go sailing backward, arms flapping, then I'm bouncing on the bed, his body coming over mine.

"Told you, you ain't leave, London," he growls just before claiming my lips with his.

It's a different kind of kiss. It's not the sweet and slow kisses he's given me. It's not the long-wet kisses we've shared while lying in his bed at his house. Nor was it the punishing ones he'd given me, like at my apartment when he'd kissed me to shut me up.

No, this one was commanding, demanding, and far more intense than I'd ever experienced before. It's powerful and marks something deep inside me. Sears my soul like a binding spell that links two souls together.

Diablo slips between my legs, and his much bigger body presses into me. There's no missing the thickness in his jeans. He's huge. I'd felt it plenty of times, as it were. But he'd never been in this position before. He'd never pressed into me like this. He never positioned himself so intimately.

Grinding himself against me, it's a good feeling. One that sends shivers along my spine and brings a moan to my lips. A moan that he captures, keeping from fully escaping.

With every thrust of his tongue in my mouth, he moves his body against me. If he weren't kissing me, I'd be begging him to do something. Anything. Find a way to extinguish this fire he's caused within my body.

The way he's making me feel, if he doesn't do something soon, I might just perish from it.

Diablo jerks his head back, ripping his lips away from mine. The both of us breathing heavily from his kiss. But he doesn't move away; instead, he peppers kisses across my cheek and down my neck. His fingers work the buttons of my blouse. I was still in the outfit I'd worn to work.

He makes quick work of getting my top off the best he can. Mostly, he just opens it and unclasps my bra. His lips find my nipple . . .

Holy mother of all things remarkable.

Having his mouth on me, his tongue flickering and teasing one, his fingers playing with the other, it's absolutely amazing. I tighten my thighs around him and moan when he rolls his hips into me.

Sweet, sweet, heaven.

I'm going to die before anything else can happen, and it's going to be death by orgasm.

Crying out his name, I tighten my thighs around him and grind myself against him, going crazy with his mouth at my breasts, his body pressing into where I need him most. I never had an orgasm before, not by anyone else besides my hand and the little toy I'd bought for myself.

Diablo releases my nipple and, without a word, trails kisses down my stomach, his body moving downward. His fingers curl into the band of my slacks and jerks them down. With quick movements, Diablo jerks up, taking my pants and panties with him. The instant they clear my feet, he falls back into place. His body coming over me, lips crashing down on mine.

He kisses me soundly. He kisses me deeply.

Moaning into the kiss, I arch into him, pressing into him, pleading with him with my body, begging for more. Needing so much more.

Suddenly, Diablo jerks away, his eyes coming to mine, his chest rising rapidly. "Was trying to do things differently, Chiquita, give you time . . ."

"Who says I needed time?" I demand breathlessly.

Diablo's eyes flash then darken. Lust filled.

"I didn't want to come to this blasted party because I wanted to go home and have sex with you. I didn't want to come here ‘cause I'd planned to jump you when we got in the doo?—"

Diablo's lips seal over mine, stopping me from finishing my sentence. His tongue dives right in, twining with mine, dominating.

Everything seems to happen at once, yet in slow motion. Diablo jerks back long enough to strip his cut and shirt off. My shirt is torn the rest of the way off along with my bra. His jeans and boots go next, and I don't know how he manages to do so without moving far from me.

Diablo kisses me, his cock rubs against me, and I wish he'd do something other than just rub. I want him inside me. Need him there. I ache for him to be moving inside of me.

Reaching between us, Diablo runs his fingers through the slick wetness. He slides first one finger, then another inside me, stretching me, filling me. The way he moves them, touching just the right spot, it draws whimpers from my lips. Whimpers that Diablo kisses away.

I thought he might slide inside me, but he doesn't. Instead, he kisses his way down and settles between my legs, hands on the inside of my thighs, pushing them wider.

The first swipe of his tongue causes me to jump, and the second I hiss. On the third, fourth, and fifth, I moan. By the sixth, he has me panting. I'm unsure of what else to do with my hands, but I reach down and curl them in the back of his head, wrapping my fingers around his dark black hair. It's the color of a raven's feathers and so thick where he keeps it long.

He licks and flicks his tongue along my entrance, driving me crazy. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips when he clamps down on the tiny bud as he pumps his two fingers inside me. With the addition of his tongue to his fingers, it's marvelous. I never thought that it could be anything like what Diablo is making me feel.

Holy hell.

Soon, he has me arching off the bed, my back bowed I thought it might snap. But I didn't care. I was in the throes of an abyss. Nothing I've read in my books could ever prepare me for what he's doing to me.

Before I realize it, Diablo is moving again, his body coming over mine, his cock inside me, pushing inch by slow inch. Suddenly, he stops and pulls back, eyes locked on mine as he rasps, "After this, Chiquita, there's no going back. No talking about leaving. No saying you ain't mine." He plunges forward, pushing through the barrier of my virginity. A cry leaves my lips, and he groans. "Fuckin' beautiful, London. Mine. All fuckin' mine."

Diablo brings his lips back to mine, and with his mouth devouring mine, he moves inside me. He keeps a slow rhythm at first, building a burn inside me, unlike anything I thought possible.

Time seems to stand still, and he breaks his kiss, eyes locking with mine. When he comes, it's with him inside me. It's a good thing I'm on birth control, otherwise, it might freak me out. It still probably will, but not now. Now, all I want to think about and feel is the experience of my first time with Diablo.