Diablo's desire

Chapter six(18+)

Anjola(A week later)

  The devil kept good on his promise. I never imagined myself doing this and especially not with Diablo.

"I, Anjola, take thee ..."my bottom lip got caught up between my teeth yet again each time I said the words.

I risked a sideways peek at my bridegroom, The very man who had trapped me. He had said his vows and he didn't even spare a glance in my direction. I faced the congregation of total strangers except for my Dad who I had begged Diablo to allow to the wedding. It was the only favor he had allowed me in return for signing some contract. I stared at the priest who was to bind me with a monster. He of all people shouldn't be the sort of person who would take the sacred vow so lightly but one's conscience can be bought easily.

I started over again, hoping this time would poke through my mental barrier.

"I, Anjola, take thee . .." but once again my voice trailed off.

"Anjy," My husband to be spat out, and I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was clenching his teeth.

The bastard was so eager to legally bind me to him. I looked at my father one last time before deciding I had no choice. There was no saving me. I gulped for air as I finished the words.

"...Take the Diablo to be my lawful wedded husband..."

When I was done with the words forced into my mouth, I slid the gold ring into his finger. My bridegroom took his turn with unbridled pleasure. His large hand lifted my own much smaller one, and I felt his overbearing strength as he shoved a plain gold band on my finger. Something of beauty could actually be the master instrument if destruction. It didn't matter the size, Cuffs always got the job done.

"With this ring, I Wed thee," he said in a stern, uncompromising voice, yet still managing to keep that winning smile plastered on his handsome face.

The next thing that followed was the priest binding us with whatever unholy powers the congregation had granted him. Then the crowd congratulated us with a standing ovation. Little did they know this little pig was being prepared for the slaughterhouse.  With the ceremony concluded,  Diablo dragged me with him to meet some of his guests. The first trio happened to be his friends from the force; Max, Theo, and Samuel. He told a bit about their history together long before I even got to meet them in person.

"You two look good together." Max, the tallest amongst the trio noted giving me a dashing smile.

I waited for them to introduce themselves, have a light conversation with me before Diablo took over and I managed to slip away unnoticed. I ran for my dad, hugging him right the moment our body touched and crying away my pain.

"It's alright."He cooed but I knew it wasn't. This might be the last time I could get to meet him before I was whisked away to be Diablo's locked away bride for the rest of my existence.

He looked good though. I had imagined him being shattered the moment I had left and I was sure if we ever met again, He would be shabby and unrecognizable but here he was glowing like melted chocolate In the sun. I hated you admit it, He looked better with me gone. It made me ask questions.

"Did you bring it?" I queried, breaking our hug.

He looked around cautiously before replying, "Yes."

I led him outside to get it. Diablo could be watching but it was a risk I had to take. Father handed me the pills once we were far from Diablo's eagle eye. I quickly tucked it in my bra and thanked him.

"Remember to take it immediately after sex..."

"I know," I interjected sharply. No one could mention the word s*x without me imagining Diablo's body against mine. Just the thought of it unlocked the wrong biological feelings.

"I just hope you're not the one spilling to Diablo my favorite things."

"What? Of course not." Suddenly, My father stopped speaking and stared into the distance.

I followed his gaze and it led me directly y the watchful eyes of Diablo.

"Anjy, You should go before he begins to suspect foul play." My dad instructed and I nodded in agreement.

I hugged him one last time before saying goodbyes for realsies. I repressed a sigh as I walked back to Diablo. Our car was ready and I could only guess what was on my devoted husband's mind; The night,  a night of untamed passion as he called it but there was no way Diablo was getting what he wanted. Number six on the contract clearly stated an heir and that was not happening. Diablo might have me trapped on paper but I was a wild card, There were loopholes to follow... There is always a loophole.

***

By the time we returned to the mansion, The evening sun had set and I could tell the night was fast approaching. Diablo gave me the opportunity to shower and I have some time alone to prepare my next move. Plan A was to let Diablo have his way with me while I continued to take contraceptives but no, Thinking of his body on mine alone was enough to get the jitters and the water wasn't even cold. I had to try a plan B. I knew the moment I walked out of the bathroom to meet Diablo in nothing but wet black briefs that my plans had hit rock bottom. He came prepared and he wouldn't go down without a battle. I held on to good faith and walked up to him. He had this expression, a smile at each corner of his mouth the moment I faced him.

"Diablo, I want to say something."

"Of course. What is it?"

"If we are going to continue to keep this facade, I was hoping I should drop my rules which... I'd like you to follow."

He got up and approached me, amused. I was urged to look down and I swallowed seeing his huge and ready bulge. Lord This could not be happening. With each step he took,  I took a step backward and we didn't stop until I hit the wall and he successfully trapped me in his arms.

Act normal, Act sane! I chanted to myself even when his touch was sending this tingling down my spine. f*****g biological reaction! I hated his touch but a part of me enjoyed it. When he was sure he had me like a prey, He spoke;

"I find it funny that you think I'd go through all this for some facade."

Anxiety fuelled in and I retorted in anger,

"You don't love me and I don't either! This is only some sick FU revenge gone too far!"

"You've always hated me Anjy but denying I have no love for you is cold-hearted b***h stuff," He said with amusement. "So what is your compromise?"

"Just three. First, No sex..." He snickered the moment I mentioned this but I ignored his snarkiness and continued, "Second is, you stop calling me Anjy and the third is, You give me the freedom to get a job."

His reply startled me,

"And why would I do that? Your opinion of me is so shallow I'm sure there is nothing for me to lose." He snarled like a hungry beast and force me closer. The hauling caused my flimsy dressing which was nothing but a towel to slip off my skin and leave me vulnerable.

"So Angy, How about I break your first rule to prove my point?"

Before I could protest, His head swooped down suddenly and his sensuous mouth captured mine with a driving passion that owed more to an urge to dominate than to desire. I tried to turn my head away from his assault, but with a speed that overwhelmed mine, one hand slid up my back and grasped the thick swathe of hair at my nape, making me immobile as he continued his assault. Tension rose as his tongue wandered the interior of my mouth, staining me. This was what I had tried to banish from my mind all day…It was my deepest darkest fear… The total seduction of common sense when biology took control but I'd been tempted and the heat was something a lady shouldn't play with. My treacherous body swayed in and granted him unhinged access to my body. As if sensing my surrender, he gentled his tongue teasing and licking with an

expertise that sent my heart already racing pulse into overdrive.

"f**k!" he husked against my mouth, dipping his head to lave and then briefly nip the peak of first one breast and then the other before returning to take my mouth once more. I was completely useless to stop this. I wasn't even sure If I wanted it to stop. Desire and disgust fought inside me but the former was winning. I felt the hard, rigid length of his arousal pressed against my inner thighs and I wondered what would happen next if I didn't fight this.

"Stop," I begged, still immobile.

"Not yet," His mouth curved in a purely predatory smile. "I want you to remember this for the rest of your life, " He growled.

  His head descended, his slippery tongue slid between my legs, sending shock waves crashing through me. In the moment, He lifted me high and headed for the bed, pinning me to the mattress. I couldn't believe I wanted him to get rid of his brief while I waited, I couldn't believe I let out a moan when he slid into me... No! drove it into me with a powerful thrust that brought a shuddering groan of sheer ecstasy from my throat. I was lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this but with common sense out of the window, This felt...good.

"Diablo!" I cried out his name as the pulsing strength of him stretched and filled me up. He then slowly drove into me again and again, taking me in a fierce rhythm that I met and matched, it was unbelievable... I was meeting his every thrust until seconds later our body convulsed in a shattering c****x.

I took a breath. If this was s*x with someone you despised, What would it be like with someone you loved?