The Husband Beside Me (The Devil Trilogy Book 2) (10 page)

“No, don’t be stupid. I do have security on you. I have to, just in case,” he admitted.

“And what? They told you I was here?” I seethed.

“Addie, just go home,” Daimon said more calmly, but I could see he was about to explode.

“Addie, if you want, we can continue this conversation over lunch,” Darren said, antagonizing Daimon.

“The hell she will. Stay the fuck away from my wife,” Daimon barked.

“Why should I? She’s my friend and I love her,” Darren said calmly.

“You had your chance. It’s not my fault you fucked it up,” Daimon bit back.

“I like how you act like you love her and treat her right, when all you ever did was make everything worse for her. Have you any idea what Addie went through in high school because of you?” Darren lost his self-control.

“Darren, don’t,” I warned.

“No, I won’t! He needs to know,” Darren shouted. “Clara and her gang used to fuck around with her shit all the time, to the point that Addie couldn’t come to school. They even started rumors about her being an escort and her parents using her for the rich to fuck with. Or the douches you used to beat up used to go and try to hit her. Do you have any idea how many times I beat the shit out of them for her? All you did—and still do Daimon—is cause havoc everywhere you go. You never and
will never
give a shit about anyone else but yourself,” Darren finally said all that had happened to me in high school. I sounded pathetic and weak, a feeling I hated.

“That never happened. I made sure they knew she was mine!” he refuted.

“Yeah, the more you did that, the more they fucked around with her, making her pay for you. Addie protected you and all you did was bully her,” Darren accused.

Daimon stood in shock. “Is this true?” Daimon turned to me, his sky-blue eyes begging me to answer him.

I nodded softly.

“FUCK!” he yelled. “Why did you never say anything to me? I told you no one was to touch you,” he berated me.

“If I did…” I voiced meekly, “if I did, they would only make it worse.”

Daimon stood a few feet away from me, but for the first time in all the years I had known him, I felt like he was distant and inaccessible.

“Go outside and get in the car,” he said so calmly that it frightened me to my core. I stood frozen, afraid of what would happen next. “Addie, please go outside and get in the fucking car,” he said to me again.

“Addie, before you go, thanks for coming,” Darren said to me.

“Okay,” I said quietly as I left.

I saw Daimon’s town car and his driver Charlie who was waiting outside. He opened the car door the moment he saw me. I slid inside worried at what Daimon was doing in the bar. A few moments later, he came out and stepped inside. We sat in the car at a loss at what to do. I didn’t know what to say to him so I remained silent. I never wanted Daimon to know. I had no idea why, but I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t want to seem weak; maybe I didn’t want to see him do something on my behalf. I wasn’t sure, but I was afraid back then. Afraid of what would happen.

Once we made it back to the penthouse, I was prepared for Daimon to lash out, but he didn’t. He went up the stairs and to the bedroom. Drako danced around at my feet, following me up the stairs. Each step I took, the more dreadful I felt. I finally made it to the bedroom to find Daimon changing. He said nothing as he moved around the room. I sat down on the bed, still waiting.

“Why did you never tell me?” Daimon reemerged for the closet dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

“I don’t know,” I said quietly.

“I could have protected you,” he said, his tone serious.

“Daimon, they wanted to get back at you and I was that way,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Did they really hit you?” he asked, coming closer to me.

“No, not really. Like Darren said, he was always there. Clara on the other hand, she was different. Darren couldn’t be there in the girls’ locker room,” I smiled faintly, trying not to remember the vicious moments of my life.

“I did nothing for you then. I caused you all that pain in high school. I’m so fucking pissed at you right now,” he said grimly.

“Me? Why?” I asked.

“First, you go over to Darren’s dressed like that. Second, I find out that my girl was bullied by others and never told me,” he seethed.

“You are insane!” I shouted, all the pent up anger I had spewed forward.

“How could you not tell me? For fuck’s sake, Addie, I ran the fucking school. I could have done anything I wanted and no one would’ve care,” he shouted.

“You ran the school? You could have done whatever you wanted?”

“You should have told me,” he cried out.

“Fuck you, Daimon. Fuck you!” I took abuse from not one spoilt kid, but many because of him.

“FUCK ME? FUCK ME?” he roared, his eyes nearly bugging out as he leaned toward me, beating his chest.

“YEAH, FUCK YOU!” I shouted back.

Daimon took two menacing steps forward and grabbed onto my face and forced a kiss on me. I tried to fight back, hitting him on the chest, but he was stronger than me. I felt the wall as I hit it hard with my back. His kiss was firm as he seized my mouth. His soft lips were rigid and demanding. He wanted me. I tried to push him off again, but my body grew weak with my need for him. My lips relaxed as my mouth opened to let him in. His tongue claimed ownership, as he began licking the seam of my lips. He pulled away just for a mere moment and then assaulted me again with his hot kisses. His hands moved down my body, touching me everywhere. He finally reached the end of my skirt and hiked it high over my thighs. I was left completely open to him as his hands caressed up and down my body. Finally, he grabbed onto my breasts and kneaded them roughly almost to the point of pain. God, I loved the pain.

I grabbed onto the nape of his neck and pulled him in, wanting more. He bit the lower part of my lip, making me whimper. I could faintly hear the sound of his zipper as he undid his jeans. He slid his leg between mine and pushed me up. My wet pussy lay on his thigh. I moved, seeking my sweet orgasm. Daimon growled as he reached for my button-down shirt and ripped at it, exposing my bra, the very bra he had bought me. He looked down and licked his lips. He then grabbed me from underneath my arms and pushed me up. He leaned in and devoured my breasts with his hot mouth. I grabbed at his hair, wanting more. He growled loudly as he put me down. Putting his finger inside my panties he pushed them to one side, causing another groan of need to escape my parted lips. His hard length nudged at my entrance, sipping on my essence. He then surged forward. I bucked up feeling how big he was and how tight I was around him. He groaned as his pelvis finally hit my mound. My pussy instantly became wetter, feeling Daimon’s possessiveness.

“Fuck me?” he challenged, his voice controlled as he pumped inside. “No, you, Addie, you are going to fucking fuck me. You’re going to fuck me hard,” he barked as he hammered away at me. I clasped my hands around his neck as he rocked into me.

“You dress like that only for me,” he said in a tortured voice. “Only for my eyes.”

He pounded harder as though trying to make me understand his ownership of me. I moved my hips seeking my release. I felt utterly ravished as he feverishly fucked me. I could feel his cock swell. He was close. I hungrily sought out more. I needed more.

“My Addie,” he bit out, and with those two words, my orgasm came barreling down. My body shook to its very core. Daimon kept pushing forward as he came inside me. With one last thrust, he cried out.

Standing against the wall breathless, Daimon slowly released me, as I found my footing, trying to regain my breathing. I could feel his hot cum slowly slide down my leg.

“What just happened?” I asked, more to myself than Daimon.

“Addie,” Daimon said as he sought out my face.

“No,” I said, feeling more of his warm cum seeping out of me. I moved away from him to get to the bathroom, but he seized my hand and pulled me back. He then placed his hands on either side of my face and made me look at him.

“I’m a greedy man, Addie. Once I have what I want, I want more of it and you are what I want. My need for you is a lot greater than you know.” His deep voice reverberated inside me as I stood, thoroughly fucked by Daimon. I tried to move my face but he held on.

“Haven’t you realized it yet? You don’t hesitate anymore. You want my touch. You want this, so why can’t you just let it happen?” he bit out.

“Because I hate you,” I snapped. “I hate how much you pull me into your world. I hate how much I seek it out!” I cried out.

“Is it that bad? Being pulled in by me? Why can’t you just let it happen? Why do you need to fight what’s between us?” he asked roughly.

“Because I can’t!” I fired back.

“Why?” he demanded.

“Because I’m scared. I’m scared of you, of me, of us,” I shouted.

Daimon finally released me from his hold. I pulled down my skirt and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door, wanting to sever what was happening between us.

Once I took my shower and washed off all of Daimon, I reemerged into the bedroom. Daimon was nowhere to be found, but I could hear his violin as he played. It was like the night before, broken and melancholy. I opened the door to the bedroom and slid down the wall. I sat on the floor, taking in all that was Daimon.

“If you say sorry now, I’ll forgive you,” Daimon said at breakfast.

“What? Why would I ask for forgiveness?” I asked, confused.

“Just fucking do it and don't ask why,” he demanded.

“No!”

“You promised you wouldn’t see Darren and you went, and by the way, you dressed up for him too. If that was your way of letting him down, you didn’t,” he said angrily. “So just apologize and I will forget the whole thing.”

We woke up the next morning, acting as if the previous night hadn’t happened.

“I didn’t promise. Actually, I told you I was going, so I don’t get why I have to say sorry.” I put my fork down.

Daimon had now hired an older lady to cook for us and clean. I didn’t know until I came down the stairs and saw her there in the kitchen.

“By the way, next time you invite someone here, can you inform me?” I hissed.

“I hired her to cook and clean, since you do nothing,” he barked.

“It’s been six days. I’m still on the honeymoon stage,” I jabbed back. He wanted me to cook, no problem. “Don’t worry, Daimon, when you come home tonight, I’ll make sure you have a nice home-cooked meal,” I smirked.

“Ana! Make sure she doesn’t try to kill me by putting poison in my food,” he yelled out to our Spanish lady.

“You would be so lucky, but no, Daimon, I want you here with me so I can torture your ass,” I threatened with a smile.

“I know you want me. It’s only a matter of time,” he said as he stood up and winked at me. Son of a bitch, I walked into that one.

***

A month had gone by since that night. It was late in December, close to Christmas. I was sitting on the floor at my father’s heavily decorated house, watching yet another of his spaghetti westerns,
The Great Silence
. God, he loved them so much. He’d watched them continuously when he got home from going out and reconnecting with his old friends.

My dad didn’t take it well when Daimon told him he’d paid off the house for me. It was on one of the family nights he was contractually forced to do with me. I knew Daimon thought he was helping me, but he honestly wasn’t. My father grew irate and started to speak in Greek, telling me he wasn’t a charity case. He even told me he didn’t want to see Daimon for a while, which Daimon was all too happy to comply.

“So technically it’s not my fault I don’t have to go to your stupid family nights.” He laughed, thinking he got one up on me. Little did he know I was waiting to get him back. It was only a matter of time.

“Dad, seriously, why do you love this one so much?” I asked, holding onto my knees as I rocked back and forth. The multi-colored lights blinked annoyingly in the front window, distracting me from the movie. “Because it’s winter and with Christmas around the corner I wanted to watch it,” he said as he continued to watch the movie.

My phone vibrated as I was watching the love scene; my father always squirmed in his seat whenever there was a sex scene. It made him uncomfortable when I was there with him. I giggled a little as I picked up my phone.

Daimon:It’s almost 6pm u better get ur ass home

Stupid Daimon. He knew I was here and I wasn’t about to leave my dad until the movie ended.

Me:Watching a movie with my dad, will leave when it ends

My father coughed as the girl mounted the main character. I stifled my laughter when she stripped naked.

“Don’t you think you should go home now? You’ve been with me since the morning,” my dad said, obviously uncomfortable.

“All right, Dad, I’ll leave. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said as I stood up and went to put my boots on.

“Okay, Addie,” he said over his shoulder. Once I was dressed, I headed back inside and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Bye, Dad.” I headed out not really looking forward to going home.