The Husband Beside Me (The Devil Trilogy Book 2) (17 page)

“Don’t you dare pull away from me, not now,” I snapped. “It’s okay to hurt, Daimon. You’re not a machine.”

“I’m going upstairs,” he said quietly.

“Daimon, it doesn’t make you any less of a man if you cry. It’s your mother. Of course it’s going to hurt. Her leaving caused you pain.” But Daimon ignored me as he continued up the stairs. “Can’t you at least trust me and let me in? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Daimon disappeared upstairs in our bedroom. “Why can’t you just let me in?” I shouted out in frustration.

I eventually walked into the bedroom. The lights were off as Daimon lay on the bed. I closed the door leaving Drako outside. Slowly walking around the bed, I undid the small knot that held my silk robe together, which hid my simple white slip. My skin peppered with goose bumps as my nerves got the better of me. Daimon lay with his eyes closed. He had changed into his regular long lounge pants and nothing else. I eased myself slowly down onto the bed.

“Stay the hell away from me,” he breathed.

His voice shook, edged with pain. He raised his arm over his eyes, blocking me from seeing him. I didn’t say anything. All I did was allow my heart to rule me. I let it take over because if not, I didn’t think I would have the courage to do what I knew I wanted to. I felt my stomach flutter as I reached out slowly, but I pulled back afraid of what he’d do.

I stood up, wanting to leave, but I stopped short at the foot of the bed. I looked and before me lay Daimon. Taking a deep breath, I crawled over him. Daimon stirred as he moved his arm over to the side. His eyes widened as I straddled him. His breathing grew deeper as I leaned forward and gently rubbed my pussy along his semi-hard cock. I bit my lip as I lowered myself down onto his bare stomach and licked and kissed his abs. Daimon groaned as he watched me. My pussy clenched as I felt him grow. He rose up from the bed, his hand wrapping around my neck, and kissed me.

His tongue entered my mouth, searing it with his heat. I melted into him as I grabbed onto him from behind and pulled him, kissing him that much harder. I could taste his salty tears. My heart only ached even more as I licked the seam of his mouth. I reached my hand down between us and rose up onto my knees. I pushed back through the elastic waistband and pulled out his length. It was hot and molten to the touch. I rose up a bit higher and slowly eased down.

Daimon pulled away from my kiss and watched me as I took him in. His sky-blue eyes were hungrily eating me up as I sheathed him inside me. My head fell back and I closed my eyes as I clench my pussy around him. He felt absolutely perfect inside me. Daimon’s arms wrapped themselves around me as his hands dug into my hair. I let out a gasp as I rode him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as my slick pussy fucked him. My head fell forward as I opened my eyes and looked down at him. We stared at each other, engrossed in our silent moment as I moved rhythmically up and down his thick shaft. I grabbed onto his shoulders, my nails digging in deep. He growled low in the back of his throat. I smiled wickedly as I reveled in his manly sounds.

Grabbing onto my head, he forced me down, his lips tenderly kissing mine. I continued moving, clenching my pussy. “Fuck,” he said in a tortured voice as he pulled away from me. I moved my hands up to his hair and pulled back as I nipped and bit at his neck. I rubbed my pussy harder onto his groin as I rode him. My clit beckoned to me, but I held back, wanting Daimon to be the one who I cared for now. My mind only thought of him.

Pushing him down onto the bed, I fucked him harder, needing the closeness, the hardness. Daimon’s chest rose as his head fell back. He bared his teeth as he grabbed onto my waist and mimicked my rhythm. Growling loudly, Daimon came, his cry making my overly-sensitive clit finally find its relief. I stayed straddled, softly milking Daimon of his cum.

Catching his breath, Daimon opened his eyes and watched me. I looked down at him, afraid of what would happen next. I honestly didn’t know this Addie. This Addie was Daimon’s and I was scared of her and how she felt for him. I reached down to caress is face, but he slapped my hand aside.

“It’s the first time I got pity sex,” he smirked.

“What?” He may have well punched me right into my heart. “Is that what you think? That it was pity sex?” I rose up, feeling the emptiness inside me the moment Daimon slid out.

“Interesting, maybe I should call on my mother more often since my shitty relationship with her seems to rock your world,” he bit out.

“Think what you want,” I said bitterly. “I honestly don’t believe your mother when she says you’re good inside. To me, you’re nothing but an asshole,” I hissed, angry at myself for even thinking anything other than what Daimon really was.

“All you want is money, nothing else. So why bother fucking me now?” he asked. I ignored him as I made my way to the bathroom, but Daimon threw himself in front of me.

“Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me it’s not about the money! Tell me it’s not because I looked pitiful and dejected! Tell me you just fucked me because you wanted to,” he said fiercely as he pointed to the bed. I looked at him, my insides burning with anger.

“I want to…I wanted to be there for you, to care for you. I’m supposed to be your wife…” I found myself trying to find more reasons. “I… just forget it,” I snapped.

“Admit it, Addie! Just fucking say it,” he demanded.

“Fine! Yes! I wanted you. I want you always. I want you inside me. Your touch, it drives me crazy. But what is the use of it all? You’re nothing but a prick who taunts me. So I told you, now what? I know you, Daimon. You’re going to use it against me, to make what little life I have left, into a living fucking nightmare! So I admitted it. Fine! Are you happy now?” I shouted, tears pouring down my face.

Daimon reached out his hands, but I slapped them aside.

“I hate myself for having even thought of wanting you. Every chance you get, you push that much harder,” I said angrily. “I’m sick of it.”

“This is us. This is who we really are. There’s no bullshit between us. Don’t you see it, Addie? It’s you and me. No one else,” he insisted.

“Yeah, it’s too bad I don’t want this that’s between us,” I said bluntly.

“Yes, you do. You love how much I push you. You need what I do, without me, you couldn’t face your true self,” he said.

“Think what you want. Now, can you move?” I snapped, upset that he might be right.

“Why?”

“Because, Daimon, I feel your cum leaking down my leg and I would like to wash it off,” I bit out.

I pushed past him and locked myself in the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower.
Fuck, fuck and fuck! Well done, Addie, expose yourself to Daimon. Now he has even more ammo on you.
I let the hot water fall down on me as I leaned up against the tiles, contemplating my next move. Daimon was going to use this against me; I just knew it. I could be passive and let it drive him crazy or I could admit it and accept how I felt. The thing was I didn’t know what I really felt. Daimon brought out in me so many emotions at once that I hardly knew how I felt most of the time.

I dried myself off and got dressed again. I headed out to deal with the aftermath of my stupidity, but I when walked out, Daimon wasn’t there. He was in his usual place downstairs near the window playing his violin.

He played so beautifully. His hand masterfully drew his bow across the strings while his fingers pressed down onto the violin. I made my way that much closer, mesmerized by the sound he was playing. It started off slowly but became powerful as he feverishly played. He turned his body and stopped when he saw me. He held onto his violin and bow and waited.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

“It’s fine,” he said as he put down his violin in its case and placed it back in its place by the small library he had by the window. “You think I’m sexier now with my violin, don’t you?” he smirked.

“No, not really,” I lied.

It wasn’t so much sexy as it was just simply beautiful. When Daimon played his violin, it tugged at my soul. The very music he played was never once happy, but rather pained and passionate. Daimon could never really use his words to express how much he hurt, all he could do was play the music and allow the sounds to voice his inner soul. He was just as damaged as me and I never really knew it.

“What are you staring at?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I murmured.

“Liar, you want me. Now, I know,” he teased.

“I knew it,” I said coldly as I walked away from him.

“Addie,” he called out my name and I stopped.

Daimon walked to where I was and towered over me. He brought up his hand to my chin and tilted my head up.

“You’re not the only one. I’ve always and will always want you,” he breathed. I took in his words, lost in his eyes. I wanted to believe him, but with all that was between us, how could I?

“Yeah me and all the other girls you fucked,” I spat out, ruining the moment. I watched as Daimon’s face contorted, angry I dismissed his words.

“What other girls?” he grimaced.

“Well, I don’t know, maybe the one from New Year’s Eve?” Tears threatened to fall, but I held it in, not wanting to give him anymore satisfaction.

“That’s why you were angry and left? You thought I was with someone else?” he questioned.

“Really? The strong perfume, the pink lip gloss on your shirt? Come on, Daimon. I mean, we did agree to have other partners even though we got married.”

“I gave you my word I wouldn’t sleep with anyone.” He acted affronted.

“Sure, Daimon. You’re rich, sexy and basically run New York with your companies. I highly doubt women haven’t thrown themselves at you,” I challenged.

“That night I found Rafe and spent New Year’s with him and his friends. Yes, there were women there, but nothing happened, other than a good night kiss to ring in the New Year,” he stated.

“Sure.” I barely believed him. He grew angrier as he glared at me.

“Addie, I can’t do a fucking thing with another girl.” He took out his penis and grabbed my hand and placed it on it. It was hard and pulsated in my hand as he held me there. “You are the only one I get a hard-on for. The way you look at me, the way you call all my bullshit. Nothing gets by you and nothing gets me harder than watching you get angry and lose it on me. So no, I can’t have sex with another woman, because not one can make me as hard as you can.” Taking control of my hand, he moved it up and down his length.

I could have stopped him, but I didn’t.

“My cock craves the warmth of your pussy. Its hot juices as it runs down to my balls.” He continued to jerk himself off with my hand. I wrapped my fingers around him. The sheer size was more than my one hand could take. Daimon still stared at me. “It’s you I want. Not anyone else,” he gritted out. I pushed down harder, making him groan. “Hmm…like that,” he sighed. I continued to pump his cock, watching his face as I played with him. I licked my lips wanting to taste. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and growled as hot cum spurted out over my little white slip. He gave me a quick peck and smiled lazily.

“Today was me; tomorrow it’s you.” he winked.

“What makes you think there will be a tomorrow?” I retorted.

“Addie, I laid out my cards to you, so give me a break. You want this just as much as I do. Tomorrow.”

Daimon left me downstairs. He avoided everything related to his mother and lost himself in a world that didn’t include her. Maybe I was to blame, but watching him hurt so much brought out my need to comfort him, to take him in my arms and take away all that had hurt him.

“Addie! Get your fine-looking ass down here,” Daimon yelled at the top of his lungs the moment he got back home. “And make sure your ass is dressed. It’s Tuesday and we’re going out!”

It wasn’t enough that I had to get a fucking text from him to be ready but the asshole had to yell for me too.

“I'm not going anywhere,” I shouted from our bedroom couch. Drako had curled himself up nicely on my side as he slept comfortably. The sounds of angry footsteps were now approaching me.

“What? I told you to be ready!” he bit out, but stopped short the moment he saw me in my mini dress. It was ivory with a sleeveless top and flowed down until my waist where it tightened into a sequined mini skirt. It was a bit short, but when I saw it hanging in my closet, I couldn’t help but fall in love with it a little. I stood up and made my way around the couch, smirking to myself at the look on Daimon’s face.

“Nicely played,” he murmured happily from behind me.

“So where pray tell, does master want to take me?” I asked sarcastically.

“Master? I like that.” He smiled devilishly.

“You would,” I said curtly as I left the room.

****

We stopped in front of Per Se, one of the most expensive places in Manhattan. “Why are we here?” I asked, tugging at his coat, looking at the double-sided blue doors.

“Because I'm hungry.” He looked at me incredulously.

“Daimon, why can’t we just go somewhere…more low key?” I asked uneasy about coming to a place like this. Not that the food wasn’t great. I'm sure it was but the city was full of places to go and he always saw fit to take us to the most expensive restaurants the city could offer.