The Husband Beside Me (The Devil Trilogy Book 2) (26 page)

“Addie,” he tried to say something else but stopped when my hand finally touch his dick. The skin felt soft and smooth as I pulled it out. It was perfect, large and thick and curved to one side. I licked my lips as I stared at it. “Fuck, Addie, don’t look at my dick like that. I'm going to explode just seeing you,” Daimon grunted.

I grabbed onto the base and opened my mouth slightly as I slowly eased down his cock. Daimon groaned the instant my mouth touched him. My tongue slid up his shaft and along the seam until I reached the tip. I moved slowly. Daimon tasted bittersweet as the weight of his length rested heavily in my mouth. I whirled my tongue around his head, loving the spike in arousal building inside me being on my knees in front of him. I grew hungrier as I sucked on him. Daimon’s one hand rested on my head and slowly moved down to my face as he outlined my jaw, watching me as I devoured his cock. The look on his face was one of desire and adoration, further making me melt with obsession for him. His length grew hotter, scorching my mouth as I dove deeper taking him in as far as I could. “God…Addie,” he gritted through his teeth, grabbing onto my neck and holding me there.

“NO!” he spat out and pulled himself out of my mouth. His breathing was labored as he looked down at me.

He finally pressed the red button, making the elevator move again. He stood back gazing at me on my knees. I could hear a faint rumble from inside his chest. We stood frozen until the elevator doors opened. Daimon, with one swift movement, picked me up and pulled me to him, lifting me up as he carried me to the couch. We both flew onto the couch nearly toppling it over as we feverishly kissed and clawed at each other, ripping our shirts off.

“Fuck,” Daimon kept murmuring as he could barely control himself. I unbuttoned my jeans pushing them down my legs kicking them off. Daimon looked down and stopped. “Commando,” he growled with a smile. “I like.” I pushed him down, making him sit as I straddled him. “Hmmm…my Addie likes control. I like it even more,” he said under his breath. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and placed my pussy just above it. Daimon’s hands wrapped themselves around my waist and held on tightly as I lowered myself onto him. His head fell back on the couch. I closed my eyes feeling him inside me. I clenched around him once, earning me a small groan. Placing my hands onto his shoulders, I rode him roughly.

I wanted to thoroughly fuck him until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Daimon leaned his head forward and watched me as I bounced up and down on him, like I was a woman possessed. My pussy swelled and my clit ached but I delayed it, knowing Daimon needed more. I pushed harder and faster rocking my hips back and forth while Daimon latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple until I felt a slight sting. I sucked in my breath reveling in the pain. I plunged one more time and could not hold back any longer. My orgasm surged forward out of my control. I withered and shook as I came all over his shaft.

Daimon’s hands slid up my back and into my hair, pushing me down to kiss his soft and needy lips. He continued rocking slowly, working me up again. It felt heady and arousing as he moved leisurely. His tongue moved at the same pace, only escalating my need to orgasm again. “My Addie,” Daimon breathed as he picked up his pace and moved faster. My thoroughly worked pussy was consumed with the desire to come again. “That’s it, Addie, lose control.” I faintly heard Daimon say as I let my feelings take over. “Fuck.” Was all I heard as Daimon came hard. His cock pulsated inside me. I let out a low moan as I felt the wave ride through me. Daimon took my head again and kissed me, our bodies still leisurely moving, coming down from our high. Daimon slid out of me and I broke from our kiss.

“I thought I said no blow jobs from you,” Daimon smirked.

“Fine, I won’t do it anymore,” I shrugged, sarcastically.

“Ah, I don't think so, Addie. I see now you have been holding out on me. BJs are now a must in this family.” He said as he laughed. I stopped laughing the moment I heard the word family. I looked down at him and held my breath. “What? What is it?” he asked, his face confused.

“Family?” I asked quietly.

“Addie.” He pushed my hair back and smiled. “My Addie. You are my only family.” I lowered myself down and melted into his arms. I placed my ear on his chest and heard his heart beating wildly. His arms wrapped around me tightly and we both held each other.

“I can’t believe you,” I shouted at Daimon through the phone, but all he did was laugh.

He had a package delivered for me. It was all in matte black with a small pink bow with a card addressed, Addie. I couldn’t contain my excitement. I’d never received any real gifts from anyone since Frank, and well, Frank’s gifts weren’t like Daimon’s.

Ana stood behind me as I opened it and pulled out the contents. It was a bright green skimpy bikini, with two little triangles that had frilly hems for the top and an even tinier bikini bottom that would barely covered anyone’s butt.

“I think that’s called a Brazilian bikini,” Ana said skeptically, as I held it up, examining it.

I pushed around the tissues and found yet another box, which I opened. To my utter embarrassment, there in the box was a very expensive looking vibrator. Ana stood stunned, while heat flooded my cheeks. I picked up my phone and dialed Lucifer’s number.

“Hello, sexy.” He voice was sultry, almost like honey to my ears.

“I can’t believe you,” I groaned.

“I'm assuming you got your gift.” He laughed through the phone.

“What in the world is wrong with you?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“What’s wrong with you? I know you like what I got you,” he huffed.

“A little warning would have been nice,” I said. The thought of Ana seeing the ginormous vibrator bringing heat to my cheeks once more.

“Why...don’t tell me?” He couldn’t continue because he was laughing so much. “You didn’t by chance open it in front of anyone?”

“Screw you,” I snapped.

“I can’t take it anymore. I'm so happy you got accepted in NYU. You seriously need an education,” he mocked.

“Honestly, Daimon, I will slap you so hard when I see you,” I warned.

“Did you look under the box with the vibrator?” he asked.

“No!” I shouted through the phone.

“Look under the fucking box, Addie,” he ordered.

I looked around and didn’t see Ana as I moved the box over and saw a small folder. I reached inside, almost afraid to touch it.

“Did you find it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Well?”

I opened it up and inside were two tickets to Bora Bora. “What is this?” I murmured.

“It’s our honeymoon, plus my gift to you for being accepted in NYU,” he said quietly. I could visualize his classic Daimon grin as he spoke to me.

“Daimon, I don't know what to say,” I uttered nervously. I was at loss for words.

“Say I’m the best and I have the best cock,” he joked.

“You’re okay.” I laughed softly.

“What the fuck? Just okay?”
he hissed.

“Yeah, just okay.” I smiled and hung up.

“Oh, my God! Mrs. Evans, you’re going on your honeymoon! Are you not excited?” Ana squealed, surprising me. “Mr. Evans is really very nice.”

“He’s more than nice. He’s perfect,” I murmured, thumbing the tickets as I looked down at them.

“What did you say, Mrs. Evans?”

“Nothing, I said nothing.”

****

“Come on, Addie!” Daimon cried out from outside the car. I sat still as Ted held the door open. I was nervous, more like scared. I’d never gone anywhere outside of the country and Daimon was taking me on his private jet to French Polynesia, clear across the other side of the world. Once I found out we were going, I couldn’t help but do as much research as I could. I could never say it was a dream, because I’d never dreamed that big, ever. Not since I was a teenager.

“Addie, get your ass on the fucking plane,” he shouted again from the airplane stairs. It was past ten o’clock at night and the lights of the tarmac kept flashing. The plane’s lights were on as everyone waited patiently for me.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Evans?” Ted asked, looking down at me.

“Yes,” I murmured nervously, finally exiting the car. Daimon came down the air stairs and met me outside the car.

“First, you don’t have a passport,” he said, taking my hand into his, leading me toward his jet. “Then, you freak out that I'm taking you out of the country, and now what? Are you seriously trying to tell me you’re scared of the plane?” He pulled me up the stairs to a waiting man wearing a grey steward suit.

“Hello, Mrs. Evans. I’m Mitch, your flight attendant. I’ll be seeing to your comfort until we get to our final destination.” He half-smiled. Why did I suddenly get the impression this man didn’t like me? Mitch stood tall with his dirty blond hair styled back. His face was clean, smooth and his eyes were a light grey.

“Thank you,” I nodded as Daimon jerked me inside the plane.

“Sit here.” Daimon pointed at a seat in the front of the plane. The private jet was much larger than I thought. The interior was all black and clean cut, exactly to Daimon’s taste. “Push the button on the side if you want to lie down after we take off.” Daimon sat next to me and swirled his chair to see me.

“It’s pretty big for a private jet.” I smiled as I looked around nervously, fidgeting in my seat.

“It’s a medium-size jet, good for long travels,” he said with a shrug. Dark wood accents and highly polished black metal were everywhere. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I think it’s…you.” The amount of sheer lavishness was exactly Daimon.

“If you would please buckle your safety belt,” Mitch said as he walked toward us. “The plane will be taking off shortly.”

“T-taking o-off?” I stuttered.

“For God’s sake, Addie, it’s going to be fine,” Daimon said, trying to calm me.

“Daimon, I’m…just really…” I panted, trying to breathe.

“Nervous?” he finished, shaking his head. “It’s nothing, Addie.”

“To you. This is the first time I’ve flown anywhere,” I bit my lower lip as my leg shook.

“Mitch!” Daimon called out.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” Mitch sang as he smiled at him brightly.

“My Addie needs a drink. Get her a whisky neat and double it,” he instructed, looking at me. Mitch pulled back the curtains from the front of the plane and came to us with two lowball glasses on a silver tray.

“Here you are, Mr. Evans.” He handed Daimon his drink. “A whisky double with lots of ice,” he said happily.

I watched Mitch carefully. So he knew how Daimon liked his drink. He ought to since he worked for him, I thought to myself, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease around him.

“Here you are,” he said, with a very different demeanor as he handed me my glass.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. I took a large sip, loving the sweet and caramel flavor of my drink.

“It’s the same one I had at the speakeasy you took me to.” I looked at Daimon surprised.

“You said you liked it,” Daimon said as he turned his chair and put his drink down. I smiled to myself, happy he remembered.

“Thank God, for alcohol.” I sighed and let my head fall back onto the leather chair.

Take off was an experience. Being pulled back into one’s chair and then experiencing a moment of weightlessness was different.

“Why are you smiling to yourself again?” Daimon asked, once the plane leveled off.

“I was thinking that on this trip, I’d be experiencing a lot of things I never have before.”

Daimon smiled wickedly as he watched me intently. “I should surprise you more often. Especially if it’s going to get me the kind of reaction you gave me last night,” Daimon said alluringly as we sat across each other. I rolled my eyes at him, trying to hide my embarrassment as I remembered how I ‘serviced him’ the moment he stepped into the penthouse.

“It was a once in a lifetime occurrence. It’s not going to happen again,” I said, blushing as I remembered him having to brace himself on the wall as I blew him.

“So my Addie likes being in charge,” he stated happily.

“Not always,” I uttered under my breath. The whiskey must have kicked in, as my skin grew hot under the intense gaze Daimon was giving me.

“What did you say?” he murmured.

“I didn’t say anything,” I said, turning away from him. Me and my stupid mouth.

“Addie, tell me what you said,” Daimon ordered. I glanced back at Daimon, his stunning blue eyes commanding me to obey.

“I like when you control me,” I muttered, hypnotized by him.

“That’s good to know,” he said, unbuckling his seat belt and leisurely standing up. “Mitch, get to the front of the plane, now.”

I looked up at Daimon as he towered over me. He smiled his devilish smile and hooked his finger underneath my chin. His thumb began swiping my lower lip, parting it slightly as he gently slid it inside my mouth.

“Suck,” he said low and hard. I hesitated as I darted my tongue out and slowly sucked on his thumb. All the while, I looked up at his darkening eyes. He slowly unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. He stepped closer, his smile leaving as he nudged his penis to my lips, his thumb still dancing around in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, urging him to enter my mouth. Daimon drifted his other hand to the back of my neck.