The Morning After

EMMA

I wake up to an empty bed. Diablo must have already left. I stretch, feeling my entire body ache.

I smile and let myself relish in the memories of last night’s activities, which had lasted well into the morning.

When I turn to check my phone, I gasp when I see that it’s already eleven a.m. Thankfully, everything is already set for the farewell party tonight.

I jump out of bed, dash into the shower, and quickly dress in black skinny jeans, a yellow tank top, and black high heels. I apply minimal makeup and towel dry my hair. It will just have to do.

I grab my stuff and head to the kitchen. Standing there with his back to me is Diablo. I’m not sure whether I should turn around and run or just act nonchalant about everything.

This is all so new to me. He must have sensed my presence because he turns to me and smiles, stopping me in my tracks. He has the most beautiful smile on his face, his green eyes sparkling with desire.

He’s wearing black jeans with a white shirt and is drinking a cup of coffee. He looks absolutely stunning. My insides twist, and the sudden sensation between my legs has me clenching my thighs closed.

He looks absolutely irresistible. I’m wondering how it’s possible to want him again after the number of times he made me climax last night. I had lost count.

It was the most mind-blowing night of my life, and I actually never want it to end. I stand frozen at the doorway, staring at him. My legs refuse to move.

I’m shocked that I want him again so soon. He has turned me into a sex addict.

The thought of the way he moves his hands all over my body, his touch, lips, the sensation he creates with every stroke has me wet already and he isn’t even touching me now, just looking at me, smiling.

I can just imagine what would happen if he touched me right now. I would probably combust. I need to break this spell.

“Morning, baby love. Sleep well?”

All I can do is nod yes. I walk to where he is standing, take the coffee cup from his hands, place it on the counter, and stand on my tiptoes, pulling his head down to mine.

He eagerly bends his head and brings his lips to mine. The kiss starts slowly, our mouths barely touching, just exploring each other.

The intensity changes so quickly it leaves me breathless.

He crushes his lips to mine, his tongue pressing at my lips. I eagerly grant his tongue access to my mouth. I break away slightly and moan into his mouth.

“Oh my fuck, D, what are you doing to me? I want more!” I sound so desperate to my own ears, I don’t want to imagine what he must be thinking of me right now. Strictly speaking, this is all still new to me.

He pulls away slightly, smiles, and starts unbuttoning my jeans, slowly removing them along with my panties.

He removes his jeans and his erection springs free against my stomach. He picks me up. Instinctively, I put my legs around him. He slams his hard cock into me.

I scream out in pure ecstasy.

“Holy fuck, baby, you are so tight,” he mumbles before claiming my lips again. His urgency pungent against mine, devouring every bit of my mouth.

He is more forceful than last night, but I am so turned on by this new side of him I almost climax. I love the way he can switch from being soft and tender with me to full-blown rough.

He moves us to the couch, all the while slamming in and out of me. My climax is building with each thrust, and I know I will come quickly if he keeps this up.

He stops at the couch. Pulling out of me, he puts me down, roughly turns me around, bends me over the couch, and slams into me again.

I scream his name instinctively as my orgasm overtakes my body. My legs feel weak, and I can barely stand, but Diablo is not even close to his own release nor done with me.

He grabs my hair harshly, pulling my head back, while his other hand grabs my throat and squeezes slightly. All the while, he pumps his cock in and out of my wet pussy.

I can feel another orgasm building. I swear I can see stars. I love his roughness.

“Come with me, D!”

“Tell me when you are ready, baby.”

“Now, Diablo! Now!”

We both come together. Afterward, we stay bent over the couch, trying to get our breathing under control.

~Fucking hell, that is great. Who knew I would like it rough?~

“Now that is a good morning, baby love. I won’t mind getting up every morning to this.”

I blush at his words. ~What the actual fuck.~ I thought I would be over my blushing streak by now with everything we have done, but no, my stupid innocence still makes me blush.

“I agree, kind sir,” is all I can muster while getting dressed again. I pour myself a cup of coffee and turn to Diablo, who is already dressed.

“So, baby love, what do you have planned for the rest of the day before your party tonight?”

“I am thinking of having my hair and nails done,” I say, waiting for his approval. Diablo picks up his wallet, takes out a black card, and hands it to me.

I hesitantly accept it and see that my name is printed on the card and not his.

“I linked the card to my personal account. You are mine now, and I don’t want you to ever feel that you cannot buy anything you want. Use it to your heart’s content.”

My first instinct is to hand the card back to him. I have never asked for money from anyone, and I do not want to start now. The look Diablo gives me stops me in my tracks.

“If you intend to give me the card back, I will make sure you do not sit down for a week.”

I am tempted to still give it back to see what he will do, but I just place it in my purse. I don’t want to test his limits just yet. All of this is still too new for me.

Diablo comes behind me, circling his hands around my waist. He slowly starts kissing my neck. My pussy is already dripping wet again.

“Baby love, remember I told you that I will grant you your conditions but that you will have to accept my demands in return?”

I nod.

“You’re mine now, Emma. I made that clear last night and again this morning. You belong to me, and only me—forever. I won’t ever let you go.

“I’ll take out anyone who dares to look at you. And if anyone else touches you, they won’t live to see another day. You’ll follow my every command. You’re mine and mine alone.”

His words are laced with a venom that sends a shiver down my spine. I know he’s dangerous, but I can’t believe he’d kill someone just for looking at me.

He must have caught the disbelief in my eyes because he repeats his threat, emphasizing that he would indeed kill ~anyone~ who dares to look at or touch me.

My gasp echoes in the silence of the penthouse. He spins me around so forcefully that my head sways from side to side.

“Look at me, Emma.”

~Oh shit. He only uses my full name when he’s really angry.~

“I won’t say it again. You’re mine. The sooner you accept that, the better. Don’t ever challenge me on this. If you even think about leaving me, I’ll kill you too. Do you understand?”

I nod. What else can I do? He’s a force to be reckoned with, and his threats aren’t empty. The reality of my new life with Diablo sinks in.

I belong to him. There’s no turning back.

I need to make the most of my training, learn as much as I can.

They can teach me how to protect myself physically, but what about my heart? I’m already falling for this enigmatic man.

“Do you understand now, Emma?”

I look up at him, reach up to pull his head down to mine, and kiss him fiercely. I press my hips against his, feeling his arousal.

He growls and deepens the kiss. He knows he has me. I’m his, forever.

He carries me to his bedroom, our clothes discarded in our haste. We’re desperate for each other.

~God, I want him.~

He says I’m his, so he must be mine.

Our lovemaking is passionate, intense, and quick. He’s barely inside me before my body clenches around him, pushing him over the edge.

“Damn, baby, you’re going to kill me if you keep this up.”

I giggle, but I can’t shake the doubt that Diablo will truly be only mine.

“D, you said I’m yours and only yours. Does that mean you’re mine and only mine? That’s what we agreed on, right?”

His mood shifts instantly. He’s angry again.

“I’m trying, Emma. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“I’ve never been in an exclusive relationship. I promised you I’d be yours just like you’re mine, but with you gone for nine weeks, it’s going to be tough, especially after last night.”

“I hope I can stay faithful to you, but whether I do or don’t, you’re mine and I won’t let you go.”

“So, you’re saying that if ~you~ mess around during the nine weeks, I’m just supposed to come back to you as if nothing happened, but ~I~ have to stay faithful?”

“Yes,” he replies gruffly.

“Well, fuck me. Are you kidding me, Diablo? If you let anyone else touch you, I won’t be responsible for what I do.”

“You’re mine and I’m yours. Do you understand?”

“Emma, I’m warning you. Don’t talk to me like that. This is your only warning. I’ll do what I want. I won’t be told what I can or can’t do.”

“Your attitude makes me want to mess around, so stop pushing my buttons and go get your hair and nails done before I lose my temper.”

I gather my clothes and head to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I get dressed and leave without another word to Diablo.

Our tempers have flared today, and I don’t want to push him any further.

But I’m not a pushover anymore.

I’ll stand my ground, but this idea that I’m his but he’s only mine when it suits him doesn’t sit well with me. It’s going to cause problems, I can feel it.

Can I trust him not to mess around while I’m gone? Would I even know if he did? No one would tell me. Their loyalties lie with Diablo, not me.

The only people I can trust are Carly and whoever I hire as my bodyguard. I need to start looking for one.

There’s so much to do and not enough time. These deadlines are starting to get to me. I’m leaving in a day and a half for nine weeks.

The reality of it all hits me, along with the fact that I’ve never sworn so much in my life. Since meeting Diablo, even my thoughts are filled with curse words. I’m going straight to hell.

Well, I might as well get my hair and nails done. I want to look fabulous for the ride there and for the party tonight.