Diablo

DIABLO

I watch Emma walk away with Levi and Dean. I think that’s his name. I’m shaking with anger. Doesn’t she realize she belongs to me? Can’t she understand that?

I don’t care about what happened earlier today. I’m not letting her go that easily. She’s done wonders for my businesses in the past few months, beyond what I ever imagined.

In bed, she’s the only woman who’s ever fully satisfied me. She gets my insatiable needs, and I love that she matches my intensity when we have sex.

She’s the only woman who’s never bored me in that department. I want to stop her from leaving the club, but as always, my ego gets in the way. Add a needy Crystal to the mix, and it’s a losing battle.

Luis senses my mood as soon as he sees where I’m looking. Every man in the club is watching her as she heads for the exit.

Emma, being Emma, doesn’t even notice all the men in the club eye-fucking her. She’s still unaware of her own beauty and the powerful aura she gives off, which only makes me want her more.

All the women are jealous of her. She’s got two tall men escorting her out, for fuck’s sake. The men want her—especially me—and the women want to be her or with the men at her side.

Crystal is doing her best to distract me, running her hands up and down my arm, tracing circles on my back, sneaking lower to grab my ass when she can.

But I keep comparing her touch to Emma’s. If it were Emma, I’d be rock hard by now. Emma would know that I don’t like gentle touches; I want it rough.

Crystal has no effect on me. Emma has ruined me for other women, for fuck’s sake. I only crave her touch, her skin against mine, her in my bed.

I refuse to accept that she’s ended our relationship. Business is one thing, but our sexual relationship has to continue. I can’t—no, I ~won’t~ live without her in my bed or my life.

If I can’t have her, no one can. I feel like she’s turned me into an obsessed man, someone I’ve never been before. She’s created a need in me, one only she can satisfy.

Why am I so fucked up? Why did I push it too far this time? The things I said to her this morning were out of line, and I know I hurt her.

I have to get her back, even if it’s just to have her by my side as my girlfriend. I can’t be without her. She’s awakened something in me, and she’s the only one who can control it.

I want to go to her penthouse and rip Levi and Dean’s heads off for not just looking at her, but touching her.

Crystal snaps me out of my thoughts with a kiss. It feels strange. She doesn’t taste like Emma. She even smells different, and her lips feel cold and hard against mine.

This is going to be a long night. I don’t know what I was thinking when I invited her to the club as my date. I know deep down it’s to hurt Emma, but I usually don’t go back to my old flings.

I usually just fuck them and leave them once they’ve served their purpose or become too clingy.

Crystal was one of my fuck-buddies before she got too clingy; I quickly dumped her and moved on to Lauren. It’s a shame I can’t call Lauren. She’s a good fuck.

Knowing Emma, she would have killed Lauren tonight. The snippets I heard when Emma met with Lauren’s father have made me a little scared of what Emma can do.

I think I pushed Emma too far today. If it weren’t for the fact that I know Emma has feelings for me, I’d definitely beef up my security.

I need to clear my head of thoughts of Emma. What better way than to fuck Crystal? I excuse Crystal and myself from Luis, Travis, and Carly.

I pull her roughly to the elevator, insert my key, and we head up to my and Emma’s apartment. No, it’s just my apartment now. Fuck Emma. I wish I could erase all thoughts of her, at least for tonight.

Everything I touch or do reminds me of her. As the elevator ascends, I push Crystal roughly against the wall. She hits it so hard a soft moan escapes her lips.

“Diablo, I don’t like it rough. You know that, baby,” she whispers softly.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Crystal. It’s Diablo to you. There’s only one woman who can call me ‘baby.’ If it’s too rough for you, then you should leave.”

“You know I fuck; I don’t make love. If you’re looking for a romantic lovemaking session, I’m not your man.”

“I want to fuck you. I want to be rough with you. Do you think you can handle it?” I ask, my voice harsh.

She barely nods before my lips find her neck. I kiss her neck, biting her hard, leaving marks all over her, making her moan even more.

I know I’m hurting her. Those aren’t moans of pleasure she’s making, but this is what I need. I need to vent my anger and she’s the closest person right now to take it out on.

Fucking her will hopefully take my mind off Emma and what she might be doing with Dean tonight in her bed.

The elevator finally reaches my floor. I drag Crystal to the door, unlock it, and pull her roughly inside.

I slam the door shut and lock it. I pull her toward the bedroom. She stumbles a bit in her heels but luckily, she doesn’t fall.

“Are you sure you want this, Crystal? I’m not going to be gentle with you tonight. I’m going to fuck you. I need to fuck you hard.”

I don’t think she’s ever seen me like this. I’m usually rough with the women I fuck, but tonight I want to be extra rough.

“If it becomes too much for you, just let me know, and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Diablo,” she whimpers.

In the bedroom, I gently turn her around so her back is facing me. I take hold of her dress and tear it apart. It falls to the floor, discarded and forgotten.

She gasps, and I start to kiss her collarbone, nipping at her neck as I unhook her bra. It falls away, lost somewhere in the room. I don’t really care. I quickly shed my own clothes, her back still turned to me.

I stride over to the bed, open the drawer, and pull out a condom. I haven’t needed one with Emma, but I’m not taking any risks with Crystal.

~Damn it, Emma, get out of my head~, I think to myself. My arousal falters for a moment as I imagine Emma with another man. I want to tear him apart, but I can’t.

This mess is my own doing. I’m the one who screwed everything up. And with that realization, it hits me—I can’t do this. I can’t sleep with Crystal to forget Emma.

No other woman can ever replace her, satisfy me, or challenge me the way Emma does.

“Fuck!!!!” I yell.

She’s consumed me. She’s ruined me. All I can think about is her—her touch, her lips, those damn lips. Damn that woman.

I bend down to pull my boxers back on. Crystal is watching me, her eyes wide with confusion. She saunters over to me, her hips swaying. I see the determination in her eyes. She still wants me, but I can’t give her what she wants.

I’m in love with Emma. Every thought I have is about her. She’s bewitched me. I’m obsessed with her.

“Diablo, come on ba… I mean honey, let me help you forget.” She kneels in front of me, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down.

She circles her tongue around the tip of my cock, then takes me into her mouth, sucking, trying to bring me back to life. Eventually, she succeeds, taking as much of me as she can.

I start to move in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.

I hear a gagging noise when I thrust too deep, but I don’t care if I’m hurting her. I keep going, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

I can feel my climax building, getting closer with every thrust. I tug hard on her hair. I thrust into her one last time, shouting Emma’s name as I come, my cum filling her mouth.

She swallows every drop, wiping her mouth. I see the anger in her eyes.

“Fuck, Diablo, my name is Crystal, not fucking Emma. You better make it up to me with multiple orgasms tonight.” She stands up, removes her lace panties, and settles herself on the bed.

My bed. Emma’s and my bed. The bed we woke up in, happy, this morning.

“Get the fuck out, Crystal. You’ve served your purpose. Leave, now!” I yell at her.

I go to the closet to get her a shirt and sweatpants to wear, seeing as I’d torn her dress in two. I toss the clothes at her and don’t stick around to watch her get dressed.

I pull on my boxers and head to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Eventually, she comes out of the bedroom, dressed in the clothes I’d given her.

“You are really fucked up, Diablo. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but before this Emma woman, you never treated me like this.

“We always had a good time together. Don’t ever fucking call me again. If you need a fuck or someone to suck you off, call someone else. I deserve to be treated better than this.”

“Maybe you’re right, Crystal, but you and I have never been more than fuck buddies. Don’t act like I’m treating you any differently than I usually do.”

“Maybe so, Diablo, but at least I always got an orgasm out of it. You’ve never treated me like you did tonight. We used to have fun together.

“This behavior of yours is totally fucked up. This Emma woman has seriously messed with your head.”

She walks to the door, unlocks it, and opens it. She pauses to look back at me. “You know, Diablo, I’ve never seen you like this. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you love this Emma woman.

“She seems nice. She treated me a lot better tonight than you did. Fix what you screwed up with her—for your sake and everyone else’s—before it’s too late.”

With those parting words, she walks out, slamming the door behind her.

I know I screwed up. The question is, am I too late to fix it?