Diablo’s Return

EMMA

Four weeks. It feels like an eternity, especially when Levi, Alex, and I have been working nonstop to keep the business running smoothly while Diablo is away.

Mason has reached out a few times, mostly to discuss business. I’ve been careful to keep our conversations strictly professional, steering clear of any personal topics.

He’s invited me to dinner a couple of times, but I’ve always declined. My focus needs to be on the business, my training, and Diablo’s recovery. The first few weeks of detox were tough for him, but he’s doing much better now.

I haven’t spoken to him directly, instead, I’ve been checking in with his doctor. I’ve also had his apartment completely renovated and redecorated. I wanted to erase all traces of his past indiscretions and bad memories.

Today, I’m picking him up from rehab. I’m as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.

I’ve given Levi and Alex a few days off. We’ve been working around the clock, and I want some alone time with Diablo.

As I drive to the rehab center, I can’t help but hope that we can pick up where we left off before I had to leave him to secure our future in the Mafia world.

I park the SUV and walk up the steps to the rehab center, my nerves building with each step.

I check in at the reception desk and ask for Diablo. The receptionist tells me to wait while she fetches him. I sit down, my legs trembling with anticipation.

Finally, I see him walking down the hallway, carrying a small bag. He looks amazing. He’s dressed in black, his hair neatly cut and styled. Even from this distance, I can see the sparkle in his green eyes.

He looks nervous too. I think he’s surprised to see me here. I can’t help myself; I run to him, throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He drops his bag to catch me. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss that sends shivers down my spine. I’ve missed the feel of his strong muscles.

Breaking the kiss, he sets me down and hugs me. “Damn, baby, I didn’t think you’d really be here. I thought I was dreaming.”

“I’m so happy to see you,” he says, grinning like a schoolboy.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else, baby. I love you. I promised I’d be here when you got out, and here I am.”

He gives me one of his signature smiles. My Diablo is back. I can see his confidence returning. His old mannerisms are there, minus the arrogance, which I’m grateful for.

He pulls me close again, whispering in my ear.

“I love you, baby. I missed you so much. I want to go home.”

The drive home feels like it takes forever, even though it’s not that far. We can’t keep our hands off each other.

We finally arrive at his apartment. I park the SUV while he grabs his bag. We take the elevator up to his newly decorated apartment.

“It’s perfect, babe. I love it. I’m glad you made changes. There were too many bad memories here.”

I’m relieved that he feels the same way I do.

“Come here, baby, I missed you.” Without hesitation, I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

The kiss starts off slow, but quickly intensifies. He knows exactly how to drive me wild. I can feel the wetness between my legs growing. His hands move down to my ass, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

He carries me to his bedroom without breaking the kiss. I can feel his erection pressing against me. He’s as turned on as I am.

He gently lays me down on the bed and starts to undress. His erection springs free, and I gasp; he looks even bigger than I remember. I’m incredibly turned on seeing the effect I have on him.

He quickly undresses me, leaving me naked and wet. He climbs on top of me and kisses me passionately, moving down to my collarbone, biting it gently, making me moan his name.

He trails kisses down my stomach, reaching my hip bone and biting down softly, making me arch my back and throw my head back. He’s driving me crazy.

“Baby, I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Patience, my love.” He moves his mouth to my core, flicking his tongue over my folds, making me moan. This is torture.

I grab his hair, trying to pull him up, but he continues his assault on my core.

“You’re so wet and ready for me, baby.” He slides two fingers inside me, moving them in and out while sucking and licking my clit. I can’t take it anymore.

“Baby, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum for me, baby.”

I don’t need any more encouragement.

I cum hard, my orgasm washing over me, my pussy clenching around his fingers. I shout his name over and over again, my back arching off the bed.

“Fuck, Diablo, I need you inside me now,” I say, even though I’ve just had an orgasm.

He doesn’t hesitate this time. He thrusts inside me, the wetness from my orgasm making him slide in easily. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts to move.

Each time he moves, I can feel the depth of his love for me.

“You’re always so ready for me, baby. I love it, I love how wet you are. I have to hold back or I’ll finish too soon.”

“Please, baby, harder,” I beg.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, deepening his thrusts, hitting that sweet spot with every stroke.

His hand finds my throat, applying a gentle pressure. My head tilts back, giving him a better hold on my neck.

“I’m going to cum, baby love. Are you close?” I nod in response. After a few more thrusts, we climax together, our orgasms amplifying each other’s. My pussy tightens around his cock, drawing out his pleasure with every pulse.

He collapses on top of me, his elbows taking some of his weight. His gaze searches mine.

“I love you, baby love. You’re my everything. You’re mine just like I’m yours, always,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine.

“I love you too, Diablo.”

He rolls off me, pulling me against his chest, his hand resting on my stomach, holding me so close I can barely breathe.

Our legs entwined, we drift into a dreamless sleep. Both of us satisfied, content, and happy for the first time in a long while, in the place where we belong, in each other’s arms.