The Husband Beside Me (The Devil Trilogy Book 2) (24 page)

“Addie,” he breathed.

“Daimon,” I said effortlessly.

“Tell me. Tell me it’s not in my head. Tell me you feel it too,” he pleaded.

“I feel it. I’ve always felt it,” I said softly. I opened my eyes and saw his face as a faint grin emerged.

“My Addie,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to mine.

Daimon kissed me softly and tenderly. His hand reached the back of my head as he held me to him. He licked the seam of my mouth and I opened slightly, the taste of him intoxicating. Lowering himself down, his arm coming underneath my legs, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom upstairs. My fingers dove into his hair as I continued to kiss him. He kicked the door shut and walked us over to the bed, where he lay me down gently.

“Take off your dress, Addie,” he said, his voice low and controlled.

Without another thought, I rose up from the bed and sat on my knees. I unzipped my black dress and slipped it over my head. Daimon smiled devilishly down at me. He pulled on his tie and slowly took off his shirt. His eyes possessing me as I laid down waiting for him to undress.

“My Addie,” he said softly as he crawled over me and kissed the top of my breasts. His hand reached into my black lacy bra and exposed my breasts, my nipples pebbled instantly. His mouth quickly licked one of my nipples. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm lips gently kissing me. I bit my lip, holding back a small cry. Daimon pulled back. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me. He grabbed onto my waist and dragged me to the edge of the bed. Peeling back my black lacy panties, he smiled as he pushed back my legs over to my head revealing my pussy to him completely. His mouth instantly kissed the lips of my core. I watched as Daimon tenderly ate away at me. My pussy swelled at his touch. My head fell back the moment his tongue slid inside me. Daimon pushed harder, his mouth working on my velvet folds. He placed his hand on my stomach as he felt my need to orgasm. He softly sucked my clit, making me writhe and cry out. I dove my fingers into his hair as I came hard into his mouth with a scream.

Daimon continued to lick me gently as I came down from my orgasm. He stood up from the floor and knelt down above me. He effortlessly sheathed himself inside me and fucked me softly. He wrapped his hand around my neck, making sure all I saw was him. I became consumed watching him as he fucked me. The look of desire and need washed over Daimon’s face as he stared at me, writhing on his cock. He grunted as he moved faster. Barreling down inside me, my pussy clenched around him. He lowered himself to my lips and began kissing me as he fucked me. I broke away from our kiss feeling the need to come again. Daimon’s face was only inches from mine as he watched me. He was no longer in control as he mercifully hammered at me. I grabbed his face and held his gaze as we both came hard. He growled in a torturous voice, while I mewled, his cock plunging inside me roughly, while my pussy milked him of his very last drop of cum.

We lay breathless in each other’s arms. Daimon played with my hair and kissed me softly on my neck.

“Now what?” I finally said, breaking the spell.

“What is it, Addie?” he asked between his kisses.

“Now what do we do?” I asked, wondering where exactly we were headed. Daimon and I had a contract, but our feelings changed everything.

“We do like we did before. Fight, fuck and make up.” He looked down at me, pushing my hair off my face.

“Daimon, we’re married. It’s not that simple,” I said nervously.

“It is that simple, Addie. You’re just making it hard,” he remarked.

“What happens when the three years are up?” I asked.

“Addie, you were made for me. I never once doubted that,” he said bluntly. “Don’t you dare tell me you don’t feel the same way now?” He grew angry, his body tense.

I looked at Daimon, wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. We stayed locked in our embrace, staring at each other. A heavy silence took over as I contemplated telling him exactly how I felt. Should I tell him? Would he understand me? Or would we be destroying what was between us?

“Daimon—” I stopped, at a loss for what to say.

“Addie—” he said as he rose up from bed and put his boxers on.

“Daimon, in high school, I was a kid, in love with the notion of you and your bad boy ways. I’m different now. I’m not the same Addie you remembered. I—”

“I don’t care if you’ve changed. I don’t care if you’re different. I don’t give a shit that ten years have passed,” he said as he vehemently hit his chest. “Because not one day has gone by when I haven’t thought of you. I’m going to make you love me. I'm going to find out who you are and make you love me!”

“Daimon, that’s not it. The girl you knew, the girl you thought you knew in high school isn’t me anymore. What if you love this idea of who I was? Or who you think I should be?” I worried.

“Addie, I love you. I loved who you were in high school and I love the you that you are now.” Daimon looked down at me. The crisp white sheets wrapped themselves around me as I rose up to look at him. “I didn’t think it was possible but you made me fall for you that much more,” he admitted quietly.

I pushed the sheets off me and stood up from the bed. Daimon had his hands by his waist as he looked away from me.

“Daimon…I…” I hesitated afraid if I said it there would be no going back. “Daimon, I love you. I really do, despite your asshole ways. I love you,” I said fearfully. Daimon turned his head to me and peered down, taking my face into his hands.

“Addie,” he breathed. “I want you to fall in love with me. Fall so hard for me that it won’t matter what anyone says. Fall for me, Addie, and only me,” he pleaded.

“Daimon…”

“I can feel you hesitating. Don’t! Just let it go and love me. I want to share this world with you. So just fucking let it go.”

Daimon could always see through me, he knew exactly who I was and that both excited and terrified me.

“You scare me,” I admitted.

“You scare me too,” he said, still holding onto my face, his stunning blue eyes spoke of his sincerity. “But I'm willing to do anything to have you.”

I smiled hearing his words. “I don’t know since when, maybe since always, but I love you, Daimon, and I think I always will.” I swallowed hard against the heavy lump that had formed in my throat, afraid of my own words.

“See, being an asshole isn’t so bad. It got me you.” He smiled and gave me a chaste kiss.

“Yeah, it was you being an asshole that made me fall in love with you,” I said sarcastically, shaking my head away from his hands, stepping back toward the bed.

“Well, it wasn’t you being a bitch that made me love you. Trust me, Addie; you can be a real nasty little girl when you want.” He winked and walked over to me.

“Daimon, if they looked up asshole and bastard in the dictionary they would find your picture and a clear definition of what exactly you are,” I said, stepping away from Daimon as he prowled toward me.

“I thought I was more of a prick.” He grinned and took one more step closer, making me fall onto the bed.

“Bastard, prick, asshole. You’re pretty much a triple threat.” I inched away from him.

“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “Say it again, Addie,” he said as he began crawling toward me.

“Say what? Bastard.”

“Hmm,” he laughed.

“Prick,” I giggled.

“Keep going,” he teased.

“Asshole,” I finally said as he grabbed onto my legs, pulling me to him, my body gliding across the sheets.

“Say you love me,” he whispered.

“I love you, Daimon. I love you completely.”

****

I sat at the table the next morning eating breakfast trying hard to avoid Daimon who was now staring at me constantly.

“Do you mind?” I finally said, putting my toast down.

“No not really.” He grinned his sexy smile.

“You’re impossible.” I shook my head at him.

“I’ve been called worse,” he shrugged.

“Daimon?”

“What?”

“I still feel like things are a bit confusing right now.” I bit my lip, worried he’d yell.

“What do you mean?” he huffed.

“We’re married…”

“So you’ve said,” he noted.

“Well…”

“Look, Addie, so what, we got married and fell in love, who cares?” he said bluntly.

“What will happen when the three years are up?” I asked.

“You honestly don’t get it, do you? You are mine, for always,” he said earnestly.

I nodded, feeling better at the confidence in his words. I was worried it wasn’t really real, and somehow, I may have mucked it all up, wanting him so badly that I couldn’t see straight.

He stood up from the table, placed his hand underneath my chin and raised it. He kissed me softly and pulled away. The icy blue color of his eyes now melted with his smile.

“Now, be lazy while I go off to work.” He grinned and I rolled my eyes. He tightened up his black tie and buttoned his navy blue suit jacket. Did he have to look good in everything he wore? He smiled as I watched him. I think the bastard did it purposefully to see me drool. Drako followed Daimon to the elevator and I watched as they both stood in the foyer.

“Mrs. Evans.” Ana startled me. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I scare you?” she asked with the dirty plates in her hands.

“A little,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry about it, Ana. I have that effect on her. She can’t see anything but me,” he said, waiting for the elevator.

“Bite me, Daimon,” I cried out.

“I always knew you were a kinky girl.” The elevator finally came but before he left, Daimon stopped it. “Ana keep an eye on my Addie. I have a feeling she’s going to try to poison my food.”

“Daimon!” I turned to tell him off, but the doors slid closed, leaving me, Drako and Ana behind. “He’s impossible sometimes,” I huffed, but Ana simply laughed.

“Come on, Drako. Let’s go for a run then some shopping for food. Ana, will you like to join us afterwards?” I asked her.

“Of course, Mrs. Evans,” she answered.

“When will you stop calling me that?” I asked with a smile.

“Only Mr. Evans is allowed to call you by your first name. He made sure I knew that.” She smiled again.

“Why do you keep smiling when you mention him?” I wondered.

“Because he loves you and it’s kind of cute,” she offered.

“He’s possessive and controlling,” I noted.

“Only because he fears you. Give it time. Marriage is a hard road with many bumps.” I left Ana, to contemplate her words.

****

The day felt different, for obvious reasons. Last night changed everything between us and I was faced with a Daimon who loved me. Even though I craved his love, I feared it too. His love was strong and overpowering and I didn’t know if I had the strength to withstand it, but I would do all I could do to have him in my life. Despite his ways, Daimon was the only one who I could lean on and be with. I just wished the spring day was as sunny and beautiful as yesterday. It was a bit cold and the sun was barely coming out from behind the clouds. Daimon had yet to mention his mother’s funeral, which he walked away from. It had only been a day, yet I didn’t want him to keep it to himself, like I did. I knew I had my work cut out for me. Drako pulled on his leash, reminding me it was time to go.

“Oh, just like your master, telling me when to go,” I told him as I stood up. Drako rubbed his head against my leg and barked. “Yeah you’re exactly like him. Telling me what to do and then look all sweet and innocent.”

I felt refreshed from my run, the cool air uplifting. We headed back from our run to the penthouse.

“Good morning, Mrs. Evans,” Phil said, holding the door open.

“Good morning, Phil,” I smiled.

“You left early this morning?” he asked.

“Yeah, I like running after Daimon leaves,” I answered and headed inside.

“Good morning, Mrs. Evans,” Lenny greeted from his desk.

“Hi Lenny.”

“You have some mail that just came in.” He held out a large brown envelope.

My heart stopped as I reached for it. On the front in bold letters were the words New York University with its purple crest on it.

“Thank you, Lenny,” I murmured.

“They say good things come in big sizes,” he joked.

“Here’s hoping,” I muttered.

“I’m not smelling the usual Addie cooking. So what the hell?” Daimon stepped into the penthouse. Drako jumped from where I was sitting and ran to Daimon.

“Didn’t cook,” I noted sadly.

“Why didn’t you cook? You like cooking,” Daimon questioned.

“Didn’t feel like it,” I shrugged.

“Addie, what’s wrong?” he asked, walking to where I was, ignoring Drako.

“Nothing…it’s just…that…I GOT IN! THEY ACCEPTED ME!” I jumped up on the couch and began screaming.

“Holy shit. How the hell did you pull that off? They must have been desperate if they took you,” Daimon mocked.