The Devil's Untainted Angel

Chapter 35

Story 2

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The night was still young. She was just in her undies smoking a cigarette when two men came inside the room watching her curvaceous body like hawks.

She puffed out smoke and smiled at them after pouring a drink. They were already drunk as they meandered to her. One of them ran his hands sensually on her creamy toned legs and the other was kissing her.

She moaned inside his mouth her fingers digging and playing with his hair while the other hungrily squeezed her breast and ripped open her bra.

Her inviting melons went released through the clips. He sucked in his breath gazing at the protruding buds of the pink areolas and clasped his lips to them invigorating a shudder out of her.

The other who was kissing her brought down his hands and inserted a finger sneaking inside her panty. She shook with lust like a slithering snake mewling into the mouth of the other.

Minutes later she was made to stand across the window of the bed and her hands were tied to the casement grils. While one was fingering into her the other was pleasuring her breasts licking, kissing and sucking them.

And very soon the room was filled with heated bodies, kisses and moans.

Chapter 1

He was tired. His heartbeat was just beginning to recover from a sweaty endeavor of heavy -breaths, hair-pulling and mewling pleasure minutes ago that pulled him into the soothing darkness of dream world.

Unfortunately, he was woken up from the calling peaceful world by the feel of soft hands accompanied by soft kisses sliding along his chest. He unwillingly opened his eyes to the irritating realization that the meal of the night was still in his bed.

He really was tired, because Jacob usually saw to it that the source of the intoxicated pleasure got lost the moment he found his orgasm. His eyes sliding over the cream-skinned blonde running smooches on his chest and his brain struggled to remember her name.

She was one of the girls who he met at a charity function a few days ago. That’s all he could remember, because he hadn’t been interested in what she had to say. He’d only paid attention to her curvy figure and the long, toned legs accentuated by six-inch heels that compelled him to spend a few hours exploring her inviting body.

He tried again to recollect her name but still he didn’t know and he didn’t care. Nameless woman pressed her plum pink lips against the middle of his chest and murmured in an annoying voice that caressed him in places he really preferred to remain inert at the moment, “I want more.”

A sigh flowed from him as he mentally kicked himself for almost falling asleep with a woman in his bed. “I’m done. Get dressed. Carlos will take you home.”

The covers flipped back with a simple flex of his muscular arm, and he swung his feet to the red carpeted floor. With the heels of his hands, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “You were great, by the way, in bed. Thanks. The compensation for your efforts will reach you before today evening.” He told her in a nonchalant tone.

The protesting muscles of his limbs told him just how exhausted he was. His work needed him 24/7 if he could spare for it. And as he struggled against sleep, he detected no movement from the woman besides. Turning, he directed his stare at the blond-haired feminine whose golden eyes glitter with tears as she clutched the blue silk sheet over her chest.

In a controlled voice, one straining against anger, he asked, “You don’t understand English?”

“Thanks?” she asked, voice breaking. “That’s it and you want to pay me for my efforts? I am very displeased to know Mr Jacob Taylor even after attaining twenty six years of age you don't understand the difference between a mere fuck and making love."

The woman was going under his nerves. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Telling a woman to leave more than once had never happened before, because he wasn’t normally this tired. And when he wasn’t tired, he was everything no less than a bossy arrogant devil. So, when he gave a command, women usually sensed the peril of questioning him and elected not to argue.

“Pretty much. Thought you understood good it was only a one night stand.” When she just sat there still, staring at him, he glared. “Listen, girl, whatever the hell your name is, you need to get your ass up, and go.”

Recognizing his seriousness, the woman hopped up from the bed and scrambled around on the carpeted floor, retrieving her clothes. Satisfied, he got up and strolled over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hotel room, staring out at the bright city lights of Michigan. The weak shade of the glowing light from the corner lamp gave out a silhouette of his tall, muscular frame in the shadow as he stood stark naked and pensive before the window.

One by one, he cracked his knuckles, trying his best not to think of her. He failed. Knuckle cracking no longer worked as a distraction. How much longer? How much longer will it be before he can regain the missing half of his soul? With every thought of her, his heart ached like a curse from hell. The heart-wrenching fact that the hands that caressed him till then weren’t hers, that the lips kissing him weren’t hers, that the body making love to him…oh dear god, it’s as if a bullet was left right into his kernel killing him slowly, painfully and surely.

His fingers curled into mighty, determined fists at his side. He could tolerate it no longer. He needed to reclaim what was his. She belonged to him. No more chances. A faint click of the door handle pulled him from his malevolent thoughts and he turned to see Blond standing there, her green eyes glistening as she wished him, “Good morning Mr.Taylor.”

He gave a chin lift to the open door, wanting her to be gone already. The unexplainable guilt he always felt after sleeping with someone who wasn’t her, never allowed him to be nice to these innocent women. His usual reaction to the culpability along with the frustration of not having her, was to take it out on the woman present, which made him an asshole, but he couldn’t help it.

The Blond looked at him in dejection and the door closed silently behind her. Her golden eyes were ridiculously alluring. But inviting as they were, he favored seductively blue eyes. A crooked smile danced on his lips. Crystal blue to be exact. The shrill of his cell phone broke through the silence, and he went to scoop it off the nightstand. Rudolph, at this hour?” he growled glancing at the caller id and connected the receiver. “Please tell me she’s okay.”

“Yes, Mr. Jacob. She’s sound. But…”

“Out with it, Rudolph!”

“She took a job at a Hookah Bar.” “Hookah Bar? John's Club?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The hell’s she doing there?” he barked. “Say bartending. Please.”

Rudolph paused for a moment, then, “No, Sir. She’s stripping.” As if he’d been touched with livewire, his entire being became fully awake, eyes wide, weariness gone. Anger boils. Things were getting out of hand.

His chest suddenly felt vacant, heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. "What am I paying you all for? Get hold of that stupid manager and tell him what I say to you. Now. She is no longer going to strip. Understand?" He growled ferociously.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Okay sir. I will do as you say." The assistant stuttered pensively and Jacob understood with his intonation, he had more to convey.

"Spill out what you want to say. I do not have time for your Tom and Jerry chase." He barked on the phone.

"Sir, we’ve been trying to reach you for the past few weeks, but we kept getting your assistant. And you gave us instructions not to leave messages about this matter with anyone. So…” Fuck. For the past six weeks he’s been doing some heavy traveling, being a work addict. Hell, he should’ve known all this. A sick feeling lingered. If she had to pick up a job at Hookah Bar, then that meant she was in need. She was hurting and in need. She shouldn’t be hurting when he could so easily take her pain away. She shouldn’t be in need of anything when she already has it all. “When did she start?”

“A few days ago, Sir.”

“Go get me a ticket to Michigan. Now.” He began pacing the length of the room, his fingers raking through his hair repeatedly. “And from here on out, every goddamn move she makes, I. Want. To. Know. Got it? Doesn’t matter how busy I am, don’t stop calling until you get through to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I’ll reschedule my plans here in New York and jet out first thing in the morning. I expect a full report of everything that’s taken place within the last month.” His fingers trembled as he disconnected the call and immediately dialed his private investigator. "Greetings can be conveyed later. I need full details of the girl I am going to message you now within a few hours." He ordered and sank to his knees, dropping his head in his hands.

My sweet, blue-eyed girl, what are you doing to yourself?