Warning: This chapter contains mature scenes. Please read at your own risk.

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Angel

I just wrapped my body with a towel and anxiously shuffled out of the washroom. My damp hair clung to my exposed skin on my shoulder and neck like callous hands, grasping whatever surface it lands on.

I felt refreshed.

I didn't find Isaias in the room.

I stared at the double door for a few seconds, listening intently through the door, perhaps his footsteps, but I heard nothing.

I shook my head as I turned towards the bed, and while doing so, my mind unconsciously drifted to the past events.

Everything happened for the past hours rushed back to me. The kidnapping, the shooting, and then Martino.

The thought of him waiting for me on the tarmac in New York suddenly cleared out all those pieces of awful thoughts clogging my mind.

Drat!

I need to let him know that I was taken by force and landed here in Italy.

And then something flickered in my head.

What if Martino was behind all of this?

That was unlikely. He wouldn't have had bothered to see me and offered me the job. He could have just kidnap me.

I sighed, feeling hopeless.

"Treat everyone as an enemy." My father's words echoed in the back of my head. Words I accidentally overheard.

I perched on the edge of the soft mattress, then dropped my back on the bed.

Mixed feelings rushed through me.

I missed mom and dad.

Is dad still controlling mom wherever they are?

He had been the whole time, especially when it comes to me. But, even if he's the most controlling man I ever know, I know he did it only to protect us.

I understand because he lost his family: his parents and sister. They were killed before his eyes. For some reason, they spared his life, but not the people who motivated him to live until he had us.

A sniper that until he died, he didn't know who it was, and who sent him to kill his family while they were celebrating with friends, in his friend's backyard.

My wandering thoughts was cut through from the opening of the door. A faint creaking sound but it felt loud in my ears.

I shot upright and watched the door opening slowly. My hand clutching the towel tightly against my chest. The imposing figure walked in, his face cold and sinister. You could literally break a stone with his tight jaws, his frosty eyes reminded me of the dead in that holocaust, terrifying.

Isaias strode in with clothes in his hands. He stopped when his gaze met mine, his face instantly relaxed.

Turning to face the door, he closed it behind him before narrowing our gap.

His dead eyes lit up when he met my eyes, yet again, his tight shoulders relaxed. His upper lip on the corner tugged up into a crooked smile.

"I've got you something to change, si?" he drawled as he placed the variety of clothes on the bed next to where I am perched upright, on the edge of the large bed like a bird on a tree trunk, watchful of its predator. My hand dropped to the bed, I didn't bother looking at the clothes, my eyes glued to him.

I didn't see him for almost 36 hours or more, but it felt years.

"I don't know what would you like to do?"

His words passed through my ears without registering, my whole attention was on his lips as I watched it move as he spoke with tenderness. My gaze swept over his handsome face. No traces of hardness in his face, his hair mussed like it had been raked with his fingers too many times.

My insides tingled and I felt erotically charged.

Heat began to prickle on the surface of my skin and then inside me. It rose within me like a wave of fire, and I want to be consumed by it.

"Don't look at me like that, Piccola," Isaias begged, his voice thick and gravelly like melted chocolate, but his eyes betrayed him. The look he gave me made my insides clenched with anticipation.

The look that made me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl in his eyes and at the same time, there's hunger in it, and at the same time, he was looking at me like the finest piece of meat, and in intensified my carnal desires.

I'm sure he felt the thick lust emanating from me.

I stared at his face, the same longings I saw in his now dark eyes. I don't see the green in it but lust, it only amplified the heat that pooled low in my belly.

"Take me," I breathed out, my voice quivering. Delicious shudder travel through my spine at the thought of him inside of me. My lower region ached painfully of his touch, of him.

Isaias quickly reached out for the towel and loosened it, then tugged it off around me in haste. I stood up and helped him out of his clothes. The ruffling sound of his clothes passes my hearing paths like a blur, my heart beating ever so loudly in great anticipation.

As soon as he was out of it, he tugged me against his chest, and his lips claimed mine like a hungry beast. His tongue outlined my lips before nipping my bottom lip, which was rewarded with a loud moan. He slipped his skillful tongue inside my mouth, then parried with mine, all the while his hands ran up and down my body.

One hand outlining my soft sides while the other my backside. Every trail of his fingers, it sent sparks of heat across my sensitive skin, intensifying the heat building within me.

And every ounce of worries flew out of the window, and all that I care about at that moment is his heated touch.

My body's temperature rose like a wildfire, lust scorching and consumed me.

"Isaias, please..." I moaned, my hands groping his shoulder blade, pulling him even closer.

Isaias's hands dropped to my bottoms, then he hauled me up, my legs automatically wrapped around his waist, hands snaked around his neck.

Our kisses were hard, consuming, and aggressive. I could feel his pent-up emotions poured into it and I kissed him back with the same fervor.

I felt my back hitting the wall as he pushed himself against the wall, my breast pressed against his hard chest, and my nipples hardened instantly.

Isaias broke the kiss and dropped it to where my jawline and neck met. I was so focused on his lips trailing hot kisses, nipping my jawline down to my neck when I felt his finger slid into my aching core.

"Oh!" I moaned uncontrollably as I leaned my head against the wall, my hands on his shoulders tightened, nails digging as I whimpered in pure bliss. Warm sensations seeping from me wildly like a broken water tap, leaking and I felt so deliciously damp.

"God, you're so dripping wet already, Piccola. So ready for me," he panted, low guttural grunts left his lips, vibrated against my oversensitive skin.

I nodded half-witted. "Please, take me now," I breathed as I leaned in, his tongue met with my taut nipple. He latched it around my pebbled tip, then sucked it hard all the while he thrust his digit in and out of my dripping core. The mild pain erupted into tiny electric charges shooting throughout my body.

I writhe under his delicious assault, he inserted another, curling his fingers and hit the right spot, causing my legs and hands around him to tighten as pleasure climbed higher.

"Oh, yes! yes! Please!" I moaned, and his fingers warm, wet, and slippery thrusting fast in and out, hitting my sensitive spot over and over all the while licking and sucking my sensitive tip. I moaned synchronically at his digits met my dripping flesh, then his index finger found my nerves of bundles and with one stroke, I shattered into pieces against him, my body shivered in delight. As the waves had calmed down, my bones seemed to forget me.

Isaias quickly held me against him until the shaking of my body entirely stopped, then kissed the crown of my head.

I wriggled off him when I felt my bones are back, then he put me back down on my feet, but I hadn't rallied when he turned me abruptly, my back facing him. He pulled me against him by my waist, and I'm kind of bending over, my bottom thrust up with my palms propped on the wall.

And then, he eased his turgid cock into my dripping core, my body quivered with delight as I welcomed him. My walls latched around him tightly.

New waves of desires rushed through me as refreshed sensations shot through me at the delicious intrusion. My belly quivered delightfully.

"Oh, yes!" I cried out, pushing myself back to accommodate him fully, and he pushed himself deeper, hands gripping my hips as he guided me, and I felt so full, stretched, and out of my wits.

He pulled me up, his sweaty, warm chest pressed against my sweaty back, then he reached out for my breast and fondled it. Occasionally flicking my oversensitive tip and it only heightened the pleasures.

He occasionally let out a guttural grunt as his pace quicken. I was breathing fast and ragged as I met each thrust. His hot breaths kissing my temple as I leaned back against him.

He rode me in a steady, fast pace, his tip hitting my cervix, doubling the amount of pure pleasure in every thrust until I couldn't get any higher like I was at the tip of the rollercoaster and I had to let it go. My body began to tighten, my walls contracted around him, he felt bigger than ever.

His fingers flicked either my oversensitive nipples and pain erupted into tiny electrifying sensations, shooting towards my belly. Then he sucked my shoulder blade all the while he plunged deeper than before, and his pace became rapid.

"I can't hang on much longer," I grunted in ragged, quick breaths.

"Let it go, love. Cum all over me," he grunted gutturally, his quick, heavy breathings vibrated against my skin. My body trembled deliciously at the overwhelming pleasure. His rapid pace amplified, hitting my sensitive spot. My mind went blank as I spiraled down, crying out his names as stars flickered behind my closed eyelids with the sudden spasms of lusts. He tightened his grip around me, holding me in place as my body shivered. He rode through my climax. His balls slapping my wet folds like the big waves lapping the coastline wildly —the sounds it made was carnally erotic— finding his release after two more fast and hard and fast, my name leaving his lips as he cried out filled my heart with overwhelming love for this man.

He slumped his body against my back, my palms still on the walls, seeking for support as we both stand still, his cock still inside me. His warm essence filled me, I felt like his soul were connected to me. Each time we found our released, I felt connected to him.

Moments later, Isaias quietly pulled his half-limp cock out of my juice-filled core, and I felt the sticky liquid following suit. My core involuntarily squirted out more juices, and it trickled down my inner thighs to my calf. And Isaias led me to the washroom and cleaned me. My cheeks felt hot as I eyed him, keenly wiping the juices that dripped down my inner thighs and lower.

Then he cleaned his half limp cock. His cock covered with our juices half dangling, glittered with our essence.

He looked rather hot like that, all in naked glory. His bronze skin shimmered with his sweat, his muscles flexed as he moved. And I itched to run my hand across his taut, broad chest, and trail the deep indents of his abs down to his v-line. Soft hairs lighter than his hair sprinkled in small thin line towards the top of his penis then covered the base of his cock, but it wasn't as bushy as his brows.

The towel glided across his length, and wiped it off the liquid he called it his babies.

I smiled.

He was too focused, lost in thought as his hand with the towel goes back and forth, wiping the now dead length of his obliviously.

My gaze snapped to his face. Eyebrows darted together in a dark scowl, his face muscles taut, lips pressed into a grim line.

He had the looked of a troubled man.

"Isaias?" I called out.

He suddenly blinked then his face muscles loosened. He threw the towel on the floor, then gave me an apologetic smile.

"Let's go to bed. You need rest," he said, and I nodded as I regarded him intently. He's bothered I could tell from the rigidness of his body.

I didn't probe until we got to the bed. He moved the clothes quietly to the settee on the foot of the bed, then I crawled inside the bed cover and lay on my back.

He lay next to me, my head resting on his shoulders, his arm draped around my waist. His chin resting on the top of my head as my face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

"You looked troubled," I commented.

His hands around me grew taut. "Are still thinking about your mother?" I asked. I want to tell him that if he can't accept her, then he don't have to.

I just realized how much damage Celestina had done to him.

"Can we not talk about her please?" he said, his hand gliding up and down my hips. With a steady pace and random movement of his hand, I knew he's trying to stave off his true emotion.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, tilting my head back so I can see his face.

He let out a strangled sigh as he tightened his hand around me.

"I'm not ready to see her, but I can't stop it, she saved you. But I can't forgive her," his voice grew hard and cold.

I wrapped my hand around him and buried my head into his neck. I filled my lungs with his very masculine scent that I adored so much.

"Piccola?" he called out when I didn't respond. I could hear the worries in his tone.

"It's alright, Isaias. I understand," I murmured. The topic is depressing, so I tried to think of any subject to steer it.

"Did you love someone before me?" I asked out of the blue.

He stilled.

Oh, drat!

Is there any topic where it's not affecting him bad?

Maybe I'll ask him if what does he do during his time off? But does he have time off?

But before I could open my mouth, he spoke. "Almira," he began.

I pulled my head back and stared at his face. He stared back at me. His face flat.

"Almira?" I mumbled.

He nodded. "I was twenty-one, and she's two years my senior," he said. My heart tightened at the thought that he was in love with someone before me.

Does he still love her?

"She's the first woman who looked past my imperfections, my past. She cared for me. For the first time, I felt loved. I was taken care of by someone, and I thought I had loved her, but after a year when we moved in together, I caught her on our bed with her ex-boyfriend, then I found out, she's using me for my money. I gave her everything she needed, and I realized, not my heart."

The last words washed away all the jealousy I felt.

Isaias held my gaze. "Not until I saw you in my room, holding that gun pointing at me," he smiled. A genuine smile sometimes it surprised me Isaias is capable of such.

He kissed my forehead, then he shifted to his side, facing me, then he kissed my lips. "You stole my heart, like a thief in the night, unguarded," he muttered against my lips.

My heart swelled with happiness.

"And you took my breath away," I smiled, pushing myself up and kissed him on his lips. It was a brief one.

"Just your breath?" he asked incredulously, his crooked smile leaving his lips.

I giggled. "Well, I was angry, and then I wasn't expecting that I was meeting a good looking guy. I thought you were like those..." I paused, catching my bottom between my teeth as I tried to find the right word, something not too brutal. Maybe a little less harsh.

"Ugly, fat, and like Mr. Black?" he supplied.

I burst out laughing.

"How do you know the guy?" I asked between laughing.

"I just realized he's the man behind the new networking company that just shuts down last year, wanted by many Americans who wished to work at home and still earn more than enough. He got out of it so far. A swindler," he explained nonchalantly.

"Oh!" I murmured, smiling up at him.

"So were you jealous?" I teased without thinking.

He chuckled. "Well, a little bit. I just want to kill him right at that moment the receptionist called you Mrs. Black," he teased back, causing me to blink twice.

I chuckled. Oh, how I love this man.

I scooted even closer to him, snuggled against him and sighed with a smile on my lips.

"One more thing, Piccola," he murmured against the top of my head.

"Aha?" I mumbled lazily as I closed my eyes.

"I'm going to replace Logan," he declared.

Abruptly pulling my head back, I snapped. "What?"

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