AllFreeNovel
Share Us
An angel waits for me in my window. Her long blond hair flares down her shapely body and she’s wearing nothing but a white, oversized shirt. With eyes dreamily staring out into the night, she tenses when we lock gazes.
Even at this distance I can tell there’s a nervous smile on her face. I’ve told her I don’t like her staying near the windows but she seems intent on disobeying. My fist clenches as lust ravages in me. She’s been with me for a week and every night I spend without touching her is torturous.
I need her so bad I can’t think straight.
Sometimes I think she can tell. Sometimes I think she’s torturing me on purpose. My thoughts go dark with desire when she with a hesitant smile, begins unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt and I stop breathing. Is she going to undress for me and put on a little show? Luckily for the neighbors, there are none.
If there were and if they were looking, I’d had to do murder but as it is now, this is just for me.
And fuck...this is such a reward.
Coming home and seeing her like this, waiting for me, smiling at me and I wonder if she’s tingly between her lush thighs. A thirst burns in my throat and I groan, thinking she’s about to pull the shirt to the side but then she jerks, wraps it around her and walks farther into the apartment.
Standing there like some fucking bastard that’s been left out in the cold, I stare up at the window and struggle curbing my emotions. Is my angel playing with me?
Doesn’t she know, you don’t play with the big bad mobster? Especially not when you’re young and beautiful and above all good. It’s like a drug to men like me. We don’t crave it. We demand it.
Gritting my jaw, I walk into the building and make my way up the staircase. It’s practical that she lives with me, otherwise I’d probably break down her door and demand an explanation. I drag a deep breath and lean my forehead against the wall.
I just need a moment to stop myself from pouncing on her the moment I walk inside.
Stepping into our hallway, I notice a strange sensation stirring in my chest. It swirls around and its hot like I’ve just drank some liquor. Warmth, I realize after a while. That’s what it is. Warmth because of her.
“Angel?” I call and she replies with,
“Over here.”
I find her lying in her bed (I take the couch at night) on her stomach and her legs dangling in the air. She’s got her nose in a magazine and doesn’t even look up when she hears me coming. Her cheeks are red like she’s coated herself with blush but I know she hasn’t because she doesn’t have makeup. She’s so damn breathtaking like this that I sway for a moment.
I’m preoccupied with her. Can barely do my work properly when all my mind and testosterone does is gravitate to Skyla. It brings me serenity knowing she’s in my space when I come home, and whenever she pops into the shower I bury my face in her sheets and sniff the hell out of them.
They smell of her sweetness that dazzles the fuck out of me day in and day out. She’s like china made out of the purest crystals and starlight. My hands are filthy, they’d soil her and yet I’d never be able to stay away.
Somebody would have to tranquilize me and even then do I suspect it wouldn’t work. I want to penetrate her because she’s already penetrated me. Making her take my masculine pride would be a triumph, a conquering I can’t wait to do.
The transfusion wasn’t enough. She needs other parts of me as well. Only then will I be satisfied, only then will my body stop hounding me. I’ve never felt this way before but I suppose this is what happens when a male finds his other half.
My eyes roam over Skyla’s frame. She still keeps on ignoring me and I can’t help but rasp, “That how you treat me?”
The tint on her face increases and she breathes, “Treat you like what?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t I deserve a hello? A proper greeting?”
Slowly lifting her face, she nods but her eyes dart and she doesn’t seek eye contact. Getting down from the bed she walks over to me and stands on her tiptoes to be able to reach me. She still can’t do it until she cups my face and brings it down.
“Hello dearest Phantom,” she whispers and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Inhaling, she abruptly walks away. “Satisfied?”
“No,” I growl but I’ll give her a pass for now. “I bought groceries. And some paint.”
Fidgeting with the pillows on the living room couch, she proceeds with rearranging them and she raises a brow. “Paint?”
“Thought you might want to redo this place a bit.”
Biting her lips as if feeling guilty she whispers, “But I don’t know for how long I’ll be staying.”
“You’re staying,” I snarl and she twitches. “Period.” She’s staying for as long as I want her to stay and I don’t ever want her to leave so then its settled.
Letting go of the pillows, she straightens and there’s something on her face I can’t read. I pride myself on being good with reading people but with Skyla...I just don’t fucking know. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she’s hiding something from me. A secret.
