The Devil's Looking Glass (18+) ☑

The Dance (3)

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Damien

I was in the living room trying to sort through boxes and begin unpacking, but curiosity got the better of me. I slowly pulled back the curtains facing the Angel's house and immediately hummed with approval.

There she was and she sure did not disappoint.

Wearing nothing but a short white baggy t-shirt that came just below her hips and a very noticeable black lace thong, she was pacing back and forth across the living room. She didn't have the headset on today but was holding a phone up to her ear.

I frowned. The look on her face was anything but angelic. It was downright evil if I was to be honest. Her brows were furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together, and her eyes were shooting daggers across the room. Whoever she was speaking to, had definitely gotten her completely wound up.

My cock suddenly twitched, as if to say that we could alleviate her stress. I smiled once more. Yes. Yes, we most certainly could.

Her free hand was clenched in a fist so tight, her knuckles were turning white, and I could see a single drop of blood drip from her enclosed hand. She was squeezing her hand so tight; her nails were digging into her palm. I honestly couldn't think of a time when a woman looked this angry. This was a whole new level of anger.

It was fucking hot.

My mind began to wander again. Images of crazy, hot, angry, lust filled sex flashed through my mind.

Slamming of bodies against walls, hair pulling, screaming. And now my cock was back to what I had now titled 'Angel mode'. Raging fucking hard on. So fucking hard, I was sure I would burst at any moment.

Suddenly she stopped pacing. Her head wiped towards me so fast that her hair sprawled out behind her wildly. The beautiful, gorgeous, perfect angel of a woman was shooting those daggers directly at me.

She dropped the phone that was in her hand, raced over to the window and with fierce force, ripped the curtains together. Yes, ripped. Literally. When she pulled with such vehement strength, the curtains ripped from their place and fell to the floor at her feet.

My head tilting slightly to one side, as she dropped her arms to her sides, balled up both her fists, squeezed her eyes shut, lifted her head to the roof and screamed. Her scream was so loud that I could hear it from inside my house where I was standing, watching her. She spun on her heel and stormed out of the room.

I stood there for several moments, different emotions running through me. Curiosity, confusion, sadness but most of all, lust. Pure, unbridled lust. This woman who had occupied my mind since the first moment I saw her, was going to drive me crazy. I could feel it.

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8:00pm on the dot, I heard my doorbell ring.