Devil's Snare

Chapter 7- Fuck me. That shit is poetic.

A girl is dancing in the middle of the mob. She was beautiful, oh so beautiful but not his type. He preferred petite girls without any fat; he was that shallow. Then he saw her eyes; those eyes had happiness in them. The kind of happiness that would want anyone to be happy with her.

Every step she took and every move she made was graceful and precise without missing a beat. She had sculpturesque body movements. Her facial expressions were subtle, and with those hand gestures, he was getting hard at how she was moving her hand so delicately and very smoothly; he wondered what else those hands could do. Rafael's thoughts got so unholy.

He was watching that girl forgetting the world around him. Sometimes her expressions were slower, as if she was communicating her feelings or a storyline that went with the song. Rafael did not understand the music, but he enjoyed looking at her. All he was focusing on was that girl. The rest is a blur.

Something about her body and the way it was moving was enticing him. Something was stirring inside his stone-cold heart; he was new to this feeling. This is the most humane feeling he had in a long time. Up until now, he only knew anger, hatred, and greed.

The girl would bend her hip flexibly to the beat and then change her position back to the original in a mere second. He wondered where else she would be flexible.

His breath hitched when he saw those eyes again, those beautiful eyes. He wondered what it would feel like to look into those eyes when he was in her. A dimple would form on her left cheek whenever she would smile, making him want to put his finger in it. There was a mole on her left upper lip, and his eyes zeroed in on it; it ignited lust in him. He wanted to spill kisses on that mole until she could breathe no more. The girl then turned around, and that's when she saw her long hair. Immediately it clicked to him that this was the girl from the park. Can she be the woman in his dreams? His eyes went back to her luscious thick locks. Oh god, how much he loved that hair. He would pull her beautiful long hair by wrapping it around his hand when he was fucking her hard and raw from behind.

His eyes skimmed further down her body. Her hourglass-like figure, which he felt would fit perfectly in his hands. His was getting hot, he wanted her, and his body was burning with desire. He needed the girl in his arms right that moment in his bed, and now, seeing how perfect she is, his eyes are on her and what Rafael Cavallo wants he will get.

But why her? He doesn't know who she is or the details of her birth. She might not even be his dream girl. She might even be a low life. But what if she isn't a low life? What if she is the one? The one he has desired for 12 long years. And is he willing to let her go even if she is not?

He was getting hard looking at the girl dancing. He needed to leave before he dragged that girl to his car and fucks her like a rag doll. He took a picture of that girl; he will find out who she is and when he does, he will fuck her till the sun leaves the other side of the world, and then he will do it all over again until he is satisfied.

He would not show her mercy; she doesn't deserve it for being stunning. He wouldn't listen to her pleas or cries, only to her moans. He would make her dance to his tunes and do his bidding. Once the dance was done, people dispersed. Rick came back and informed Rafa that they needed to leave now. But Rafael did not want to. He wanted to watch the girl more, but he had other things to take care of.

Damn, he is hard now. He needed a release; his pants were sporting a tent. So, he returned to his car, took some ice cubes, and put them in his pants to ease his erection. They reached the construction site in no time, but he was still in a daze.

To take his mind off her, he needed to kill some people. So, he walked over to the officer assigned to the building, and without even saying a word, he picked the guy up and smashed him on the floor. Rafael put his leg on the officer's leg and shot him dead in the eye.

Loud shrieks and cries were heard around. He looked around at the shocked employees and said, "If you want to go to the township and complain, go ahead, or if you want to go to the police, I will join you. But before you do, think about all your families", he said in a warning tone. He looked at them with pockets and continued, "I am sure you all have daughters, sons, and wives. You do want them to be safe, don't you? If you don't want to cry tears of blood, do as I say and warn the next officer to give clearance to this building". Saying this, he left the site.

Hopping into his car, he bent his head back onto the seat, thinking about the girl; she wouldn't leave his mind. Everything about her is begging him to take her hard and raw. "Fuck, what is happening to me? I am excited about a girl whom I don't know. I have no idea who she was, her name, or where she is from. What if she is a whore? What if she is a slut that spreads legs for countless men? Does it matter to him? Of course not.

He then remembered everything about her, "her waterfall-like smile, why would I even need the rest of the world when I have her in front of me? "Fuck me, that is some A-level fucked-up poetic shit I came up with; this is so fucking not me. This girl is messing with my mind". He thought to himself.

He hummed the tune the girl was dancing to. Rick was taken aback by how his boss was behaving, he had never seen him this lost or this relaxed, and on top of it, he was humming. Was it because of a girl? He thought to himself.

"I think lack of sex is messing up with my mind. I need some whore and a good fuck." Deciding this, he headed to his favorite club to fuck one of his whores.

Later that night, Alzea went home satisfied, unknowing that she had caught the eye of the devil and he was coming for her to crush her dreams with his talon-like hands.

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