Deadly Saints [18+]

010: Unveiled

|Isadora Xara|

Flushed neon lights of various shades. Jam, lemon, hot pink. The numerous people in the club didn't harbour any responsibilities when they arrive, this place disfigured their obligations and made them bathe in the bliss of the night. Its other worldly atmosphere attracted them endlessly, to thrive on the moments of escaping into vibrations of the music and continuous flow of alcohol through the bloodstream, enveloping insensibility that they craved.

The scent of perspiration and booze layered in the club as people grinded against each other, there brain molecules slipping away at each sip. Surprisingly, this scenery isn't worth savouring. Although, I didn't have much of a choice since this is where my assignment is.

"Are you having a good time?" His croaky voice asked.

"Yes, I am," I sweetly replied, batting my eyelashes to appear flattered by his presence.

Callous fingers stared to drift upon my exposed thigh, hazelnut curls disappearing within the luminosity of the club and pecan orbs that were dipped in grace. Physically, he is attractive with the stubble that adorned his skin and a well-built physique. Somehow, each factor became compared to my Boss. The drastic difference, broad shoulders, potency of power and striking features of a Greek god. All those were bonuses to his persona but what enthralled me, is his malevolent side, the monstrosity that he truly embraced. Now, that is a massive fucking turn on.

The creature is beyond chaotic, he created destruction upon his path. Each moment would pass and I would catch a glimpse of his villainous nature. It didn't surprise me that sparks would alight in my stream of his despoliation, only fascination towards the wicked. A strong combination of detestation and lust left me unhinged, utterly bewildered at each emotion that graced my fibre.

Do I loathe him or do I just want to fuck his brains out?

For now, the distaste for him outgrew my desire. Alysanne isn't aware of my whereabouts and he detests the idea f allowing her to become a part of this deal, he refused to acknowledge any acceptance of her since he restricted my contact to only him.

There couldn't even be a phone in my grasp since he recalled the last encounter of me trying to contact Alysanne, although I had to complete confidence in her abilities to stay alive, there is a riddle of doubt ever since I met him. He is vicious, barbaric and diabolical, a lethal mixture of madness. Unpredictable and uncontrollable, that is what aroused me the most. There wasn't a switch I could tun, his radiance of power is addicting in every form possible to my taste, each carve to lick and lather all discombobulated. Alysanne still pegged my mind at the guilt, where is she?

"Are you okay?" Taylor Marco asked, his tone laced with concern.

My lips turned into an innocent smile, before nodding my head for his reassurance. Taylor took this as a signal to discreetly advance his hand further under my skimpy scarlet dress, a mischievous smirk uprooting upon my lips at his impatient demeanor. the game is finally set into motion. It took stunning features and a delicate smile to draw him into the lion's den, normally my vexatious side would indulge in another adventure of manslaughter that would charge my molecules. Now, it became occupied with thoughts of Alysanne, depriving me of the sensations that erotically graced my body with each victim.

While Taylor continued his approach of attempting to get closer to me, I raised my left leg upon his knees that allowed him more access for his fingers to caress my round ass. His fingers attaching a scorching flame against my skin, stirring the friction of each touch. Each throb that would ultimately appear in my core didn't manifest as its suppose to. Instead it became replaced with guilt and a seething repulsion. Directed at two people that didn't want to unregister from my brain. The devil and my best friend.