Making love in the devil's arms ( mature content in it)

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I literally glued myself on the kitchen stool...The boys had left for the living room .  I fiddled with my dress hem. I was startled by a loud knock on the stone table. I surprisingly look up and was.welcomed by two warm brown eyes. His black hair fell on his forehead. He had a half smirk adorning his face. He wore a black tee with a leather jacket and denims. His jacket was in his hands and tattoos peeked from underneath his muscular arms. "Hey." He said as he pulled a stool opposite to me. I didn't reply. Even though he was being nice and civil to me but somehow I cannot manage to shrug off the fact that he is a criminal. It's not that am scared ... I was just ...intimidated I believe. "I am Jake...."  I still kept mum. He sighed shaking his head. " Girl.. I wont hurt you...but you did put yourself in a complete mess...now you are stuck with us. " I felt my mouth going dry...I look down...at my knotted fingers. I felt his gaze on me...and I look up. There is something about him that just makes me feel wierd...reminds me of....no dont think about it.
None of us spoke..we just stared at each other...both lost in our own thoughts until he shook himself off the thought chain. "Um...is there any left overs of ...of the food...I heard that you prepared some dope breakfast...The boys are going gaga over it. " he looked almost embarrassed. His smile was so generous that it irked me to feed him till his neck. I smiled at him politely. "Of course." I was about to get up when I was stopped by his hands on my wrist. "What is your name?" I softly mumble. "My name is Rose." His brows creased. His mind wandered over again. He looked up to me " What's your full name." I could feel his hands tightening around my wrist. "Ro..Rose Knight." I say...almost like a whisper. He suddenly drops my hand. I pull back.

I put a steaming plate of Ratatouille in front of the huge man who almost looked like a kid right now. Something was definitely bothering him. I was filled with a warm mushy feeling when his eyes lit up like a young urchin. "How do you know it's my favorite food.?"...his eyes sparkled with a glimer of childish joy. I smiled at him but I actually smiled at a fading memory of a six years old boy.

He sat on the wooden table with his eyes on the rubic cube...his eyes were serious. A woman of dark hair ruffled his hair and puts a plate of ratatouille in front of him. His serious eyes suddenly lit up like a firework as he devoured the food with appreciative moans.

I jerked out of my thoughts looking at the man in front of me. He was thinking hard again. He chewed slowly with his brows and eyes creased into a frown. "What's wrong?" I asked softly. He seemed to jerk awake of a thought. As he looked up at me I think I saw his water line glistening. Was he upset? I dont think its my business but I found myself strangely disturbed by his crestfallen face. "Oh its nothing...quite impossible..." he says with a nervous laugh. Pursuing my lips I decided not to pester him more. "Where are you from?" He asks all of  a sudden. I have always dreaded this question. I dont know my origin because I was too young ...when...when...well...when I was adopted my an ngo. "I don't know." I somehow could bot bring myself to lie to him. I let out a sigh. "What do you mean by you don't know?" His voice was low and soft almost like a whisper. I was unable to answer. He looked at me sympathetically. "Thank you for the food. It was really delicious." He was about to leave when I lost my control. I wanted to tell him everything. I just wanted to. I needed to let it off my chest. "They found me on the beach with my unconscious mother." Tears brimmed my eyes. He spun at me. His eyes were very violent. I came near me...his towerd over my small frame. I hid my tear stained face as I stare at my feet. His softy grabbed my chin and lifted my face to meet his eyes. "Tell me everything." His sudden interest in my past was confusing but still I wanted to tell atleat one soul about my past.
"I was then three year old..I just remember scraps of incidents...there was a party...I still remember how beautiful the lights were....my father
And my my brother were wearing suits...he looked adorable...I dont remember after that my mom fed me...I fell asleep..as I told you I was three....I woke up when I felt my mother clutching me ro her chest as she screamed. My brother and father disappeared forever on that day and some men raped mom and made me watch it...I was young...I didn't understand but later I did...and when I did....it was a horrible realization. Next thing I remember was  eing interrogated  by some nice women...later they became my family...I don't know what happened to my mom...I didn't speak for a year to anyone. Later the ngo healed me with counselling...I detached from them a year back to find myself a job....thats where how I got here..." I didn't realize that I was crying all along. I was embraced in a warm hug. I felt him shake a little...I think he was sobbing too. He released me a darted out the room...not giving me a second glance...I stood there in the middle of the room contemplating my own horrors.

I sat down on a stool...too drained...I touched my beating chest when I came into the contact of the silver heart shaped pendant. I forgot I had it on me...I guess all these events made me oblivious to my own self. I stared at the dainty craft of embossing on the locket. I rarely look at them because their happy faces hurt me. I unlocked my four fold silver locket. I have my family near to my heart whim I seldom give time. I rub my thumb over each picture and shut it bacn again when I heard some footsteps. I look at the door way to see who it was. The broken face of Jake leaned on the wall his arms slumping. "Um....I uh...I have some clothes for you...you have to get changed from that bloody piece of cloth." With that he left a peach midi dress on the table. He gave me a small smile and left
Pic of the dress

I took almost two minutes to process what happened. I picked up the beautiful dress and stared at it until Chace came and dragged me to a room to get changed.