The Angel's Secret

The Angel's Secret

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"What are you?" Jenna asks the man standing in front of her. "Whatever you want me to be Jenna," he laughed, smiling a devilish smile at her. "Don't you remember that night? My hands tracing down your back, you slowly asking me for more. Jenna you were mine then and you are mine now," his booming laughter filling her ears, scaring her more than anything. "You never told me what you were, what you wanted with me, and why you were so interested in me . . . Or else I would have never gone near you," Jenna growled out the last lines of her small speech. "I am what you always thought me to be Jenna... Now say it with me, because I want to know that you understand clearly," he stopped, watching her as began to press herself to the wall, "Hell hound, Jenna. I'm a hell hound," his face showed her something she didn't want to know, the truth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hell hounds, Guardians of the Realm, Demons and Angels? Is this life going to be way to much for Jenna? Will she wish for her old life? Could she go back to her old life? These questions weigh heavily on Jenna's mind. Now she has choice to make. Who will she choose?
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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