Page 25 of Destined for the Devil
Isla awakened something within me I’d never known before. It was primal, raw, untamed, and consuming. A passion that blazed hotter than hell itself.
As soon as Isla disappeared into her room, I kicked Jen out and took a long-ass fucking shower. I scrubbed. I scrubbed every inch of my skin, disgust seeping into my soul at the thought of having touched someone else and not Isla. I soaked under the shower for an eternity, contemplating what the fuck was wrong with me.
I couldn’t take a full breath in from the knowledge that in two days I would lose her.
The fantasy life was over.
But the next morning at sunrise, like usual, I stepped out of my room to head to the gym when I noticed that Isla’s bedroom door was open and she was gone. Panic surged through me at the thought that she’d left so abruptly. I barged in, frantically looking around, but it seemed that she’d just stepped out—all her things were still in the room.
And a few hours later she waltzed back into the apartment in her little tight leggings that accentuated her perfect juicy bubble butt and a sports bra, her delicious tits peeking out just enough to give me a boner. I couldn’t control my dirty thoughts.
Silently, she approached me sitting at the dining table and handedme a green juice. Then she took a few steps back and leaned against the kitchen island, sipping on her own drink and staring me down. With angry confidence, she asked, "Your little fuck fest last night...why did you feel you had to get me involved?"
Hahaha!I laughed in my head at how completelyobliviousshe was. Or maybe she was just playing dumb. It was so obvious, Isla! I was angry as fuck that you're about to abandon me, and besides wanting to get revenge on you, I also just wanted to have the next best thing to fucking you: looking into your eyes while doing it.
"Well, you said you're leaving so I can have my privacy back and bring a girl over, and I wanted to show you that I never felt that you robbed me of privacy while here."
I sipped on the juice too and immediately regretted it. Blech. I fucking hated green juice with its kale and celery and shit.
"You have fucking issues, Roman,” she responded strongly. “I don't know what the fuck happened to you or why you're suddenly so full of anger and resentment toward me, but fuck! I can't wait to move out!” Her beautiful eyes widened with fury, and she threw her hand up in the air, as if to prove how much she wanted to get out of here. “Youtextedme to come watch you fuck that girl! Who fucking does that?!”
"As I said, privacy was never the concern while you were here.”
She mulled over my words for a moment before scoffing, a mixture of anger and resignation in her voice. Yeah, she definitely thought I was a freak. With a bitter shake of her head, she ended the conversation. “Well, thanks for the live porn show last night.”
At this, she turned on her heels and strutted into her room, her hips swaying and her tempting body retreating away from me.
Ugh. I slumped down, resting my forehead on the table, completely fucking overwhelmed at everything that had been happening inside me since she told me she had a job interview. Everything went off the rails,and in my fear of losing her, I was acting like an unhinged fucking lunatic.
I sipped on the disgusting juice only becauseshebrought it. She thought of me. That simple act made me down the repulsive liquid, and I fucking liked it because she was somehow involved.
Isla spent the day locked away in her room, and I spent the day trying to figure out how to, one, stop her from leaving and, two, what the fuck to do about work.
My work problems were ballooning every day, but I couldn’t focus on anything. Someone was trying to take over our contracts—Claudio Rodriquez, only one man; I knew that. I had respect for him. He’d been around for a long time and held onto his power through ups and downs. He was ruthless and dirty, but we all had an unspoken rule: he didn't mess with what we did, and we didn't encroach on his business. But clearly, he began to feel differently, and it was only a matter of time before he would come to me to discuss. I had to figure out how to approach his demands.
As the day died down, my mood worsened. I stepped out onto my patio and lit a cigarette, thinking about my life and what I was even doing on this planet.
I was such a lowlife. I killed, I robbed, I fucked without love, I lost everyone dear to me, and I had no emotional connection to anything or anyone. Except Isla. For her, I’d give it all up. Just to be worthy of her. Just to have her attention.
I longed to make love to her. I was obsessed with being beside her. She was the only thing in my life that was...worth living for.
Wow.
How did I fall this hard, this fast, for a girl I barely knew?
The door opened behind me, and ever so quietly, Isla slipped onto the patio. She stopped right beside me, marveling at the city enveloped indusk.
"What a beautiful view,” she stated the obvious in her angelic voice. Then, to my great surprise, she reached over and plucked the cigarette out of my fingers. Carefully, gently—a fucking tease. With a small smile on her face, she brought it to her lips and took a short drag.
As if zoomed in on her face, I watched her lips pucker around it. This was the most sexually charged thing that had ever happened to me. Fuck. I imagined her doing that around my cock, and I had to remind myself to breathe. She blew the smoke out and smiled again, as if shy.
"What?" she asked with a shrug. I made up something silly.
"Young girls shouldn't smoke. It can cause problems for your fertility."
"Old men shouldn't smoke either. It can cause problems for your dick,” she responded without hesitation but with clear provocation, turning to me fully and taking another puff.
My eyes roamed her face while the smoke escaped her lips—slowly, sensually, her smile still lingering.
