An Angel for the Devil Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Forbidden, Kink, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“What if he says no, Mom?” I ask, looking down at my old cutoff jeans. My dirty knees. The way my breasts jut out, pointy and small. Unlike the women I see in magazines with gorgeously round bosoms. “Will he want…this?”

A cynical laugh leaves her. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that.” She points to the door of the bedroom. “Go take a shower. We have some work to do.”

Chapter 2

Alistair

I’m not sure what causes me to look up from my paperwork, through the rain-blurred window of the limousine. Ever since yesterday, there has been an itch between my shoulder blades. Something prickly under the starched collar of my dress shirt. If I believed in bullshit hocus pocus, I might even think it was a premonition.

Ever since I had the sensation of being watched yesterday, I’ve been unable to focus on work—and I don’t take kindly to this kind of distraction. Work is the only thing worth focusing on, after all. So when I look up from the rental reports on my lap and see the girl walking in the rain, I tell myself it’s not my fucking problem.

I’ve been left in the rain before. Literally and metaphorically.

It’s only the end of the world if one allows it to be.

And I certainly didn’t allow myself the self-pity.

Whoever this stranger is, she shouldn’t have been stupid enough to forget her umbrella. Maybe she’ll learn a lesson from getting stranded on this long stretch of road without assistance. God knows when I faced the same obstacle, I decided to change my life. Decided never to be left out in the rain again—and I haven’t.

At age thirty-one, I do the leaving now.

Ignoring the sting in my chest—and despite my best effort to ignore the girl—I lean forward in the backseat to get a better look as we pass.

“Stop.”

That barked command to the driver is pulled from a deep, untouched recess inside of me. As I sit staring at the vision on the other side of the window, the itching between my shoulder blades dulls and stops completely. I don’t like that. I don’t like it one bit. Who is this…creature? She is soaked to the skin, her thin dress molded to a tight, young body. Long blonde hair is plastered to her shoulders, neck and forehead.

And she’s smiling.

I don’t realize I’ve moved as close as possible to the glass until my ragged breath fogs the window and obscures my vision. Cursing with impatience, I throw open the back door and step out, buttoning my suit coat. An action I normally perform out of habit, but this time doubles as a method of hiding my erection.

Fuck. I can’t remember the last time a specific female got me hard.

I’ve been with women, of course, but I prefer the efficiency of my own fist. It’s fast and doesn’t require any conversation. I only engage in sex or masturbation to meet the needs of my body. Not for enjoyment. Certainly not for love. In short, I’m shocked to find myself painfully hungry for this girl in a matter of seconds.

My jacket is growing more and more drenched while I try to distinguish the color of her nipples through the thin dress. With an inward command to get myself in order, I reach back into the limousine for my umbrella, opening it and marching over to the waterlogged blonde.

Drawing closer, I’m disgusted when I’m attacked by an uncharacteristic wave of sympathy. The girl can’t be more than eighteen. Who the hell left her vulnerable out here in nothing more than a slip? Because my God, is she ever vulnerable. If someone with more sinister intentions were to drive by, she’d be in serious danger, this beautiful, fragile little thing.

As it is, I’m not positive she’s safe from me.

Up close, my attraction burns even hotter. She’s nothing short of angelic. I’ve never seen such a luscious mouth, skin that begs for a man’s hands. Tits designed to scramble a lesser man’s brain. Wide green eyes. She’s a sexual fantasy and yet, her innocence gives her an air of being almost…off limits to a bastard like me.

Too sweet to sully.

Suddenly I’m finding it hard to swallow. “What the fuck are you doing out here in the rain?” I bark, much louder than intended.

Her smile dims. She blinks. “W-walking, sir.”

Sir. That word vibrates through me, leaving sensual destruction in its path. “Walking. From where?”

“Home. I just went for a walk. I didn’t know it was going to rain, but…” She looks up at the sky and the sun chooses that moment to peek through the clouds, bathing her face in light. “I don’t mind it. Rain is nothing to be scared of. It just means the angels are watching a sad movie.”

“The other angels, you mean?” Christ, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. The blood that has left my brain and relocated in my groin is obviously affecting me mentally. That almost qualified as a compliment and I don’t dole those out. Saying nice things to people makes them want to stick around and I’m not interested in company. Being alone is my preferred state. “I suppose you think I’m going to offer you my umbrella? I’m not. You should always be prepared for a storm.”


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