Sweet Downfall (21 page)

Speech finally found her delectable lips coated with pink gloss. “How could you?! How could you do that, you low-life?!!”

Uh-huh, scandal number two in the making, he thought. His staff had all stopped working to watch the action. Only, he wasn’t directing.

“Everything stays here! If something goes out, you’re all fired!” he shouted.

He then picked up Angie’s bag from the table, grabbed her arm and dragged her out of there.

She pummeled him with her free hand, her little fist landing on his chest, stomach, neck, cheek.

Hot damn, she was wild!

“Bastard! Pig! Snake! I hate you! I hate you!” She was calling him all names from the pits and he was getting harder and harder with every small impact of her fist landing on his body. His employees stared at them in slack-jawed shock. Angie’s screams were reverberating all over the place.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll feed you to the dogs you good for nothing slime! Let me go!”

“Wow, where’d you learn to cuss like that? I could hire you as one of the villains for my next flick.”

She punched him in the jaw.

Cussing, he practically pushed her toward his private office and locked the door.

Angie was not finished. She picked up a bronze sculpture and threw it at his head. He ducked, narrowly missing concussion. The artwork crashed behind him, only inches from a glass divider.

“Shit!” That was a valuable Solomon Saprid, practically a national treasure!

His private office had glass walls on two sides and his staff could still see how Angie was trying to maul him to pulp. She will likely total his office’s expensive interior in less than a minute. The woman was on the warpath.

He dragged her inside another room, his personal hide-out. It was a 100-square meter space resembling a hotel suite. If he needed to work extra hours into the night, he’d sleep here. It was soundproof and private and she could yell all she wanted and nobody would hear.

Leaning casually on the door with his arms crossed over his chest, he watched the tigress run riot, picking stuff and hurling it everywhere. He’d never seen her like this, wild and out of control. Not even during her younger days.

“What, don’t tell me you’re finished?” he teased her when she paused to catch her breath.

“What’s the matter? Afraid your staff will hear how disgusting you are?” she spat.

“On the contrary, I don’t want them to witness how Miss Angelina Yulo makes a scary spectacle of herself. I’m doing it for your benefit. This is my place. I can do whatever I want here. I can be disgusting anytime and they will just look the other way.”

That brought more color to her already flaming cheeks. He smirked. “Go on.”

He threw her bag on one of the sofas. It was a black silver studded thing probably inspired by the band Kiss for those hard-core Hell’s Angels’ wives and girlfriends. Was that a skull on the latch? He was a rocker and he liked leather and silver, but on his sweet Angie, he only liked feminine clothes and stuff, not that she didn’t look plain smashing in that white, tight, one-piece number she had on.

“That ugly thing looks really lethal.”

That seemed to catch her off-guard and she looked at her bag, then back at him. “That’s a couture Alexander McQueen, idiot!”

What did he care about queens designing scary goth stuff for women? He would, but only for costumes in his horror or fantasy movies. “You have a gun in there?”

“If I had, you won’t be standing there, you slime!”

“Tsk, you’re getting redundant, sweetheart. You wanna kill me that bad? What did I do this time?” he deliberately asked her that rhetorical question to goad her temper further. He’d like to see more of that fire.

“How dare you imply to the press that I leaked the video myself?!”

He shrugged. “Turnabout is fair play, baby. Now you know how it feels.”

“I know you did it! And don’t call me baby! I’m not your baby!”

“Careful Ms. Yulo or you might just get a lawsuit out of that totally baseless accusation. I’m done letting you and your family accuse me of crime after crime.”

“And I’m surprised you haven’t been convicted of any of those crimes! Because you are capable of anything! You have no morals and zero conscience!”

“What about your morals, Miss Engaged-to-be Married? Have you told your fiancé yet that you fucked your ex while planning your wedding?”

She went to pick up her badass-looking bag and this time, her aim was accurate.

It hit the side of his neck hard.

Shit, those studs hurt!

He closed the distance between them and grabbed her, intent only on one thing.

“I will show you what I’m capable of, you wild little bitch!”

Angie tried to break free.
She hit him with her fists and kicked him with all her might. He grunted in pain when the metal toe cap of her Louboutin shoe caught him in the shin.

He grunted in pain.“Dammit, you little tigress!”

He hauled her on top of a table, spread her legs and planted his solid frame between them.

The position left her vulnerable.

“Let me go!” she screeched, her nails aiming for his face but he was fast. He caught her wrists and held them behind her back like an iron manacle, rendering her defenseless.

She was breathing so hard her chest might explode. She made a blood-curdling sound, baring her teeth at him.

“If you bite me, I swear on your McQueen, I’ll fuck you as many times as the number of metal studs in that hideous piece of junk.”

He slammed his palm between her legs and squeezed. She froze, ranting forgotten. Her body was now suddenly feverish and frantic from a different kind of turbulence. “Jaq!”

The next thing that happened was purely instinctive.

Their lips connected.

She didn’t know who kissed who first. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was him. But it didn’t matter. They were devouring each other’s lips, their tongues twisting and twining like hungry serpents. Her hunger was matched by his own.

He let go of her hands and she wrapped them tightly around his torso, wanting to feel more of him. More! She undulated against him, burning with need to feel him naked, rubbing all over her.

He paused from kissing her only to unzip her dress at the back and pushed it down her shoulders, exposing her chest. “Fuck...” he growled, tugging to free her arms from the sleeves. He impatiently unclasped her strapless bra and her breasts were free.

His mouth immediately latched on her nipples like a hungry newborn, the suctions he made making her faint with pleasure. Her nipples seemed to have some live electric connection to her groin. The more he sucked her, the more she throbbed between her legs.

“Do you hate me? Do you hate this?” he rasped in between flicking and rolling her nipples with his tongue, grazing them with his teeth gently.

She could only moan in response. She was shaking, her bones melting, her blood rushing hotly, her skin so sensitive, her entire body on fire!

He cupped her mound again, his fingers setting her flimsy, silk underwear aside. He delved into her wetness. She cried out, biting her lower lip as his fingers petted her now very moist sex. Once awakened from years of dormant state, her sensuality came back with a vengeance. It took only one touch from this man and she burst into flames, and right now, he was stoking her flames into a raging wildfire. He knew the epicenter of her pleasure. His wicked fingers played with her clit and it was madness, the toe-curling sensations!

“You’re so wet. Is this for me? Hmm? Are you wet for me?” He slipped one finger inside her.

She gasped. “Yes! Oh, yes!”

He slipped two digits in, rubbing that spot that made her shudder in further excitement. “Jaq!”

“Fuck, I wanna eat your pussy but I can’t wait. I want you so much! I gotta have you now!”

He unzipped his fly and freed his manhood. She went weaker at the sight of it, knowing how it would pleasure and satisfy her in the next instant.

She wanted him inside her, so deep inside her.

Without hesitation, she touched him, gripped his thick shaft, loving the raw power she literally held in her hand. He felt incredible! Such contrasting textures. Soft and yet hard. Ridged and yet velvet smooth.

He kissed her and thrust in her hand repeatedly, the intensity of his arousal vibrating in her palm. “You want that? Hmm? Want that? Tell me!”

“Yes, oh yes! I want you! I want this!”

He cupped her bottom and lifted her off the table. She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips. He backed her on a wall. She held on to his muscled shoulders as he adjusted their position. He was so strong, so powerful.

Then she felt him, so scorching hot, probing her entrance. She was so wet and eager that he slid in without discomfort. He impaled her, slowly...so slowly that she cannot wait. “Jaq, more…more!” she panted, wanting to absorb all of his length inside her at once.

But he controlled the motion, guiding her hips so that he would enter her only by increments. She waited helplessly as he lowered her onto his shaft deeper…then lifted her again, then pushed her down again deeper...and deeper still. He was so big, so hard and hot and she wanted to be filled by him. All of him! “Jaq, deeper!”

“Yeah? You’re craving for this cock? You want it deeper? Like this?”

He kissed her hard and rammed to the hilt.

She keened, clamped around him, squeezing him inside her. There was no discomfort now, only delicious pressure testing the limits of her sheath.

And then he was moving, thrusting in and out of her, her body weight resting entirely on his arms and hips as he lifted her up and down on his erection. She threw her head back, losing all control, aware only of his heat, his power, this mind-blowing pleasure he was giving her.

He sucked on her breasts, taking in as much of each globe in his mouth. The combined contact of his lips on her breasts and his shaft moving in and out of her was overwhelming. Her core churned as he quickly built up an inferno of the most exquisite pleasure.

He pumped into her like a piston, his hands holding her bottom cheeks firmly, slamming her down on him as he surged upward in her. The angle of his penetration rubbed that familiar super-sensitive spot inside of her that he’d usually tease with his fingers. So good! Too good!

The flood of sensations hurled her straight to the peak too soon.

All too soon!

She keened helplessly as her universe exploded.

He swallowed her scream with his kiss.

She swam in the savage upheaval happening within her womb as he thrust into her even harder and deeper, jarring her entire body with his animal strength.

“Fuck, baby, I’m coming...!”

She hugged him tight and licked his lips. “Come to me. Inside me! Fill me!”

“Here we go...Squeeze me! Yes! Now...Now! Ffffuuuuck!”

He shuddered violently in her arms.

It was the most sublime feeling, her body absorbing the quickening of his entire frame as he experienced his own peak.

Seconds later, he slumped against her as they both labored to breathe. His lips were resting in the crook of her shoulder, his tongue skimming her skin gently.

Oh God. This was so good she couldn’t describe it.

The next thing she knew, she was lying fully naked on her side on the bed and Jaq was sliding his naked, sweaty body behind her, wrapping his arms around her, twining their legs spoon-fashion. Just like in the past.

“Jaq…”

“Shhh.” He kissed her hair gently.

She didn’t say anything anymore. She let her sated body revel in the afterglow in his arms.

Sometime later, he made love to her again...and again, taking her in various positions that made her gasp in awe and moan in absolute delight. She didn’t know she was capable of such bed acrobatics. Their lovemaking years ago was pretty traditional compared to what they were doing now. Her modesty was stripped by Jaq’s total lack of inhibitions. He made love the way he played his guitar during his Oblivion days, wild and free.

He pleasured her until she couldn’t move a single muscle in satiety.

She fell asleep in his arms, forgetting the outside world.

Jaq paced the hallway restlessly.
He had been walking the expanse of his office for almost thirty minutes now, deeply unsettled and…afraid.

What happened there in his private room totally freaked him out. It was the same the other time in his house. No, better. He had taken her successively, so ravenous for her that he had forgotten they were in his office.

Even now, after his body would have been overfed with several earth-shaking climaxes, he still wanted her. He wanted to crawl back into bed with her and just touch her, feel her skin on his, smell her, taste her...and stay like that forever. He’d never experienced that kind of intimacy with any other woman, where he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Not before and after her.

This was freaking him out big time.

This was just sex. Pure animal lust.

So, why was he pacing like a caged animal about to get slaughtered? Like a terrified prisoner awaiting a verdict? A verdict that he could only give. The reality of his fear was staring him in the face and it stung like a motherfucker.