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  The Devil’s Angel

  by

  M.O. Kenyan

  The Devil’s Angel

  Copyright © 2016, M.O. Kenyan

  ISBN: 9781944270162

  Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.

  Electronic Publication: March 2016

  Editor: Pamela Tyner

  Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs

  eBooks are not transferable. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations in articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Back Cover Copy

  Loving you, lusting for her.

  Yvan D’Alessandro likes his women the same way he likes his business—exclusive and under his control. Unfortunately for him, he finds out that the woman he’s been sleeping with is having an affair with another man on the side. Furious, Yvan plans to exact a special kind of revenge on his cheating lover.

  All he needs is the help of her sister, Rae Santos…

  Sick and tired of having her life stolen from her by her vindictive twin sister, Rae accepts the proposition her sister’s new flame, sexy businessman Yvan D’Alessandro, offers. Unfortunately for her, it’s not long until she finds out that she may have bitten off more than she can chew.

  Content Warning: contains adult content

  Author’s Foreword

  Breathe a little easy...

  Chapter 1

  “No!” Yvan D’Alessandro shot up from his bed, wracked in cold sweat and the shakes. He covered his face with his hands and focused on his breathing.

  Ever since he had met the Santos girls it seemed his life had gone from one extreme to the other—unimaginable happiness and unfathomable fear and anger. His lust had gotten them into so much grief, but he had hoped that the love would save him. How could two women be so similar and yet be so different? Like night and day…but the appropriate term would be good and evil.

  He closed his eyes and he could almost hear the sound of her red stilettos against the hardwood floors of his office. She was beautiful, exotic, and had a pout that could drive a saint mad with desire. The rumor of a black dress caressed her lovely curves like a jealous lover. Her black hair lay straight on her back and her caramel skin made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her so bad, and he had. Rubi—he hated how his loins stirred at the thought of her. There were some things that she could do in bed that could not be rivaled. He hated himself for still wanting her, but he was still a man.

  A man who had been led by his cock, his eyes so glazed over with want that she had blinded him from what she truly was. One year ago today his life had unraveled. Even as he was getting ready to go back home to his wife and his new future, he couldn’t help but think of the genesis of the greatest hit his life had taken. The day he stopped trusting women and thought of them as vultures. Well, his wife was an exception.

  * * * *

  One year ago…

  “Fuck,” Yvan hissed through clenched teeth. He pulled his belt buckle open and freed his engorged member.

  “Oh. Excuse me, sir,” Rubi said in a little schoolgirl voice. “Would you please help me with something?”

  Yvan pulled his tie free, shoved his suit jacket off, and yanked his shirt over his head. He didn’t have time to bother with the buttons. “What is that, my very personal aid?”

  Rubi giggled, and for a second, his world tilted off its axis. He couldn’t count how many times that sound had bounced off the private bathroom of his office, echoed into his ears, and landed in his pulsing groin. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her. But Rubi was one for games. She wouldn’t give up the cookie without a few games first. Yvan was more than willing to play, because she was the best damn fuck he’d ever had. Rubi would tease and play, but at the end of their lunch break she was either up against the wall or on all fours, taking what he gave her like a good girl. He watched her with lust-filled eyes and inhaled the potent scent of sex, so wonderful and unique.

  Rubi caressed her inner thigh and continued up until he couldn’t see her hand anymore. But he could imagine what her fingers were doing. Yvan inhaled sharply, trying his best not to lessen the moment by grabbing his dick in his hand and giving himself relief. She suckled seductively on her thumb, twirling her tongue around it just as she would do to his dick whenever he sat at his desk. He closed his eyes and groaned at the memory of her on all fours, her full lips cradling his cock, her tongue teasing its head.

  “I was wondering if you could whisper something to my pussy. She’s been really lonely these days. Ever since you left on that business trip she won’t stop begging for attention. And there is only so much that I can do.” Her right hand still under her skirt, she used her left to free the buttons of her blouse. She pulled her breast out of her bra and fondled it. “Other parts of me have missed you too.”

  “Oh really?” Yvan advanced toward her, but Rubi held her hand out to stop him.

  “Not so fast, sweetheart.”

  Rubi was exotic, half-Cuban and half-black. She had a look about her that spelled out luxury. Her hair cascaded down around her high cheekbones and feminine jaw. A smile curved on her generous bottom lip…she obviously enjoyed the torture she exerted on Yvan. It was a sexy, wet smile, and one meant to tease.

  Yvan’s arousal was quickly turning into anger. Trust Rubi to turn him on and piss him off at the same time. Rubi liked angry sex. She liked to be taken rough and hard. It made her come harder. Something primal surged through him when she rolled her brown nipple between her fingers, hot and dangerous. Rubi leaned against the vanity, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her breath came in short, quick pants. No doubt she was on her way to bringing herself to a climax. Yvan couldn’t allow that.

  “Don’t even think about coming before I allow you to.”

  Rubi chuckled as she eased her skirt down her legs, and then her red, lace thong. Her shirt and bra soon followed. She stood before him in nothing but her crimson stilettos. Rubi turned to her side, her thigh hiding her pussy from him. She spread her legs slightly and her hand reached down once more. Rubi watched him as he watched her, her eyes never leaving his for a second. She moaned as she touched herself, and Yvan could just imagine how wet she was and how sweet her center would taste.

  Tired of the games, he rushed for her. He hooked his elbow under her knee and lifted her onto the vanity. He lowered his head between her legs and suckled her clit. “Damn, you taste good.”

  Rubi let out a shriek and his chest rumbled with approval. He pushed her thighs as far apart as he could. He wanted to feast on her, watch as her clit got hard, as her pussy glistened from pleasure as he serviced her. It was like drinking cool water from a fountain after days in the desert.

  Rubi grabbed his hair to force his head closer, but Yvan smacked her hand away.

  “Behave or I’m going to stop. Do you want me to stop?” He grabbed her shoulder and forced her back against the wall.

  Rubi whimpered and shook her head.

  “Damn, I wish I could spank you right now, but I don’t have time. I have a meeting in thirty minutes.” With the flat of his tongue he took a long lick of her juices. “I wish I could eat you all day, but there’s no time.”

  He reached down into his pants pocket and took out a condom. With an easy rip, he sheathed himself and lingered at her entrance.

  “Please,” Rubi begged.

  “Ah-ah.” Yvan pulled her toward him, and he hooked her knee over his shoulder. He placed his head on her shoulder and held her back. “Open your eyes…look at me. You can whore around with whoever y
ou want to, but no one fucks you as good as I do.”

  Yvan entered her with one swift stroke and buried himself to the hilt. Rubi came undone in his arms. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, just like all women did when they orgasm, but he didn’t let her. He forced her back and hammered into her repeatedly.

  * * * *

  Yvan sat at his desk and stared through the glass wall to where Rubi should have been sitting. She wasn’t there. The sex was great, but he didn’t understand why she consumed his every thought. He wasn’t in love with her—far from it. It was more about possessing her, making sure that no one else tasted her passion and appetite for sex.

  He could marry her, for the sex alone that was. Yvan didn’t believe in love. His parents didn’t love each other. In fact, it always seemed like they could barely stand the sight of one another. His father had his affairs, while his mother kept on a pool boy who didn’t do much pool work. Why not marry for lust instead of the elusive love? That was it. He’d made up his mind—he was going to marry her.

  Yvan saw his mother barrel down toward his office, and for a second, he thought about hiding under the table, but she had already seen him. He plastered a smile on his face and stood up to greet her.

  “Mother.” He kissed her cheek and held out a chair for her.

  “Your father is having an affair,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “And?” Yvan tried not to sound so callous, but he was exhausted with playing the intermediary between the two.

  “I think he plans on divorcing me and marrying the chit,” she huffed.

  “Oh God,” Yvan whispered. He struggled, and failed, to find the right words. So instead he took a seat and let the laughter roll out of him. “Is he serious? He knows that if he gets divorced he loses control of the company.”

  “Psh. Your father has been building up a nest egg by siphoning off company funds. I believe he’s got enough to get out of this D’Alessandro curse. Your grandfathers were bastards.” She toyed with the pearls around her neck. “What am I going to do? I need the money. And what about my society friends? They won’t be seen with a woman who was left by her husband. Your father won’t do this to me. I’ll kill him first.”

  “Please do.” Yvan got to his feet and opened his office door for his mother to leave. “Then maybe I could have a little bit of peace.”

  “I am your mother, young man.”

  “Then start acting like it. I have a lot of work to get done.”

  His mother rose from her chair with the ease of a queen. She held out a manila envelope for him, and for a moment, he almost didn’t take it.

  “What is this?”

  “The woman he has been sleeping with.” She clicked her tongue and, with a cold edge in her voice, said, “Although I don’t know why you would need a picture. The whore works here. I bet that you’re also screwing her. Que cosa, father and son dipping in the same honey pot.”

  Yvan’s gaze trailed Rubi as she emerged from the direction of his father’s office and took a seat at her desk. “That’s impossible, Mother. Rubi would never—”

  “Let me finish that for you, my son. Rubi would never sleep with a rich, old man for his money, jewelry, or anything his wallet can give her that his dick can’t. Don’t be stupid. Don’t tell me you are in love with the chit?”

  Yvan avoided his mother’s piercing gaze. He wasn’t in love with Rubi. Of course not. “Rubi Santos!” he bellowed.

  Rubi swayed into his office as she usually did, wearing a loaded smile that only he knew the meaning of.

  “Good afternoon, Mrs. D’Alessandro. What can I do for you, Mr. D’Alessandro?” She sounded so professional, and no guilt was evident in her eyes.

  Yvan gave the pictures to her. In a controlled voice he said, “Explain these please.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Let me guess—you have an evil twin sister out there sleeping with married men,” his mother said sarcastically.

  “I wouldn’t call her evil, just misguided.” Rubi ran to her desk and back. She held her phone up for Yvan to see. “Look, her name is Rae. She’s four minutes younger than I am.”

  Yvan reached for the phone and took a closer look at the picture. He saw two identical girls dressed in Halloween costumes. One as Little Bo Peep and the other in a Catwoman costume that looked almost like the one in the scandalous picture with his father. Yvan never thought he could feel so relieved. Over his mother’s head he gave Rubi a reassuring smile, a sign to show that he had never doubted her for a second.

  “I’ll take care of this, Mother. Maybe you should go speak to Father.”

  “I’ll do that. Tell your sister to stay away from my husband,” his mother warned before storming out of the office.

  “You don’t know how relieved I am—”

  “You thought that was me!”

  Yvan cringed at the horrified hurt look in Rubi’s eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “I know we don’t have an exclusive relationship, but I don’t have sex with multiple partners at the same time. You might be used to that, but I’m not. I’m honestly hurt right now, Yvan. All this while I’ve been hoping…”

  “What?” Yvan waited with bated breath. “What have you been hoping?”

  “It’s silly. I should go. No doubt your mother wants me fired now.”

  Yvan’s heart broke when he saw the tears roll down her cheeks.

  “I’m out of a job, and I’ve lost a man I care about. You’ll have my resignation by the end of the day.”

  “No…wait.” He couldn’t let her go. Not like this. “Have dinner with me tonight. Then tomorrow, spend the weekend with me in Saint Barts. Let’s forget this mess with your sister and my father. Let’s just think about us.”

  Chapter 2

  It had taken Yvan a month to find Rae. Rubi wasn’t forthcoming with her sister’s address and had begged him to let her handle her sister. He had been fine with it at first, but his mother had come up with new raunchy pictures of his father and Rae. This time there was full nudity on both their parts. He was tired of watching his mother suffer because of Rae, and he didn’t want Rae’s behavior to result in Rubi not being accepted in his family—that was if he went forward with the ludicrous idea of marrying her.

  He’d had Rae secretly investigated and was now sitting outside her place of work. He checked the address the investigator had given him and looked through the window of his BMW. He was sure this couldn’t be the place. What would a woman like Rae be doing working in an orphanage? Maybe this is how she atones for her sins.

  Yvan got out of his car and walked through the old, creaky orphanage gates. He didn’t know what an orphanage was supposed to feel like, but this one had a welcoming aura around it. Like a loving embrace from a parent. Ironic, because he didn’t know what such an emotion felt like, and neither did these kids. He went to the reception desk and there he was given directions on how to find Rae Santos.

  He walked down the halls of the orphanage, across the courtyard, and to the on-site preschool. Yvan heard the melodic voices of children singing. He watched as they chased each other on the playground and smiled as they gathered around one of their female teachers. Yvan was perhaps a hundred meters away from her, but the mystery woman seemed to have a calming presence about her. The sun bounced off her raven hair, little specks of light forming what looked like a halo around her head.

  He snapped out of his trance at the ringing of a bell over his head which wreaked havoc with his eardrums. The children squealed as they ran back into their class, leaving their teacher behind. Yvan watched as she limped slightly after them. As if she felt him watching her, she turned to face him, smiled, then waved.

  Any warmth he had felt for the teacher quickly fled his body as it was replaced by stone cold ice. This was the woman who was threatening his mother’s stability and his peace of mind, not Mary Poppins. He stared into a reflection of Rubi’s face. She had the same brown eyes and caramel complexio
n. A preschool teacher at an orphanage was hardly whore material. But looks were always deceiving. He couldn’t let himself get side-tracked, not now when he was already here.

  “Rae Santos, I want to speak to you!” Yvan took long, angry strides to her.

  She stretched her hand out to greet him, but he wasn’t interested. Yvan grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her toward the playground.

  “Excuse me, sir, you’re hurting me. Sir.” There was a catch in her tone, like she was crying, but that didn’t stop him.

  Yvan dragged her behind him until he was sure they were far enough from the classroom that no one could hear them. He pulled her in front of him with such force that she stumbled.

  “Hey! What’s going on?” Tears danced in her eyes as she grabbed her left knee. “I don’t understand what I did?”

  Looking into her soft gaze offset by sad, worried eyes, he didn’t understand either. Rae Santos didn’t look like a seductress. Her hair was done in a long braid at the side of her head and lay on her shoulder and chest. She wore a cardigan and a long, flannel skirt with tennis shoes. The strangest thing was that she didn’t have a lick of makeup on her face. She was hardly plain, though not the type of girl he went after. But that didn’t stop his heart from beating almost out of his chest. The thing was, he wasn’t sure if it was racing because of anger or something else.

  * * * *

  Rae had little to look forward to in this world. She didn’t expect anything exciting to happen to her. On this morning, like any other, she expected that the fresh air and listening to the children sing would be the highlight of her day. But now her arm was in a death grip, the only intimate contact from the opposite sex she had ever had. However, the handsome man didn’t seem at all pleased to see her.

  “What’s going on?” Rae held onto her knee and tried to make sure she didn’t lose her balance and fall.