The Devil and Her Perfectionist Boss

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE: HELL AND HEAVEN

IAN GABRIELLE downed the last of the vodka in his glass and waited for the effect to affect his brain, but it didn't. It was nothing.

Nothing to compare when the girl is lying on the bed and tempting to touch her. He had called Isaac earlier and the girl's name was Christine. The head of the magazine. Second lead. His life is full of people who work in the magazine industry. Seems so weird. He thought.

He is thinking of getting wasted and having a lot of alcohol tonight, having some fun and getting laid down. But here he is babysitting a woman who is drunk. And it's been three hours. He doesn't know why he stayed but he thinks that it is a good idea.

Ian started to walk on the side of the bed to get a sleep but the woman woke up and looked at herself. Christine started to see whether she was naked or not. But the smell of a man lingers on her. It had a damn good smell. And that's when they notice their position.

“I guess the sleeping beauty is awake.” A man said and walked to the couch near the bed. Chrsitine looked at him suspiciously and saw that he was identical to Isaac. His eyes…but one thing is different. It has no emotions.

“Isaac Brother. Ian.” Christine said, and Ian looked at him when he said her name. He wanted to hear more. So he started to ask some questions. “What do you want?” Christine's body seemed to get hot when she heard his voice again and sent shivers all throughout her. That man's effect is incredible.

Christine laid down and ready for the thought of getting laid. “I want to get laid. They said s*x can make you forget every sadness that you are feeling.” Christine said and, unaware, what her answer could do to Ian.

“I don't like doing it to someone who is not capable of seeing how I can bring them to heaven as well as to my home. Hell.” Ian said, and Christine just looked at the ceiling and felt the presence of Ian.

It was the glass ceiling that she was seeing and her red silk dress was seeing a sight of it. Not until she decided to take it off and leave her lingerie and Ian watched her undressing herself. Ian is making a rational decision right now. But he wanted her.

Christine looked at the ceiling when she took everything off and Ian came to his view. Without his sleeves on. He saw a Greek body that gave more heat in the room.

“Are you sure about this?” Ian's voice was hoarse and contemplating whether he was gonna kiss her or not. “Yes. Take the pain away. Ian.” Christine said, and her fingers made contact with Ian's heated skin. It gives them pleasure. She was burned not because of the alcohol, but because there was something in her that she wanted to do.

Ian growled at the touch of her, taking her into his arms and leaned in and kissed her. Chrsitine started to close her eyes and didn't want to turn from the path she was talking down. And the calm of the kiss is over. It was becoming hard and I wanted more.

Deep. Hard. Hungry and desperate and everything she ever fantasized about. Ian making contact with her body is nothing more like heaven. He took Christine on his hips and Christine wrapped her legs on Ian's hips and made contact with a couch. Ian sat down and their kiss got deepened and hard.

“Ian,” she whispered, a plea. Not for him to stop just to give more and keep going. He kissed her neck, bare shoulder and her earlobe, which gave her more wetness down there. Ian was aroused right now as he spoke to her, he saw how pleasure was written all over her place.

They are lost in the sensations that their body is pressing and wanting more. And that's where Ian's hands roam around her stomach and thighs. That's when Christine moans beautifully. Making Ian desperate for more. She wants a kiss and Ian seems to hear her and kiss her. He kissed her back with the same intensity, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth , letting his desperation fuel her own.

She took a sharp breath when his hand roamed in her breast. Her n*****s are puckering beneath the black fabric that hides them from him. Aching for him and wanting to touch him.

“Want me to touch it?” Ian asked and kissed her neck while her hand was touching her wetness.

“Please, Ian. Oh God.” Christine seems like a s*x addict but she hides her embarrassment. There was no time for hesitation. She wanted something new and she couldn't put a word on it. Ian knows what it is.

Ian obeyed her command, his hands coming down to cup her, thumb teasing her through her lingerie. He takes off her lingerie and her body is on the show. And looked at her but Christine seemed to get shy so she put her arms on her breast when the man talked.

“Let me look at you Christine.” Ian intertwined their hands and Christine's cheeks heated up at the sight of him. She is sitting on her lap/completely naked. Nothing to hide.

“Damn, beautiful, gorgeous. All mine. You're all mine.” Ian said and looked at Christine's eyes and felt something bulging. “Y-Yes.” Christine said and her wetness was making a drip in Ian's pants.

For the first time in her life. She feels so accepted by this kind of feeling. She hadn't experienced desire and hadn't been craving a man's touch. Not only Ian came to her.

And now she was on fire, the sensation of heat, so painful and beautiful that she had to embrace it.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her breast, his tongue tracing it, and her hand made its way to her hair and held it. While on the other hand, teasing her about her slick folds and touching her down there while paying with her breast is new to her.

“So wet for me.” He said and chuckled as he licked and kissed his way back to her mouth, fingers pushing deeper, sliding over his c******s. As he put another one she moved on top of him, wanting more. Hungry for more.

“Get behind the couch,” Ian said. Hard and demanding. Christine was confused and obeyed him. It gives her excitement, Ian excites her. She is fully exposed, so Ian is on her side and starts to buckle as he leaves nothing and sees how big he is.

“Eyes ahead young woman.” And she obeyed again , because she wanted this.

And there is no turning back.

He slid his hand down her bare back, cupped her butt and teased her. Her wetness is helping her heighten the arousal. And then she heard him opening a condom packet. She knows it and is glad that he knows it too.

“Ready?” he asked. Christine just nodded and it was taken as permission. He pushed into her slowly and she dug her nails into the couch as he filled her. He went deeper at this angle and Christine made a loud moan. This was her first and it was so f*****g painful. Ian stopped when he noticed that Christine was crying.

“It hurts.” She said and Ian kissed her. Making her at ease. “Tell me when you are ready,” Ian said softly, and kissed him back. She adjusts to him and when she feels that she wants more. She moves. Making him deeper.

As he starts to thrust slowly into her and it's just a snap, it becomes so hard that she thinks about how he fits into her. Ian reached between her thighs and slid his fingers over her c******s, making her something on her stomach.

And Ian noticed it and whispered to her. “Moan for me, Christine, and release it.” When Ian gave her permission to do it.

She let out a moan. “Ian, please… more.” Christine pleaded and Ian obliged her.

Heat comes again this time and she doesn't stop it as her orgasm crashes into her and Ian doesn't stop and puts magic into her.

He slowed his rhythm so he could feel my orgasm in him and let me feel every inch of him. Chistine moaned and moaned when Ian thrust deeper and faster this time. Another orgasm is coming to her but her thighs are shaking, sweat beading on their faces. He kept on pushing and pushing her higher and further.

“Ian… I'm so close.. Again.”

“Come with me. Christine.” He thrust harder, faster.. His fingers moved with him and he flicked once again and I felt him pulse his erection deep inside of her and sent them both into heaven.

Ian thought that there was no heaven, but when he did that, he wanted more of the taste of heaven before going back to hell. And Christine is her heaven.

On the other hand, Christine felt that she was back in her reality wherein her family was f****d up and now her life would cling to Ian. Or else… She would want another like this…

With him... Ian..