Chapter 55 HEAT WAVES
It all began to make sense all over again to Santiano that Rachel Devereaux was certainly behind Vanessa's smooth escape from the mansion and from him as he fixed the maze-like puzzle he had been dealing with in his head.
He knew not where he wanted to be at that moment as he continued walking into the mansion without a destination in mind, but he knew he had to find Vanessa— this he was sure of and he would do all what it takes in the world to find her alive and bring her back.
Hardly had he noticed where his legs had been taking him as he pushed the door of the room he found himself open, finally realizing it was his study room and when he had opened the door, he found her sitting on his chair, swirling on it like she owned the place.
This did not take Rafael by surprise— it was as if he had been expecting her— his half sister who was trying to play a devil's game with him.
Rachel Devereaux had drawn the line and he was as well ready to go on into a fight with her regardless of who she was— blood or not.
Santiano paused at the door for a moment, his eyes keenly settled on Rachel who had by then noticed Rafael's presence at the door and she had raised both legs of hers to his table, the slit of her dress shifting into a fall beyond her thighs as her legs sat on the table which also allowed a seductive amount of her voluptuous thighs into view.
Rafael tucked his hands into his pockets as he watched her twirl slowly with a seductive smile on her lip which was painted with bright red lipstick that felt hotter than fire.
Rachel continued to twirl slowly and softly in Rafael's chair and she began to touch herself like her body was cooking up the arousal heat.
“Uhm…” She moaned as she rubbed gently against her neck, her hand slowly descending towards her cleavage in her open dress.
She cupped her left boob tenderly within her palm, fondling it gently as she began to let out lustrous sounds, moaning at every squeeze she made on her breast— all this while Rafael stood at the door, watching her display one of her endless cycles of madness.
Rachel's other hand found its way towards her thigh slowly and she began to trace her fingers into her inner court, her moans growing louder and more tempting than the last that she herself had been fully aroused with how well she handled the touch against her own skin.
The hair behind her neck stood up, goosebumps taking all over her body as she gently rubbed against her nipple, causing the scanty hair on her areolas to shoot up like they were in shock.
“Uhmm~” Rachel continued with a sweet moan, a lot louder and more lustrous this time as she bit her lips hard the moment she felt her milky juice wet her panties.
She threw her head to the back, taking a perfect landing against the head rest of the chair, her eyes rolling back into their sockets like she was about to lose consciousness as the heat began to rile up a dangerous intensity within her body.
She shifted her panties to the side a bit, slowly rubbing her index finger against her pink clits and as she did, the squelching sounds they made rented the room, her natural scent wafting into thin air.
In Rachel's head, she wanted to show herself in that vulnerable manner to Santiano with the conclusion that he would come over at her, get hard underneath his belt as he watched her touch herself before he made an unrefutable attempt to claim her at once.
Rafael would claim his way with her by taking her on a trip to ecstasy with the finesse of his body while lodging his body into hers, smashing deep into her honey pot slowly and then a dangerous race that would make them both ride faster while he moaned sinful words into her ears with his husky, sinful voice that would turn sexy and vulnerable as he make promises and love to her in the wake of their moment together.
This has been Rachel's thought and the exact same thing she was carrying out at that moment and she was almost too sure no man in his right senses would resist her at that moment— not even Santiano Rafael Devereaux.
“What do you think you're doing?” Rafael's voice broke into the petty show Rachel was pulling in front of him, on his seat at that, a wave of disgust well balanced in his tone.
Rachel paused at whatever she had been doing, the feeling of arousal and the heat wave washing through every fiber of her being leaving her body all at once.
Her expectations of him to get riled up with the what if the moment had failed, returning into the wind and leaving a shark cut on her ego.
“Did you just refuse me?” Rachel asked with a scoff of unbelief. She laid her legs off the table before drawing some paper towel to wipe her musky fingers.
Rafael's eyes were still laced over Rachel as he watched her get up from his study chair while she tossed the used paper towel into a corner before she began to approach him— slowly then accelerate.
“I won't ask the same question twice,” Rafael continued.
Rachel finally caught up with him where he had been standing— at the door. She took her stand in front of him and for a moment, they both stood that way, breathing into the air as their eyes locked into each other.
The next minute, Rachel had begun to trace her fingers against Rafael's veiny arms, wrapping her small feminine fingers around his hot, perfectly bulked muscular biceps that shot out an alluring cast out of his cold dark shirt which has a few buttons undone at the chest.
Rachel continued to trace her fingers against his build like she was going to force herself to take a happy bite from it— only if he would allow it.
Then her left hand began to snake up towards Rafael's chest, slowly finding her way beyond the open buttons on his chest.
“I just wanted to see you, Rafael and have you in me while we are at that.” Rachel whispered softly, her tone extremely flat but hot and tempting to one's ears.
“Me too,”