Chapter 26: Chapter 26

DARK ANGEL ON THE PROWL

RASHID.

He smiled to himself, a toothy grin appearing around the contours of his face. Everything was working according to his plan. He sure would have his wife back, Ohh God!!!, he hated to admit the fact that he missed her.

Asides that, his father, the Emir. He sure was ruthless just like him, Emir Abdul wouldn't mind joining him and his cousin, Abla, in marriage and that was the last thing he wanted. Rashid knew how much his father loved Janelle. They were always together that he had been envious of their relationship at a point and had to remind his father that Janelle is his.

Speaking of Abla, he tucked his hands in his pocket, he hadn't heard from her, or even seen her since the past months. Of course she must have heard that he was planning by all means to get his wife back, Janelle was still his wife, as long as the Laws of Islam concerning marriage is there, secondly, there was no official divorce direct from the Supreme court of Qatar, so definitely, they were still bonded.

For the past weeks, he had not gone to the palace, of course, his father would taunt him as always, and threaten him about his marrying his whore of a cousin, Abla.

He groaned, he was extremely tired. Thinking of how he would go about his plans had made him so exhausted, but what had made him more focused and determined was when he received an update from his private investigator about their plans of selling off Bella's Modelling Agency.

Secondly he had been expecting Abla, he didn't like the way he had gotten not heard no words from her. He always loved knowing her next move, but since she had been so quiet, he sure knew she had something dark going on in her mind, but whatever it is, he was determined not to get caught up in her dark web.

The soft purring suddenly brought him back to reality, his cat, Thelma was looking at the direction of his gate.

His pet only did that when she knows the person, he looked through and saw his personal bodyguard, Dargok, coming in.

He looked away, muttering silently to himself. Wishing they had been in another country when he left him.

Dargok walked towards him and stood behind him, his hands at his back, watching him intently.

"Boss", Dargok called. He didn't mean to piss Rashid off, but he felt like sometimes, Rashid should know the truth.

"You shouldn't be here, you better leave", Rashid said, puffing out smoke from his nostrils, he had taken too drinking and smoking uncontrollably since Janelle left, a habit which he could not even control, after so much tries, or maybe, he didn't try so hard.

There was an unsettling silence that dawned immediately, Dargok after waiting for some few minutes without hearing any word from Rashid proceeded to leaving to his apartment, but the stern voice of Rashid brought him to a halt.

"I mean out of my house, until I call you back", Rashid said, stooping low to carry Thelma and walking into the house back.

The expression on Dargok's face showed that he was clearly shocked and dumbfounded, but there was nothing he could do about it, so, he turned around and left the penthouse.

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Rashid came out of the bathroom, he had soaked himself in a cold bath, that which had turned to a normal routine whenever thoughts of Janelle come flooding up his mind. Now he had more reasons why he should jerk off once or twice every thirty minutes to an hour. Seeing her in a red summer bikini wear did nothing to lessen the hardening and lengthening of his groin.

All around the walls of his room was a figure study of Janelle, and a large portrait which his private investigator had taken of her when she was taking a runway photoshoot during the week.

He sighed, he was tired, going about doing business and at the same time running around for his personal business took a large load from him.

He headed straight to his king sized bed which was dressed in a thick, black, cotton bedspread, at the same time removing the towel off his lower waist and grabbing his robe which he wore and lazily laced the rope of the robe together.

He sat up glancing at his bed, on the marble tiled floor before him, he remembered it all, the memories of Janelle on her knees, sucking him off, innocently and eagerly. Even when he had told her he wanted them to take it slowly, she had refused, not obeying him.

It was a Friday evening, he came back from work so late, very tired, not expecting any dangerous game from his soon to be wife. She had it all planned out, the years she had spent with him, she knew how he liked his woman, someone submissive, giving in to all his carnal desires and needs on bed, what he wanted she gave him.

He had taken his bath, when he came into the room only to find out that the light was switched off, he was in no mood for her games, her taunts, how much more could he tell her how much he wants her?, How his cõck aches to be in her moist, slick, channel?.

His thick brows had furrowed immediately, he tossed his towel aside, heading to his drawer to get his robe when he heard a soft, sultry voice behind him. She was able to predict all his moves. He tensed immediately, when he felt her hands sliding slowly down the hard rims of his back.

There was urgency in her voice as she dragged him to the bed, making him sit down, as she knelt between his thighs, getting ready to take him in her mouth, his breath had become ragged. He wanted to tell her to stop, he wouldn't be able to control himself, once she rolls her tongue around his sensitive head, but no, he could feel what she wanted, she wanted to be in power. She wanted to return the pleasure he gave her....

So..., she had sucked him off, slowly, since it was her first time, then he could not just take it anymore, he began fûcking her mouth, taking her mouth in long, hard, strokes, while she let him gain his pleasure by using her.....

He wasn't able to last long, she wasn't like other whores that giving blowjobs was something methodical, there was innocence, even as she squinted her eyes, when he let his load in her mouth, he would have stopped, but, she stopped him. Pleading with him to allow her get a taste of him...

Now?. All he could think was of her.

He plowed into his bed, with a soft plop, within seconds he was fast asleep.

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It was late during the night, he had fallen deep asleep, drifted off into a deep sleep, sometimes during the night he dreamt of Janelle. His dreams were filled with how she would suck his hard, lengthy cõck, gently, her tongue tracing his tip lovingly, kissing and licking the pre-cum as she tasted him.

He would grab a fistful of her hair and roughly urge her to take him in her mouth. The dream intensified. She was on her knees before him, sucking him. Her warm, moist mouth welcomed his full length. And he felt his balls tighten as he groaned her name, the sensation peaking in him

Rashid slowly came awake, something was not right. He emerged from his dreams of holding Janelle in his arms, of having her sweet, moist mouth wrapped around his hard cõck, milking him. The sensation of having his cõck sucked methodically, professionally was no dream.

JANELLE WASN'T A PROFESSIONAL!!!.

He woke up with a start, a young lady was lying between his powerful thighs, drawing his cõck into her mouth, her head bobbing as he held his cõck in his hand, forcing his cõck down her throat. The hair on her head was not soft, fragrant hair of his wife, Janelle.

Fûck!!!, It wasn't even possible that she was here, this person's hair was coarse and brittle. Something was WRONG!!

"Jane... janelleeeee", he came off with a loud, harsh, growl, his cûm spurting endlessly.

Rashid felt himself ejaculate, an involuntary motion, unable to stop himself from cumming. This was different. This wasn't Janelle. Janelle was gentle and submissive. This was someone who was a professional.

Secondly he hadn't ordered for any whore, he wouldn't even bed a whore in his house. He couldn't stain the memories he had of Janelle in his penthouse. He sat up in bed, roaring in rage, violently thrusting the woman away from him, his seed continuously spurting.

Abla!!!, she smiled wickedly.

His cousin Abla was kneeling over him, naked and smiling as she licked his cûm from her large lips.

"Missed me darling?!", she purred, her two middle fingers going to her cúnt as she wiped off some of his cum from her lips and smeared it over her cunt

and her silicone breast, along the erected nipples.

Her eyes flicked to where she had dropped the jacket which she had worn to his house, grinning wickedly. She had turned her phone in recording.