The Drazen World: Purgatory (Kindle Worlds Novella)

was monopolizing my thoughts, making it impossible for me to ignore the need. Closing my eyes, I let the back of my hand wander, gliding smoothly over one breast with a feather light touch. Behind my closed lids, all I could see were Hunter's deep brown eyes piercing straight into my soul. In my erotic dreams, he was whispering dirty words to me. Commanding my every movement with the mere tone of his voice. My hand continued its sensual journey beyond my flat stomach and stopped at the apex of my pussy. I was at a crossroads. I mean, here I was in Purgatory where eyes and ears were apparently everywhere and I was about to give them an X-rated rendition of Basic Instinct. Never as a living woman had I hesitated in pleasuring myself. It was part of human nature and I refused to feel ashamed for it. But here? Now? With God somewhere probably trying to put world peace into effect? I just couldn't do it. I let my hand drop to the mattress and heaved a sigh of frustration.
Time may not have been passing and hunger was definitely not gnawing at me but sexual frustration was alive and well, apparently. As my thoughts jumped from one topic to another, I absentmindedly braided my thick blonde hair, reproducing the same movements I had perfected when living with Monica. Those moments together in the bathroom or on her bed were privileged. Our girl time without face to face conversations. Fleeting moments where we bared our emotions, our fears and the thriving hunger to make it in the business. The repetitive actions of crossing strands of hair one over the other had the ability of calming my racing thoughts. It was bliss and torture in equal parts.
A soft knock at my door was a kick start to my heart, the anticipation of seeing Hunter again brought the teenage school girl out in me.
I knew it was Hunter, who else could it be?
"Yeah? Come in." I managed to say as calmly as possible.
The door slowly opened and like a vision from my self-induced porn film, Hunter stood at the threshold, studying me.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice tight, bordering on edgy.
"Uh, nothing. I was just...uh...braiding my hair?  Maybe even dozing off."
"Why are your cheeks flushed?"
And that was a fantastic question to which I had no answer. At least, none I wanted to give to him.
"Did you need something?" I asked, hoping the change in subject would distract him from my appearance.
"Nope," he answered, popping the last syllable and pushing off the door jam, making his way slowly toward me. "Just wanted to check in. Make sure you're doing okay." He was close. Too close.
"Well, well, well. What might we have here, Hunter?"
And for the second time in little to no time, I felt my heartbeat speed into overdrive at the disruption. A rich, baritone voice echoed off the walls, as a newfound stranger casually peered inside my room.
The sound that came deep from Hunter's throat was not human. It was feral, like a trapped animal warning its assailant of his imminent attack. My eyes were automatically drawn to the figure standing at the exact spot Hunter had occupied only moments earlier. Except this man had nothing in common with my Hunter. Actually, that wasn't completely accurate. The predatory stare that graced the man's face was the exact same as the lust filled eyes Hunter had directed my way more than once, already. Trouble was, this man scared the fuck out of me. Something so dark and dangerous emanated from every pore, a luring smile paired with death at every turn.
With his jet black hair slicked back mafia-style, and his black irises lingering on every inch of my body, I felt invaded and mentally raped from his look alone. A shiver ran straight down my spine which had no similitude to the one I had experienced when Hunter's mouth had been worshipping me with every lick and bite. No, this shiver did not bode well.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Samael?"
Why was it that in a world of gray, this man had the privilege of color? The dark suit he wore was accented by a blood-red dress shirt, the buttons at the top left undone giving him a Godfather allure. Topped with a red hankie carefully tucked inside the breast pocket of his suit jacket, this man looked as though he owned nightclubs. Or brothels. Samael as Hunter had called him, looked and felt like pure, unadulterated sin right down to the timber of his voice.
"Such language for a pure soul, Hunter. I'm a little disappointed if not hopeful you might take a trip down to my humble abode." Samael turned his scrutiny back to me as a slow, sensual grin made his face that much more attractive. Lethally, so. As naive as I may have been, there was no disguising his hunger. Not from me and certainly not from Hunter.
As if on cue, Hunter stepped in front of me, hiding me from Samael and his wandering gaze.
"Shame. I was enjoying the view. But no matter. It's time, Hunter. We have a meeting and you know how the Higher-ups despise tardiness." Samael, leaned to the side so as to direct his next words directly to me. "It was an immense pleasure to finally meet you, Gabrielle. I have no doubts we shall meet again. Hopefully, it will be more at my advantage next time around." Winking at Hunter, a sure message of taunt, Samael turned on his heel and started walking back out and speaking over his shoulder. "Your presence is needed, Hunter. Now."
Once the man was gone, Hunter turned to me with worry etched on his face. "Stay here, okay? Don't move and wait for me to get back." After a few moments of us just staring at