ANGEL'S POV:
"Gorgeous, mio caro. I want to taste you."My core throbbed at his words, and on instinct, I attempted to shut my thighs, partly to help release the pressure and partly to hide from him. However, Christian was faster and held my thighs apart, a silent warning in his cold eyes."Don't move an inch, and keep your eyes on me." His tone was stern.I gulped down and nodded dutifully, a delicious shiver running up my spine. Maybe it was the excitement of being unraveled by this man. Or maybe it was the fact that I'd never done this before. Never had myself placed in a position like this with another man.Sure, Carter and I used to make out all the time when he still lived in Las Vegas, but it never felt like this – never this intense, never this wild and dirty.We both had boundaries. Or rather, he did. No sex till marriage was the rule he'd set for us. And maybe some wanton part of me had always wanted it, I just never realized how much till this second.Christian's gaze never drifted away from mine, not even while he spread my thighs apart and I sucked in a sharp breath. He seemed to enjoy watching me, being able to catch every emotion that crossed my face.His hands trailed down my legs, leaving a wake of goosebumps down my skin. I gasped out, almost tempted to squeeze my eyes shut but his warning came to mind. I was frightened that if I disobeyed, he'd stop.Next, he hooked my legs over his broad shoulders and for the first time, he looked away to graze his thumb over the fabric of my panties as he slowly drew them off my body and quickly tucked them away in his pocket.Now, I was completely bare for him. Heat tortured my pussy. Every inch of me felt alive, craving his touch. He then spread my thighs apart even more, deeply engrossed in observing my dripping slit. His eyes heavy with desire.More than ever, I wanted to hide from him.His fingers traced their way down and he lightly swirled just one in circles over the moistness of my core. I whimpered, biting down on my lower lip and feeling the heat take over.His eyes were back to mine. "So wet. So ready for me. You want it that bad, hmm?""I do," I cried out softly.The man chuckled darkly, and pushed that one finger into me. His long finger barely filled me yet my toes curled and delicious tingles erupted from my pussy. It was so hot, and I moaned out an unrecognizable sound."I love the way you look with my finger inside you," he drawled out, his expression darkened.I whimpered when he slid in another finger into my core, swirling around in a motion that made me suck in my lips. His pace was torturous. Christian took his goddamn time, almost driving me crazy with desperation, with need. But of course, the man was a tease. He knew he was in control and he loved it.Slowly, he quickened his pace, stroking his fingers into a spot that made me cry out in pleasure and buck wildly beneath him. His thumb grazed over my clit, slippery from the wetness that coated my entrance.The heat intensified in my stomach and I could feel myself tighten around his fingers, and all I wanted to do was thrust back against him. The pleasure came with pain but it was the kind I craved and the kind to have me addicted.My thighs trembled."Look how beautifully you take it, Angel. What's your limit? Three fingers? Four?" He was leaned down over me now, tracing his lips against the lobe of my ear.My eyes flew open at his words, panic setting in. "What?""Three then."At my entrance, I could feel the length of his third finger attempt to slide in, and a burst of pain stole the breath from my lungs. My pulse raced at the thought of how far he might stretch my insides if he pushed too far."Christian, I have a confession!"He paused, his fingers still buried deep in me. His hooded gaze found mine, and I ached to have him continue but this was going to be more important.Irritation flitted across his face. "What is it now?"I dragged in a deep breath, avoiding his gaze as my cheeks took on a deep shade of red."Well, um...you're gonna love this. Actually, I don't think you will. It's a bit of a problem, depending on the type of man you are-""Spit it out." He thrust his fingers in deeply and I gasped out, bucking beneath him."I'm a virgin!"There was that pause again, followed by a tense silence. Christian backed up a bit, taking a proper look at me. My cheeks flamed at the intensity of his gaze, but aside that, his expression was devoid of any emotions."And?" He pulled up a brow.Now, I really really wanted to disappear."And...just be gentle with me. Please."His lips curled up slightly, and Christian let a soft chuckle. Was he laughing at me? Does he find my inexperience pathetic? Now, I frowned."Gentle." He said it like it was laughable. "Do you want me to sing you love songs while I fuck you senseless?" His tone was mocking, and I scowled lightly.This jerk."Oh my god, you're really such an asshole."Although the wicked glint never left his eyes, he said sternly, "You should watch your tongue, or I'd be putting it to better use."A small smile of my own crawled up my lips, and I pushed myself down against his fingers still clenched within my pussy. Heat rushed up my spine."I don't mind," I whispered.He smirked and just when I was about to relieve the ache in my core with another thrust down, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. I glowered."Open wide." His silver eyes were fixed on me, his tone giving no room to objections.In a heartbeat, I obeyed him and I watched warily as he brought up his fingers that were once inside me. They glistened with the sleek juice that coated his fingers. Christian inserted those fingers into my mouth, and from the intensity in his gaze, I could read the silent command.Suck on them.My tongue moved on its own, swallowing down the saltiness that came from my juice on his fingers. Our gaze stayed locked on each other's, silver against blue, and it filled me with immense satisfaction to see the lust that tortured this man as he drank in my every move."Good girl," Christian cooed close to my ear. "And you don't have to be scared, mio caro. You're so fucking beautiful, and it's distracting. I wouldn't want to break you yet."Almost instantly, the car came to a halt.CHRISTIAN'S POV:From the second she'd walked into my space back at the club, Angel captivated me in the most unusual way. In a way most women couldn't.Perhaps in a morbidly amusing fashion, it was how much her presence reminded me a lamb playing games in a Lion's lair, asking to be slaughtered on a whim.Perhaps it was the manner in which that tight leather dress of hers hugged out every ample curve of her body, leaving a hard imprint in my mind on just how ravishing she'd look underneath. The red of her lips. The blue innocence to her eyes. The golden locks that fell in waves down her shoulder.Or maybe, it had to be how easily she reminded me of her. How effortlessly Angel embodied that light I'd once tainted in another. Whatever it was exactly, it called out to my demons in ways I couldn't resist. In ways I knew would be our ruin.Yet, every image my mind conjured were filthy flashes of what she'd look like arched like a whore for me. Of how those full lips would feel wrapped gen
CHRISTIAN'S POV:"Christian." She cried out, her thighs trembling as I relentlessly delved my tongue into her essence, lapping up her juices with every flick, swirl and thrust.I couldn't get enough, not even if I tried.Her fingers tightened in my hair, on the verge of ripping them off their roots, pulling in a move that made me want to turn her over and sink my cock inside her almost immediately.But again, she was a virgin.I needed her as wet and relaxed as possible for my entry. Because nothing could stop me from fucking her tonight. Not even devil himself. I had never been the type of man to place another's pleasure before mine, but for a brief moment, I yearned to make Angel burn with lust.The ice had melted, leaving her entire pussy wet and dripping with both water and her sweet juices, and I stuck my tongue in her opening, pulling her further away from the counter towards my mouth.I groaned gutturally when she began to move urgently against my mouth, releasing one hand fro
ANGEL'S POV:Rule number 1 of a one-night stand; Always wake up first and sprint the hell out. Bonus points if you could do so gracefully without upsetting your bed mate.Or in this case, Christian.At the moment, his muscular arm was tightened around my waist, trapping me successfully in his web of perfectly toned flesh and tight muscles. Light rays peeked out from the corners of the window, grazing over our buck-naked bodies and highlighting the serenity that clouded his face.God, he was disastrously handsome.I sighed softly, finally giving up on my attempts to wiggle myself out of his grip. The man had proven to be immovable, like a freaking boulder or something. A rather sexy boulder who'd ingrained his compelling touch and lazy smiles in my mind.My insides tingled and heat scorched my skin as memories of being railed by Christian once again flipped my thoughts into overdrive. It was all I could see at the back of my mind - his large dick going in and out at a maddening pace
ANGEL'S POV:TWO YEARS LATER"Ma'am, the manager says that if you're going to keep sitting here, you're gonna need to order something..." The waiter glanced down at my table, judgement written all over his face. "...that's not water."My stomach squirmed and I forced out a civilized smile. One that contrasted vividly with the tension swirling within me."Well, I... Can I get a few minutes more? My date is on his way."Was he?Polished and clad in a crispy-clean uniform, I watched the young man's eyes twitch in irritation. However, just like me, he forced out a well-practiced smile."Very well, ma'am. I'll be back to take your order in 30 minutes." With that, he bowed lightly and walked back to an equally polished man standing off at the corner of the restaurant with a firm glare fixated on me.The manager, I suppose.I waved at him sweetly, which of course he didn't respond to, but he did well to shift his attention to attend to the lovely couple that just walked in, plastering an obn
ANGEL’S POV:Somehow, I always knew it’d come to this - the day my father’s insatiable desire to get into trouble would be his ruin. And mine.I wished I could say that getting a distress call like that was a first, but that would be an ugly lie. My father dined with bad luck and had long time made his bed with trouble.He had been arrested. He had been hospitalized. He had been battered and bruised and dragged the length of a football field by debt collectors.Yet, every single week, he found a more creative way of shitting both our lives.He was after all the reason I’d lost my college tuition funds, just to save his ass from getting buried alive by angry men who chewed on debtors like him for breakfast.Yes, that’s what I do. I, Angel Winchester, the miserable savior of her old man. Tirelessly. Repeatedly. Annoyingly. Even the best of saints would be fed up at this point, yet I couldn’t afford to because he was all I had left.If I lost him…My heart plunged to their depths just at
ANGEL’S POV:With her fashionable black coat worn over a short black dress and that intoxicating air of feline confidence, the woman looked like she belonged to the cover of a high-society magazine, or on the runway, strutting her long legs hidden behind those thigh-high boots.“Who…who are you? And what are you doing in my house?” My composure was back and from her unbothered stance, I suddenly felt the need to stand a little straighter, eyes hardened on hers.How the hell does she even know my name?“I heard you’d be a little feisty.” She smirked, reminding me of a wolf – deceptive and devious. “And you have no house, sweet heart. This dump belongs to the De Novo family.”My heart froze. “W-what…?”“Try not to drop your jaws, there are flies around.” She pulled the door wider. “Come in.”My thoughts doubled with a million questions and a chill ran up my spine at every possibility. Have no house? What? Who the hell was she anyway, standing in my doorway and calling me sweetheart?Irr
ANGEL’S POV:The old grandfather clock spelled doom with every heavy tick, licking away the seconds like a bomb waiting to explode. In the grave silence, every unfortunate sound and action felt amplified. Tense. Brutal.A drop of cold sweat rolled down my neck. I swallowed, yet the paralyzing ball of anxiety threatened to bruise my wildly racing heart. It echoed mercilessly, syncing naturally with the foreboding footsteps Christian took as he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of wine.He must have seized the oxygen in the room, cause in seconds of reappearing, my lungs tightened painfully and air evaded me. My insides burned, but I feared that perhaps if I breathed too loudly, he’d be reminded of my presence.Unfortunately, I was wrong. Christian already had his eyes fixed precisely on me.“I must say, Mr. Winchester, I’m impressed by your taste in wine. This might perhaps be your only redeemable quality.” The man gave off a wolfish-grin.“He deserves no redemption.” It was the
ANGEL’S POV:If only she could shut up for one second, then maybe I might be able to hear my own thoughts.Every foreign word Astrid spat, at some point, became a verbal blur of thunderstorms and fury. In between, she’d throw an accusatory finger at me, as if reporting a bad kid to the principal for stealing from the cookie jar. I might have laughed if under a different circumstance.But it wasn’t.Twisted to a sickening extent, my heart bled to the ground, and it wasn’t like the soft pitter patters of the rain, or the small tear drops that stained my cheeks. I was completely drenched in a pool of my own despair, sinking deeper and deeper into every heartbreak, disappointment and exhaustion I’d faced in the past two years.The memories mocked me.The day I gave away my college funds to keep father out of jail. The semester I left school because I couldn’t pay my fees anymore. The days I spent tirelessly searching for a job. The unending rejections. The hell I faced trying to foot fath
CHRISTIAN’S POV:I leaned closer, languidly meeting her gaze through darkened ones. Confusion ran deep in her eyes as she tried to piece together my next move. I leaned even closer and before she could back away, I snatched her waist, holding her down against my body. Her eyes grew wide.She opened her mouth in an attempt to protest and I smirked, but right before she could get any words out, a chaotic thud jerked both our attention to the corner it came from. A bumbling idiot had fallen right into the room, knocking down an entire column of mannequins.Christ.Cherry was fast behind him, click-fucking-clack, as she immediately pulled the man – scratch that, the boy to his feet. With the suspenders and glasses twice his fit, my guess was that he escaped adult daycare.From the new distraction, Angel slipped out of my grip and left that bloody distance between us again. Irritation scratched my surface but rather than act on it, I forced my gaze back to the two people that were now
CHRISTIAN’S POV:‘Be gentle with her,’ was all mother had said when I’d told her about Angel. Her words had been nonchalant, drifting off in a lost pattern, but from a woman who had long given up on her will to live, it was everything I needed to hear.Everything that pushed and taunted the heights of my control when it came to Angel.I ruled the pile of my darkest thoughts and restraints, yet with just one glance at the infuriating woman beside me on the car seat and I was filled with an obscene urge – one that beckoned me to break her, to rip out that maddening fire from her spine.Or at the very least, fuck it straight out of her.Blood shot down my groin and it only further provoked me that even in this moment, with my patience worn thin from her attempt to slap me, I was still so fucking hard, it ached.The thin line between my irritation and this wild desire was blurring and by the second, it proved even more difficult to know where one stopped and the other began.From the rea
ANGEL’S POV:There was a reason I never thought about Christian for two years. He was a mistake. One that consumed my mind at every waking second I spent in Carter’s arms. His icy gray eyes. Intense and haunting. That slow sexy smile he loved to wear. And of course, the blood that coated his skin when I ran.Somehow, that scene had permanently etched itself to my memory.It drove me mad with anger and disgust that I’d let myself roll in bed with a man who had a relation with my mother’s murderers, that I had tossed away my relationship with Carter just to quench a single desire that had been conceived from a stupid dare.I glared harshly at the white tiled walls of the bathroom. The cold water freely falling from the shower head did not nearly extinguish the scalding resentment that coursed through me. I scrubbed my skin with intent to bruise it.If I could go back to that night, I’d have never said yes to Nadia and Sage. Hell, I’d have slapped some senses into the naïve girl I’d been
CHRISTIAN’S POV:From a young age, 12 to be precise, I’d been taught to take no prisoners. Do what needs to be done. No remorse. No mercy. You only give up when you’ve taken your last breath, buried alongside your demons and left cold. And even then, you’d find no peace till you’ve conquered hell itself. The chess board before me was built of white and black soldiers, and just like the pieces were my soldiers, the entire board was my empire. Father had taught me that. It was a tango that needed patience and strategy; a truly deadly combination.I moved my white pawn, the weakest on the board, and couldn’t help the small curve of my lips at the surprise that flitted across Roma’s face. Reclining into the sofa and crossing my legs, I took great pleasure in watching the other man’s pensive eyes reassess his next move. And as expected, he moved his knight. A wicked grin lighted my features.“It’s not very satisfying to see my opponent smile when he’s obviously losing.” He passed me
ANGEL’S POV:If only she could shut up for one second, then maybe I might be able to hear my own thoughts.Every foreign word Astrid spat, at some point, became a verbal blur of thunderstorms and fury. In between, she’d throw an accusatory finger at me, as if reporting a bad kid to the principal for stealing from the cookie jar. I might have laughed if under a different circumstance.But it wasn’t.Twisted to a sickening extent, my heart bled to the ground, and it wasn’t like the soft pitter patters of the rain, or the small tear drops that stained my cheeks. I was completely drenched in a pool of my own despair, sinking deeper and deeper into every heartbreak, disappointment and exhaustion I’d faced in the past two years.The memories mocked me.The day I gave away my college funds to keep father out of jail. The semester I left school because I couldn’t pay my fees anymore. The days I spent tirelessly searching for a job. The unending rejections. The hell I faced trying to foot fath
ANGEL’S POV:The old grandfather clock spelled doom with every heavy tick, licking away the seconds like a bomb waiting to explode. In the grave silence, every unfortunate sound and action felt amplified. Tense. Brutal.A drop of cold sweat rolled down my neck. I swallowed, yet the paralyzing ball of anxiety threatened to bruise my wildly racing heart. It echoed mercilessly, syncing naturally with the foreboding footsteps Christian took as he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of wine.He must have seized the oxygen in the room, cause in seconds of reappearing, my lungs tightened painfully and air evaded me. My insides burned, but I feared that perhaps if I breathed too loudly, he’d be reminded of my presence.Unfortunately, I was wrong. Christian already had his eyes fixed precisely on me.“I must say, Mr. Winchester, I’m impressed by your taste in wine. This might perhaps be your only redeemable quality.” The man gave off a wolfish-grin.“He deserves no redemption.” It was the
ANGEL’S POV:With her fashionable black coat worn over a short black dress and that intoxicating air of feline confidence, the woman looked like she belonged to the cover of a high-society magazine, or on the runway, strutting her long legs hidden behind those thigh-high boots.“Who…who are you? And what are you doing in my house?” My composure was back and from her unbothered stance, I suddenly felt the need to stand a little straighter, eyes hardened on hers.How the hell does she even know my name?“I heard you’d be a little feisty.” She smirked, reminding me of a wolf – deceptive and devious. “And you have no house, sweet heart. This dump belongs to the De Novo family.”My heart froze. “W-what…?”“Try not to drop your jaws, there are flies around.” She pulled the door wider. “Come in.”My thoughts doubled with a million questions and a chill ran up my spine at every possibility. Have no house? What? Who the hell was she anyway, standing in my doorway and calling me sweetheart?Irr
ANGEL’S POV:Somehow, I always knew it’d come to this - the day my father’s insatiable desire to get into trouble would be his ruin. And mine.I wished I could say that getting a distress call like that was a first, but that would be an ugly lie. My father dined with bad luck and had long time made his bed with trouble.He had been arrested. He had been hospitalized. He had been battered and bruised and dragged the length of a football field by debt collectors.Yet, every single week, he found a more creative way of shitting both our lives.He was after all the reason I’d lost my college tuition funds, just to save his ass from getting buried alive by angry men who chewed on debtors like him for breakfast.Yes, that’s what I do. I, Angel Winchester, the miserable savior of her old man. Tirelessly. Repeatedly. Annoyingly. Even the best of saints would be fed up at this point, yet I couldn’t afford to because he was all I had left.If I lost him…My heart plunged to their depths just at
ANGEL'S POV:TWO YEARS LATER"Ma'am, the manager says that if you're going to keep sitting here, you're gonna need to order something..." The waiter glanced down at my table, judgement written all over his face. "...that's not water."My stomach squirmed and I forced out a civilized smile. One that contrasted vividly with the tension swirling within me."Well, I... Can I get a few minutes more? My date is on his way."Was he?Polished and clad in a crispy-clean uniform, I watched the young man's eyes twitch in irritation. However, just like me, he forced out a well-practiced smile."Very well, ma'am. I'll be back to take your order in 30 minutes." With that, he bowed lightly and walked back to an equally polished man standing off at the corner of the restaurant with a firm glare fixated on me.The manager, I suppose.I waved at him sweetly, which of course he didn't respond to, but he did well to shift his attention to attend to the lovely couple that just walked in, plastering an obn