CHAPTER 6: WINGS AND HALO

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 generously around my cock. Of how far her dainty little fingers would dig into my skin while I fucked her brains out like she was all mine.

The thoughts stirred my groin, doubling the burning hunger that fingering Angel in the car had roused in me. Her pussy had been clenched tight around my fingers, flooded with her slick juices.

The gorgeous woman had looked so fuckable in that moment. So damn desperate for more.

We'd arrived at my private residence a few minutes ago, a sophisticated mansion hidden away from the chaos my lifestyle thrived on. Only those who I truly considered as my blood knew about this place, and bringing Angel here was crossing a thin line.

Yet I knew it was the safest choice.

My family isn't very welcoming to outsiders, and since this was our city, they crawled every inch of it. Motels. Hotels. Clubs. And all it'd take to jeopardize her safety was as easy as having the wrong person notice her with me.

Although many might claim that I was, in fact, the very danger she should be running from.

Cowards.

Angel's curious blue eyes wandered around the insides of my home and it subtly fascinated me how awed she looked in that moment. Her full red lips were parted in surprise, almost like she'd never seen anything quite as magnificent.

"Wow, are you like royalty or something? This place is freaking huge!" Her voice was beguiling as always, sweet toned and sultry.

She twirled around, light on her feet, as she immersed herself in the architectural prowess of the foyer.

Everything in here was designed to intimidate, to bend the minds of those who lusted after such luxury and to provide comfort to those who bathed in it. She was a little of the former, I could tell from the shine in her gaze.

It made me wonder...

What type of woman are you, Angel?

The type to go any length for the finer things in life? Maybe if she was a good fuck for the night, I'd consider playing with her for awhile longer on the terms of a payroll.

I'd love to see how much she'd let me offer before she caves, before she hands me the exclusive rights to her body.

"I'm far from Prince Charming." I chuckled, coming closer to her gaping form as she observed the refined furniture, golden chandeliers and grand staircase.

"Do you live alone?" She spun around to face me.

"Yes," I paused, observing the radiance she easily exuded. "You don't have to worry about anyone hearing your screams."

Instantly, her cheeks plunged into a rosy shade, and I almost smiled, satisfied with the comical shock that raced through her heart-shaped face. I liked seeing her that way, flush and shy.

Angel rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, Jeffrey Dahmer."

And that mouth of hers, always quick to retort. Sharp-edged and ready. Fuck, the things I'd do to shut her up.

Even at the moment while she stared with those lips curved into a stubborn line, I craved to have her on knees, worshiping me in ways that would keep that sharp little tongue of hers busy. Gagging and submitting.

But then, she was a virgin.

I had to bid my time.

So, I settled for a wicked grin instead, nursing my own dark thoughts. Soon, darling. My hand found her small soft ones and without her express permission, I tugged her towards the direction I wanted.

"I'll get us a drink. What's your go-to?"

"Water? You can never go wrong with water."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I led us to my private bar, the opulent wine cellar stacked high with exotic brands and exaggeratedly designed bottles. Beside the bar's marble counter, I drew out a stool for her, tsking slightly in disapproval.

"You sound like an awful commercial, Angel. Water is boring." I walked around the counter, going over to carefully pick out my choice of wine for the night. Something sexy, yet strong enough to set the mood.

From her spot seated, her eyes followed my every movement.

"It wouldn't be when I'm 60, radiant, hearty and living healthy with my functional liver, thank you very much."

Could you get even more radiant than this?

Expertly, I brought out four wine glasses, filling two of each with two different bottles of the best drink I had to offer. I rounded the corner once again till I was back to her side, passing her one of the glasses.

"My version of living is doing whatever the fuck I want. Everyone dies eventually, and not always from a liver failure." My gaze settled pointedly on her.

The men before me are quite notorious for dying in far more gruesome ways.

It'd only be a pleasure.

"You mean your version of living is succumbing to your body's every desire, even if it's bound to kill you?"

I lifted my glass to my lips, pausing to meet her defiant sea-blue eyes. "Usually, my body knows exactly what it wants. And right now, it's a curious blonde that doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Drink up."

Her cheeks flushed over, followed by a subtle glare that barely lasted a second. Angel's features took a 360 and her eyes seemed to glaze over with a hint of desire once my hovering lips finally took a slow sip from my glass.

I intently watched her sensual gaze linger for a second too long before she dived straight for her glass, gulping it down at once. Bad idea.

Angel's face screwed up in disgust, her delicious tongue hanging out instantly.

"What the fudge is that? It was bitter and grating, and exactly how imagine Adolf Hitler would taste."

I chuckled. "That's the appeal."

"Hard pass."

I gulped down the rest of my wine and edged closer to her. Picking the second glass of a different wine, I pushed it to her once more. Angel's brows pulled together in disapproval.

"It's good, I promise."

Tentatively, she reached for the glass and took it up to her mouth. I loved how the crimson shade of the wine eloquently matched her lipstick.

I loved how she quickly flicked her tongue over her bottom lip before the glass reached their tip.

"Take it slowly this time. It's an art; it should be savored." I closed up the distance between us, my hot gaze hooked on hers.

Angel nodded lightly and sipped languidly from the cup, the gold fluorescent lights of the bar reflecting softly against her beautiful face.

"Wow, this is actually...nice." She hummed, a smile lighting up her features. "I love the burn."

Me too.

A few droplets of the drink spilled down in her attempt to finish it off at a go. It lined the corner of her lips like a tempting trail of blood and before she could quickly wipe it off, my fingers caught her jaw on impulse as I lowered myself, my tongue cleaning it off on a whim.

Angel sucked in a sharp breath and as our heated gaze collided in a burst of wild arousal and burning tension, the last of my restraint came undone and I claimed her lips in a heartbeat, like my next breath depended on it.

And maybe it did.

I devoured her, taking precisely the level of passion I craved – nibbling, biting, exploring every inch of her lips in a way that was bound to leave it bruised.

Damn, she tasted so fucking addictive with the traces of alcohol still on her tongue.

With her warm body molded into mine, desperately clinging to my hair and tugging against my shirt, I pulled Angel up from her thighs and placed her over the counter top.

She gasped, and it travelled right to my cock, heat surging relentlessly. I'm completely aware of every inch of her. Her perky tits that beckoned to my fingers. The warmth pouring from her flawlessly flushed skin. Even the hard breaths she took set off an alarming hunger within me.

I wanted her.

No.

I needed her.

I tore myself away from Angel, breath labored and momentarily lost in the siren-like call her low-lidded eyes had on me. She panted softly, lips plunged in a naturally red shade.

I wanted to reprimand her for staring at me like she could glimpse right into my soul, my darkest secrets – but I knew it was impossible.

"Lie on your back," I commanded instead as I reached for my last glass of wine, downing its content.

Fuck. She was right; it burned.

Urgently, I rounded the corner of the bar, returning in seconds with a glass of ice cubes. Like I'd instructed, she had surrendered herself down on the counter top, her gaze hooked on my every move.

"What are those for?" She asked, curious as ever.

I stood before her now, briefly basking in the enthralling view she put up for me. The sides of her latex dress hunched up, revealing Angel's rather tempting thighs.

I wished to have them straddle my face while I tongue-fucked her.

"You'll see." Leaning down, I kissed her lips one more time. "Just be a good girl and keep your eyes on me all the way."

"What if I have to blink?"

I chuckled, backing up from her body and picking an ice cube from the glass. Smart mouth. Lowering myself to the same level as her thighs, I placed the ice between my lips and spread her legs open.

I breathed in her feminine scent. Her pussy was as divine as I remembered from the car, clean and moistened by the slick liquid that trailed down her insides. I'd barely touched her and she was already dripping?

Another chuckle escaped my lips.

Angel squirmed. "Is...everything okay? Are you laughing at me?"

My gaze found hers, glaring hard when she tried to clamp her thighs shut. I pulled her closer and began trailing the chilling ice up her thighs, torturously slow.

Angel jerked immediately, sucking in a sharp breath.

I kept the light teasing going, making sure to avoid her slit where I knew she needed my touch the most.

Her soft pants came more rapid as I drew the ice closer and closer, and she gripped down on my hair in an attempt to push her pussy towards my mouth, seeking relief from my ministrations.

It made me chuckle in amusement at how she had forgotten all about subtlety now. She was quickly going to learn that nobody ordered me around. Not even in bed. When I wanted to taste her, I would.

"Patience, mio caro." I whispered against her thighs and she huffed, wriggling against the counter, her grip on my hair tightening even harder.

I liked that.

A healthy mix of pleasure and pain. Perhaps I needed to reward her for that.

Drawing the ice closer to her clit, I felt her inhale, her entire body going taut as she prepared for my mouth. My cock hardened at just how ready she was for me. How needy she could be.

This sweet little thing was not an angel after all. She was a devious vixen, one wrapped behind a wing and halo.

I don't remember ever wanting someone with a need like this. Ever needing to consume someone with a desire that threatened to drive me mad.

"Please, Christian. Please." She whispered and I looked up at her, my eyes locking on her sapphire blue ones.

Yes, just like that.

Beg.

Say my name.

Eyes locked on hers, I took her clit in my mouth without mercy, grabbing her thighs as she threw back her head and let out a wild moan. Blood rushed instantly to my groin, a response to the addictive sounds this woman could make.

In that moment, I knew just how dangerous she could be.

But I'd gambled with danger my entire life.