All Chapters of His Broken Angel: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Angela felt on cloud nine as she followed the white scattered clouds with her gaze. She was certain she had never felt this happy before not even when the doctor had told her that she can walk one day. Nothing measured up to what she was feeling right now. Her soul was blossoming and her mind was at peace. She quietly savored the warm tingles dancing on her fingers and toes which only his closeness brought her. She turned her head to look at the reason of her happiness.He was lying beside her on his back. His arms folded behind his head and eyes closed against the warm sun. His muscles were relaxed and legs crossed. He looked at ease as if he had nowhere else to be. Seeing him this relaxed made her heart swell in satisfaction. She used the moment to admire her handsome husband. Undeniably handsome. He has a kind of face that makes people turn their head for second look at him and then some more. He must be used to wistful glances and dreamy smiles from women. She had seen women gawki

Angela was swept off in his demanding, rough kisses. Her lips were being tugged, bitten, sucked on with no ounce of mercy. She could only whimper and gasp in response. "Fucking teasing me for so long," he groaned and ripped his jacket off her body. His gaze roved over her sprawled body. Under him. He licked his lips. Perfect fucking sight. The erotic fall and rise of her chest drew his attention. Those alluring lumps of flesh. He cupped her breasts throught her cloth and squeezed them, eliciting a moan from her. He massaged her breasts through the clothes before journey down to her nether region. Her dress had already rode up to her waist. Her black lacy thong messing with his breathing. A pleased smile swept across his face. He squeezed his fingers between her legs and stroked her pussy through her soaking panties. Was it too early to say he was growing addicted to her taste, her warmth and her sweet moans ? He liked sex but more than that, he liked killing. He was a fanatic w

Nick pushed the door open and sauntered into the room. He was welcomed by a sea of darkness rife with profound silence. It took him a moment to adjust to the darkness and another to find her bundled up under the velvety cover. She was sleeping on her side, facing away. His eyes longingly trailed the outline of her body through the cover. An air of sorrow had shrouded her delicate form dulling her scintillating aura. Without her light, shadows had began to crowd in on him. With purposeful strides and gaze transfixed on her, he approached her. Lifting the cover he slipped in and settled next to her sleeping form. Resting his back on the headboard he gazed down at her. A tender emotion swell within him as he observed the most stubborn woman he ever had to deal with. Only a side of her face was visible to his eyes and it was enough to make him sigh out in yearning. His fingers of their own will found their way to her scattered locks. Gripping one around his finger he felt the soft textur

" Umm..what?" Angela asked. Leah only smiled and shook her head, "Nothing." She flung a last smile her way and walked out of the bathroom with another ciggeratte in hand. Angela came out of the bathroom and found Nickaulas waiting for her outside. The women were giving him a weird glances as he was standing outside ladies' room but he couldn't be bothered and kept looking in the direction of bathroom. He pushed off the wall and started towards her when she came out. Angela's heart skipped a beat when she noticed how his eyes lit up when they landed on her. He was waiting for her- the realisation filled her heart with a fuzzy feeling. This all felt too good to be true. A dream. Unable to help herself she sent a heartfelt smile his way, making him falter in his steps. She let out a light laughter at his reaction. He smirked. He bent to hoist her up in his arms but Angela stopped him by gripping his rugged arm. "Just hold my hand," she requested looking up in his eyes. His gaze flit

Her eyes caught his as he leaned closer and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "How do you feel now?" he pulled away and asked, his soft gaze dancing over her features."You had me scared," he confessed against her lips and pecked it again. His every action oozed love and care but she wasn't going to fall for it again. She could only stare at him in response."You had high blood pressure. The doctor has prescribed some medicine but before you have that we need to get some food in your tummy," he turned slightly to grab the tray from the nightstand while Angela pushed herself up into a sitting position. She leaned against the bedpost for support. He turned back towards her, carrying the tray. She silently watched as he gripped the spoon and stirred the hot soup. Scooping some, he brought the spoon near to her mouth. She kept her mouth closed. "Open your mouth," he told her. She didn't. "I want divorce," she announced. His expression darkened and grip tightened on the spoon at the men