I shouldn’t have let his words get to me, but they did. My hands stacked on top of his chest for balance as I found a slow rhythm for my hips to dance. His cock filled me fully, and despite the ache left behind when he was no longer deep inside me, it felt good too.
His hands slid to my ass helping me move. The look of wonder in his eyes as I brought us pleasure was truly a Kodak moment. I could tell he was holding back, willing himself not to give in so soon. I was angry with myself for wanting it. But I remembered what it felt like to have him come inside me. It was hot, it was addictive… it was dangerous…
“Oh. My. God. Condom,” I gasped. He drove deeper with a wicked look in his eye. I wasn’t on birth control. I couldn’t get pregnant again. I couldn’t have Angel’s baby and be forever tied to him.
“It’s too late, Sprite. Not stopping.”
I shook my head wildly and slowed my hips. I needed to stop this before it was too late. Angel growled and swiftly caught my hips before flipping me onto my back and driving even deeper.
“You want me to prove you’re mine?” I scoured his back with my nails, and he smiled through his grunt. Maybe we were both insane.
“The only thing you’ll prove by making me come,” I panted, “is that you can fuck.” I lifted my head. “But I already knew that,” I whispered in his ear.
“Then maybe I should let Lucas and Z have a turn.” He wrapped his hand around my neck when I started to pull away. “See if they make you come as hard as I do.” Next thing I knew, he’d lifted me from the bed and had me braced against the headboard with his knees digging in the mattress and my legs spread wide as he pounded me. “You hear that, Sprite?” My cries mixed with his grunts and the headboard banging against the wall as he showed me no mercy. “That’s the sound of me owning you.”
“Yeah?” I tightened my pussy around his cock, making him groan. “Is that the sound of me owning you?”
Angel’s brutal kiss was heady. Addictive.
But Angel coming inside me?
It was the end of my world.Chapter FourteenANGEL
November 28th 2013I COULDN’T BE reasoned, stopped, or controlled. My ascension to power had been paved in my father’s blood, but only with Theo’s blood could I secure my place as the Bandit and the Knight. For a month, Theo managed to remain off-grid.
Until today.
I tailed the rust bucket he drove through the streets of Chicago. Two days before, he called Victor to set up a meeting in which Victor had relayed the information to me, proving his loyalty to my father even after he was dead. Theo, unaware he had fallen into a trap, had come alone because he had no options. Without my father, he was nothing, and he’d bit the hand that fed him. It took every grain of control to stay hidden and let the meeting happen without interfering. Victor was as clueless as I as to what the meeting was for. My guess was that he’d try to convince him of his innocence. It was too bad for him that Victor already knew the truth about that night and would protect my mother. He’d offered to kill him, but there was no way in hell I was giving him the honor. Letting someone else avenge my father would be disgracing the birthright my great-grandfather seized.
I’ve waited weeks to feel guilt for framing my godfather, but my mother hasn’t been the same since that night. The fragmented piece I had left of my mother was the reason remorse eluded me. I’d had to hire a nurse just to ensure she wouldn’t wither to dust. Lately, however, Victor had been overseeing her care. I had a lot to thank him for it seemed.
My thoughts drifted to Mian. Theo had hidden her well. The smartest thing Theo had ever done was keep his life before my father secret. Z had found his parents living on the outskirts of Illinois, but it had proved a dead end. A perverse part of me had entertained the idea of killing them an eye for an eye, but framing him and then killing him would have to be enough. When he was dead, Mian would need somewhere safe to go… if I didn’t find her first.
I’d found the engagement ring and dress I sent to her for the party in their abandoned home. The ring was now tucked away in the locked compartment of my glove box.
We were ten minutes away from the outskirts of Chicago when Theo made an unexpected stop at a small neighborhood park. I strangled the steering wheel, eager to get him alone, but also hoping he’d lead me to Mian and save me the trouble of hunting her.