“No, Angel. I will not.” My virginity was stolen from me, and I promised myself that the next time would be because I wanted it. Sure, I thought Z and Lucas were hot, but they weren’t what I wanted.
I want freedom.
I swallowed down the guilt of the other half of the truth and stood up.
Angel didn’t make requests, but this… I closed my eyes and breathed deep.Not this.
“In a few more days, when I’m confident you aren’t sick, you can see your son.” I was already feeling the fight inside me wither to dust. “I know you can barely sleep from the cold. I know you want clothes that will cover your body. I know you want a towel to wrap around yourself when you step from a warm shower rather than the cold air. I know you want to be free…”
I sneered at him when he finished. “And if I fuck your brothers, you’re going to give me all that?”
“If you please them.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m the only man in this house you’ll never have to worry about spreading your legs for.”
“What’s wrong? You can dish it, but you can’t take it?”
He reached out and took a strand of my hair between his fingers. “You have no idea how bad it can get for you if I take you.”
I almost did something insane by challenging him to try. I made a note to have my head examined when I made it back to Chicago.
“My father is going to kill you.”
A mocking grin spread his sexy lips. “Don’t tell me you actually believe your father can save you?” He laughed, and I wanted nothing more than to kill him myself. “I know you’re missing your father, and I’m a kind man when I want to be. I’ll be willing to play the part.” His gaze blackened as he snidely whispered, “All you have to do is call me daddy.”
I swung, but he caught my fist and yanked me forward. “You’ll never be anything to me but a dead man,” I hissed.
He smirked. He fucking smirked! “Until then, I’m the man with the only say.”
“Well,man… you have the misconception that you can loan my body out to your friends, and I’m just supposed to fuck on command.”
“The only misconception is how you refuse to accept the inevitable.”
“I’m not fucking your friends. You can’t just snap your fingers and expect me to open my legs.”
He gripped the lower half of my face. His hand covered my mouth entirely to keep me from screaming as he shoved me across the room until my back was against the wall. When we collided, an unlit candle resting on a scone crashed to the floor beside us.
“For now, and until I say otherwise, you belong to them, so when they command it, you smile and offer your pussy for fucking. Are we clear on that?”
I heard the door open. Angel’s grimace was now for whoever interrupted. “We need to talk,” Lucas explained. Angel didn’t respond. He lifted his chin and the door closed. He turned his head to face me again. I blinked hard when I realized his face was closer and continued getting even closer.
Then he completely turned my world upside down and set the pit of my stomach on fire.
He kissed my lips.
Softly.
And I swore my lips would never feel the same again.
“Let’s not have this conversation again.”* * *I’ve been skirtingthe edge of sanity since my talk with Angel that afternoon. I kept my eye on the door for hours, but no one came—not even to demand a cooked meal or to offer me one, for that matter. Maybe he decided to starve me until I gave in to his friends.
The rest of the day passed, and no one came. I decided to take a shower before bed. I used to love showers until Angel used it as a way to torture me. The water was freezing cold, and I couldn’t bear to spend more than two minutes inside. Stepping out into the equally cold air without a towel to dry myself or keep me covered also made me dread them.
But this time, I stepped inside of the private bath and found a towel waiting on top of the vanity. I longingly ran my fingers over the thick white cloth but was smart enough to know Angel had made his move. He thought he could pay me to slut for his friends with a towel. I lifted my fingers and entered the shower, and this time, I welcomed the cold spray. I just hoped it froze over my heart this time.
When I was done with my bath, I ignored the towel and stepped back into the room.
“Mian.”
I screamed my surprise, but it was quickly cut off by a strong hand lightly clamped over my lips. “Shh. It’s just me.” I recognized the playful sound of Z’s voice and tensed even more.