Page 27 of Unhallowed

My lower lip trembles again and I look away. “I’m sorry.”

He ignores me, changing the subject. “There’s clothes right there for you.” He nods toward another sofa that has women’s clothes on it. I look down at my towel and smile, knowing he’s always taken care of me and always will. “All we have to do is get out of here.”

“So let’s do it.” I say. “Right now.”

“He will try to stop us.” I know he will, especially after what he said before I left the room. I’m a bit scared at his possessiveness already.

“So, what?” I ask him, my voice rising. “Will we always be hiding after this? Am I going from one basement to another? I will not live in fear or captivity any longer, Draven.”

“I don’t want that for you either, Angel!” He yells, “And once we’re out of here we will be untouchable.Youwill.”

“He knows I’m leaving him, I already told him I choose you.”

“That won’t stop him from trying to take you.”

But how do I explain to him that I can’t be intimate with Killian again? That hearing him whisper dirty nothings in my ear does something to me. More like undoes me. I can’t make him understand, and it will be even worse if he knows it. But I can’t pretend not to be responsive to him, it’ll be impossible.

“Alright.” I relent. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

But it’s going to break me a little on the inside, because I don’t know how to keep him out of my head. I don’t think there will be a world in which I’ll be able to forget him.

There’s a knock at the door just as I get out of the shower, my fluffy towel wrapped around my waist. It’s probably Draven coming to beat my ass, but we both know he’ll never accomplish that. Except when I open the door, there stands Angel in nothing but the same fucking towel she was wearing hours ago. Did she never put clothes on? Or did she spend all this time fucking Draven?

“What,” I breathe in, my nostrils flaring with anger, “the actual fuck, Angel Hansen?”

“Murray.”

“Mine.”

Angel huffs and rolls her eyes, pushing past me. “You are so fucking annoying. But I have a proposition.”

I raise an eyebrow as I close the door. “And?”

“Draven is letting you fuck me goodbye.”

“Oh, you’re already back for more, little demon?” I get closer to her, taunting her. My hand finds the back of her neck and I pull her toward me until our lips are touching, brushing against each other. “Was this morning not enough for you, Angel?”

Angel tries to push away from me, but I tighten my hold. “Yes.” She breathes against my lips, and her tongue brushes against them when she tries to wet her lips. “I’m back for more.”

I rip her towel away from her body and drop it on the floor, mine following, and then push her against the wall. “It’s a good thing I can’t get enough of you.”

This time she kisses me, her lips molding to mine, her tongue probing between my lips, and a frown takes over my face. Either way I let her in, let her tangle our tongues together the same way I want to tangle myself with her.

Angel pulls away, “On one condition.”

Of fucking course there’s strings attached. “What?” I ask through gritted teeth, my molars grinding.

“That he gets to join in.”

“No.” I shake my head adamantly. “I won’t share you.”

“You won’t have to.” She smiles. “He wants me to shareyou.”

What the fuck? I know we do some crazy shit during rituals, it’s expected of us. We’re drugged out of our fucking minds and horny as fuck…but this? Willingly fuck him? Why now?

“I don’t know about that, Angel—”

“Then no deal.” She smiles as if it’s nothing all over again, and pushes me away. Her ass sways as she walks to her towel and picks it up, all the while giving me her back, a prime view of her pussy from behind. Plump pussy lips, so fucking perfect. I can’t just let her walk away. “See you later.”