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“Rest, my sweet angel. Soon, you’ll belong to me.”

I’d allow myself a few more minutes of indulgence.

To plan.

To hunger.

And to grasp and mold the insanity of what I was determined to do.

To make her mine against the odds, feeding the darkness, the sickness ebbing and flowing inside. My father had called it inevitable, a man needing something he couldn’t avoid any more than he could breathing. I not only craved her. I needed her.

She was the light to my darkness, the sweet whisper of salvation that I’d been searching for.

My angel.

Yet I would certainly enjoy every moment of deflowering her, using her for anything and everything I wanted.

Yes, I was a famished man.

CHAPTER 6

Emily

“My beautiful Emily. Soon you’ll belong to me.”

The words flowed into my mind, the velvety tone creating a warm cocoon over me.

“Yes,” I murmured, able to feel his fingers as they stroked my arm, caressing me as only a lover could do.

As sleep enveloped me once again, his face lingered in my mind, his chiseled jaw and lush lips almost the only part of him I could see.

“Do you know what I plan on doing to you, my sweet angel?”

“No, what?”

“Devouring you.” He laughed and the sound skittered through me like wildfire. He gripped my shorts, ripping them down the length of my legs, tearing them as he jerked them off completely.

I shuddered from the force he’d used, quivering as the sweep of night air created goosebumps dancing across my skin. I was thrown by the level of excitement as he advanced, crawling on the bed ever so slowly.

A part of me wanted to flee, to race into the night, praying and hoping I’d find someone to help me. But a stronger part of me, the one that had kept me curious and full of desire had left me almost completely paralyzed. As he pushed my legs up from the sheets, bending them at the knees, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Never hide from me, sweet angel. That will only result in harsh discipline. Is that what you want, my dear girl?”

“Na… No. No, sir,” I managed, keeping my hands fisted as I lowered my arms to my sides, anxiety rushing into my stomach.

“Good girl. Now, relax, my angel. I’m going to make you feel so amazing.” His hands were rough, tingling the nerve endings in my legs as he rubbed along the inside of my calves, his touch firm as he slowly rolled his fingers over my knees.

I sucked in my breath, fighting the urge and strange sense of necessity to run, to escape. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there was no such thing as disappearing from the man’s clutches. I closed my eyes briefly when he spread me open even wider, the light breeze floating across my aching pussy almost too much to take.

He made me wet and hot, leaving me breathless with wonder and need while he basked in controlling me.

In owning me.

I was thrown by the delirious rush that kept me in the throes of desire, a need so all-consuming that breathing was as difficult as the rush of emotions nearly tearing me apart.

He blew across my aching pussy twice before slowly lowering his head, dragging just the tip of his tongue around my clit.

“Oh,” I moaned, unable to stop the sound. I threw one hand across my lips, clamping the fingers of my other around the sheet, tugging several times as he chuckled in the dark.

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