Page 34 of The Aftermath

“I don’t know about all that because I plan on kidnapping a princess.” We all look over when Hoax speaks. He doesn’t care; he just shrugs.

“Who?” I ask, and he shrugs once more.

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“And what the hell are you going to do with her?” Rylan asks now.

“Keep her. What the fuck did you think I was going to do with her?” We all share a look and then laugh. Only fucking Hoax would want to kidnap a princess and keep her for himself.

“So we think on this. We talk about it. We don’t make any fucking rash decisions,” Rylan says, looking between everyone.

“Sounds like a plan,” Levi agrees. I look to Hunter.

“You have space if we stick around here for a while? I don’t think I can go back home,” I tell him.

“You’re good here. We have extra rooms you can stay in,” he tells me. I nod my thanks before he turns and walks away with Hoax. I sigh, not knowing what to do right now. The fact is, I want blood on my hands. I want more blood than there already is.

“You need a shower,” Angel tells me. I smirk down at her.

“Do I?”

“You smell like alcohol so bad,” she teases, smiling up at me.

“Then come with me,” I tell her. She bites her bottom lip before she nods her head. I knew she wouldn’t say no to me.

“We’re going to head out and grab food and clothes. You need anything else?” Ry asks. I shake my head. They turn to leave, and I grab Angel’s hand and lead her toward the other rooms.

We walk down the hall and into the room, closing the door behind us. Then I lead her into the bathroom and start the shower before stripping us both down to nothing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask her. I know what I did to her last night, and as bad as I feel about it, I know she needed to get it out. I just hate that I forced her into it instead of letting her come to me herself.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“I do worry about you, Angel.”

“I know you do.”

“I just have a shit way of showing it,” I laugh.

“Yeah, you’re not the best at it,” she agrees before I drag her into the shower. The warm water hits us, and I sigh under the sprayer.

I close my eyes and tip my head back when I feel Angel’s hand on my cock. I don’t bother to open my eyes; I just let her have her time. Then I feel her fall to her knees and take me into her mouth. It takes all the strength I have left in me not to take charge and fuck her face the way I want to.

Instead, I let her do what she needs and wants. She bobs her head, sucking me in deeper. When I open my eyes to look down at her, she has one hand between her legs, playing with herself.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re doing this on purpose.”

She groans around my cock, and I know I’m right. She’s fucking torturing me now, and I let her. She sucks me deeper, harder, her tongue trailing down the underside of my cock, and I can’t hold back. I let go. For her. I fucking come down the back of her throat as she swallows me whole. I grunt a few times when she finally gets herself off. She doesn’t come as hard as she does with me.

She stands up and that’s when I pull her into me and kiss her. Then I let my fingers wander down to her stomach to the scar I knew meant something.

“Do you wonder about the baby?” I ask her softly, not wanting to upset her anymore, but I’m curious.

“Sometimes. Obviously, I wasn’t ready to have a baby, but it was still mine.”

“Have you tried to find it?” she shakes her head. “Don’t want to or just didn’t know how?”

“A little of both. Some days, I worry something bad could be happening to her, too.”

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