Page 6 of Angel

“When you’re done eye-fucking me, here’s your breakfast. Although, if I were you, I wouldn’t eat it. I might have poisoned it. Correction: I did poison it.”

My brow twitches in amusement, and I cock my head to peer at her. Damn, this woman is a spitfire, and now I’m even more turned on than before. The screaming need to stick my dick inside her pretty little cunt is crying out to me.

But… there’s also something familiar about her. I remember her voice, and that speak-before-I-think tongue. A sound of pure heaven, if it even exists. But oh, this woman could change my mind and make a believer out of me.

“I’ll take my chances on the food, peach. Man’s gotta eat, and I doubt your club would take me out in such a graceful manner. Am I right?” I snatch the tray she practically threw in my direction and rip the bagel apart, tossing a piece in my mouth. I close my eyes again as the room starts to spin. Slow breaths leave my lungs, and I count to ten in my mind. Each time I suck in more air, inhaling her scent, she calms me.

“Clearly you’ve never been poisoned before.” Her hair falls forward and off her shoulder as she crouches down, now at eye level, and I almost moan from her sweet essence. “It’s a hell of a way to go. As soon as the effects start kicking in, you’ll wish we’d just shot you. First, you’re forced into a state of confusion. You’ll have trouble breathing, feeling like you’re suffocating. And, by that time, the nausea would have set in, causing the vomiting. The burning will start to run all throughout your veins. Just. Like. Venom. Then… you die.” She stands, pushing up her fluffy, perfectly plump pillows as she crosses her arms under her chest.

The corners of my mouth twitch. No, I’ve never been poisoned; however, being locked in a cellar might be pretty damn close. And I’m not talking about this one.

“Sounds like fun, but like I said, I’ll take my chances.” I down the warm glass of water in one swig, and her fiery smirk drops into a frown. Now I remember where I’ve seen her. “You were at the fundraiser with your club. The one with all the little homemade cookies and good Samaritan badges.”

“Aw.” She smiles, mocking me, and I want to laugh, but I don’t. “I’m so flattered you remembered, but really, I’m not.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re not my type.” Lies. She’s totally my type. Blonde, busty, and riding my dick straight home.

“Oh, that’s right. You only go for the women you kidnap and try to sell to human traffickers.” She’s not wrong. I did help with that, but I didn’t fucking know. Shit, I had no idea about the plan until we were in front of Jules’s bar. The bar I made sure to never tell him about. Yet, what a big fucking coincidence it ended up being—you know, the fact that it was her place he had eyes on.

The uneasy feeling at the bottom of my stomach pisses me off. I know I’m evil, but there’s certain lines I don’t fucking cross, and she needs to know that. Why do I want to reassure her? I have no fucking idea.

I drop my half-eaten bagel and stand to my full height. I wait ten seconds, letting the stars in my vision vanish, then I move. The chain rattles with each step as it drags along the concrete ground beside me, pulling at my wrists. It also has me realizing how much that son of a bitch hurts. My legs are weaker too, after just the short stint down here. Enough time to dehydrate me, leaving me no better off than a prisoner of war.

I stand toe-to-toe with the stunning angel. Even though she puts up a front and doesn’t move back, I know I terrify her. The small hint of dread in her eyes tells me as much. The way her throat bobs up and down as she swallows nervously. The pulsing on the side of her perfectly pale, creamy neck as her heart beats faster. But what she doesn’t know is that I can have her pinned to this ground in seconds. However, I won’t do it, because I’ll be outnumbered… eventually. And I can’t win if I can’t go anywhere… Besides, the only pinning of her I want to do is on my bed with my dick inside her.

I inhale her peach, cock-twitching scent as I stare down at her. The warmth pours from her smaller frame onto mine. She calms my insides and lets me forget where I am for a second. She may be taller than most of the women I’ve been with, but I still tower over her. Her pretty little head only comes to my chin. I skim her whole body, starting with her toned legs and working my way up to those luscious lips of hers. When I connect her glare with mine, her expression is one of disgust, but I see the way she eyes my mouth.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I may be a monster, a snake even, but I don’t sell women as sex slaves. Never have, never will.”

Her eyelids flutter, like tiny wings, but she still holds her ground. With only inches between us, I can feel her sunny breath on my winter skin. Her shallow, but angry warmth scrapes my face as she tilts her head up to me. She finds me repulsive, and that’s fine. I wouldn’t expect anything more.

“You think for one second I actually believe you? In case you might have forgotten, we caught you and your club red-handed. You…” She shoves her finger to my chest, pausing like I zapped the manicured tip. Her eyes linger before she clears her throat and continues her sexy rant. “You kidnapped Jules, drugged her, and tied her up in a basement. So, I’m sorry if I’m having a little bit of trouble believing you.”

“I didn’t do any of those things, my President did.”

She sneers, and her lips curl. “Same thing, because you were there and didn’t do shit to help her. Now, tell us where he is.” She’s right. I didn’t do shit to help Jules. But I honestly don’t have a clue where my President is. I sure would love to find him though, because I have plans of my own.

Our staring match is getting a tad boring. Or, honestly, it’s becoming harder to resist her mouth, and those pouty lips that are begging to be kissed, sucked… and I wonder what they would feel like around my dick.

While slowly stepping backwards, I take my former place on the ground and pull the tray over my lap. With each bite, she silently watches, waiting for me to say something when all I want to do is finish my damn breakfast.

Fine, I’ll cave. “I couldn’t care less if you and your club believe me or not. Doesn’t make one bit of difference.” I rip apart the last piece of bagel and swallow with barely even a chew.

I’m fucking starving, which is surprising, considering the nausea swirling in the pit of my stomach. But with her here, it doesn’t seem to affect me as much. She eases my discomfort.

“So, you don’t care that you’re chained up down here, eating what could be one of your last meals?”

I sigh. “Look, I know why I’m being kept alive. To find Scorpion, am I right? And once I tell your President I have no fucking clue where mine might be, he’s just going to kill me anyway. So, like I said, either way, it doesn’t fucking matter.” This is my war, just as much as it is theirs, and Scorpion got his last mark ticked on a long list of bullshit. It’s time for him to know what happens when you cross me.

“You’re fucked up, you know?”

“You’re not wrong about that.” I smirk, and she doesn’t so much as flinch. Not even a mouth twitch. The chick is tougher than nails—I’ll give her that. “Are we done here, or would you like to join me?” I pat the ground to my left. “I must say, I don’t know who you thought you were feeding, but I need more than a bagel and a glass of water for all this.” I wave a hand over the length of my body.

“We aren’t feeding you to make sure you’re nice and satisfied.”

A heavier set of boots thumps on the steps down to us, and I’m actually annoyed someone is here to break up this little shindig. I raise a brow at the guy. He’s one of their prospects. Short, stubby, and would probably get his ass beat by a woman.

This woman.

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