Page 12 of Damned By His Angel

“Like how you fucked my brother next to a dead body?” She bursts out laughing and I can’t help but smile.

“To-fucking-ché!” We both remain silent a while until she speaks again. “Don’t let her break you again, Nos.” Her tone is light but I can hear the edge of her anger in there as well. London is fucking loyal to her core and would go to war against her own aunt for me if I asked her to.

“I think it’s too late for that, Lon. The king's men never put me back together the first time when she broke me and I don’t think they will repair Humpty this time when she leaves again either.”

“I let her get away unscathed the first time but if she does it again, not even you will save her from me. No one fucking hurts my bestie without paying for it, am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Nos?”

“Yeah?”

“Can’t you just fuck her and get it out of your system, then move on?”

I shake my head, this girl has no fucking boundaries. “Goodbye, London.”

“Cronos, don’t you dare hang up—” I end the call and pocket my phone, ignoring it ringing again, knowing it’s just London. Talking to her has made me feel lighter and more clear headed.

Could I fuck her and feel nothing?

I push away the thought but it keeps resurfacing. My cock is growing hard in my pants at the thought of sinking inside her tight little cunt again.

Maybe I need to remind her what it’s like being fucked by the Devil again.

Amelia

It’s been over two hours since Cronos left, I waited out on the porch for him but gave up after an hour. I’ve showered and stole another one of his shirts to sleep in. I can’t stop replaying our disagreement over and over again in my head. I had no idea he felt so deeply for me, the fact he came to Chicago to confess how he felt about me rendered me speechless. If only he had looked deeper he would have seen there was no real happiness, it was all a mask, a show for everyone else. He had no idea the horrors I was facing behind closed doors and I have no one else to blame but myself.

I snuggle down lower in the bed and pull the covers up to my chin. This freaking cabin is freezing and I don’t want to sleep in front of the fire and have him thinking that I was waiting for him this whole time, when in truth I have been but he doesn’t need to know that. I close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep but the instant that I do, I hear the sound of his truck pulling up. I swallow and clench my eyes shut, trying to fake sleep, my breaths labored as anticipation of his arrival builds.

Will he come find me?

Does he still want me to go?

Those thoughts plague me as I hear the front door open and his heavy footfalls on the wooden floor. I slip one hand lower and place it over my growing bump, I was selfish coming here but he wasn’t wrong. I knew he wouldn’t turn me away or judge me for being pregnant to someone I don’t love. I hear him coming down the hallway and stiffen. I try to relax and even out my breathing but the moment he enters the room my breath hitches giving me away. I can feel his gaze boring into the back of my head but I’m too much of a coward to roll over and face him.

“Tell me to get the fuck out and to not touch you and I will.” His words have my breaths quickening. I try to control them as I slowly sit up and turn to face him. The dim lighting from the moon doesn’t illuminate his features but I know him well enough to know those brown eyes have turned dark with lust.

“I don’t want you to go,” I say boldly. Some may think this is wrong, wanting another man while I am carrying another’s child but fuck them because the truth is, I never stopped wanting Cronos—I just didn’t know how to admit that shit.

“This is purely physical, Meelz.” Pain slices through me but I get it, we both need this release but neither of us wants more and I respect that. A relationship is the last thing I need right now, the last one was enough to put me off for life.

“Okay,” I whisper. He glides across the room, only stopping when he stands before me at the edge of the bed. I know what he likes and how he likes it. He may be a lot younger than me but when it comes to what happens in our sex life, he is the one who is more skilled and dominant, he knows exactly what he is doing and how to do it. Given what I have lived through the past year, I need that type of control. I need him to fix what someone else broke inside of me.

“Same rules as before.” The husky lilt to his voice sends a shiver down my spine. He reaches out and grips my arms, forcing me to my knees. “I need the words, angel,” he rasps out as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. The instant his tongue touches my skin I moan.

“Any discomfort, I tell you. If you push a hard limit, I stop you. You may be the one giving the orders but I’m the one in control, always.” I recite his rules aloud, knowing he needs to hear them. I don’t know why he always needs me to say them but I know if I don’t he won’t touch me.

He sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from me as he releases it. “Good girl, angel.” His whispered words have me clenching my thighs together in anticipation. “Lose the shirt,” he demands as he pulls back and crosses his arms over his chest. I shakily grip the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head, a hiss escaping him when he takes in the sight of my nakedness. When Cronos looks at you, it’s like the sun is kissing your skin. The heat of his gaze scorches my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine. “Next time, we’re doing this how I like.” His promise of what is to come has me reaching out and gripping his shirt. He helps me lift it over his head.

The moment that tattoo with my name comes into view I pause. I never felt like I meant enough to anyone to warrant them wanting something so permanent etched into their skin. I trace the lines of the ink, relishing in the way he trembles beneath my touch. He doesn’t stop me when I trail my fingers lower. When I reach the button of his jeans, I flick my gaze to his and hold it as I pop the button and slowly lower the zipper. I push his pants down but leave his boxers on. Cronos likes aspects of control in the bedroom and me making a move without his consent means he will punish me by not allowing me to come.

“Remove them.” I eagerly obey his order and push the boxers down his legs. The moment his cock springs free, my vision is laser focused on it, I forgot how big he is. Having him inside me again is going to sting, but knowing the pleasure he can wring out of me has my thighs clenching.

“Can I taste you?” His nostrils flare as he peers down at me.

“On your knees before me, now.” I scramble to get off the bed and obey but the instant I try to lower to my knees he grips my arm stopping me. I snap my gaze to his, worrying that he has changed his mind. My worries are put to rest when he grabs a pillow and drops it to the floor. Normally he would have his fingers tangled in my hair and shoving me to the ground. He helps me lower to my knees and this tender side of him in the bedroom shocks me. Until it dawns on me, he is being gentle because of the baby, my heart fucking melts inside my chest. “Hands behind your back.”

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