Page 28 of Damned By His Angel

“You can’t go to the pickup.” I force the words out before I lose my nerves.

“Why?” I can hear the hard edge in his tone.

“It’s a trap, please don’t go, Dad,” I beg.

“Bishop, turn the fuck around it’s a trap!” he shouts.

“What?” I hear Uncle B yell in the background.

“Turn the fuck back, it’s a trap,” Dad snaps, then I hear the sound of tires squealing. “Amelia, what’s going on?” I dart my gaze to Cronos, pleading with him to help me. He steps forward and takes the phone from me and wraps his arm around my shoulder as he places the call on speakerphone.

“King?”

“Cronos?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“What the fuck is going on and why the fuck are you with my daughter?”

Nos doesn’t falter in his response. “We’ll explain everything when we get there. We’ll be on the next flight out to New York in the morning.”

“I want to know what the fuck my daughter?—”

“She will explain everything to you when we get there and you better listen or I will take her from you and I promise you that you will never see her again.” The threat in his tone is clear. The fact he is willing to go against my family for me shows me he means what he says, he really does love me.

“Threaten me again, kid, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“It’s not a threat, it's a promise.” Nos ends the call and then smashes his phone on the counter. I scream in fright. “Sorry, I can’t risk them tracing my cell here. This is my slice of paradise and I don’t want anything from that life touching this place.” I swoon, reach out and wrap my arms around his waist and rest my cheek against his chest.

“Thank you for letting me invade your paradise.”

He returns my embrace and places a kiss on the top of my head. “You are my paradise but I want this place to be our home, angel. I want to raise our little girl here, away from that life and everything it entails.”

I pull back and stare up at him, shocked to see the conviction in his eyes. “You really want to do this with me?”

He cups my cheeks in his large hands and nods. “I’m always gonna want you, Meelz, the real question is, do you want me to do it with you? I meant what I said, if you say yes and then change your mind, I won’t turn my back on that little girl, blood or not she will be raised as mine and I will protect her with my life.”

Gripping the front of his shirt, I pull him down until I can capture his lips with my own, he tries to push his tongue inside my mouth but I pull back, earning a growl that has a smile tugging at the edges of my mouth. “I love you too much to not do this with you.” His eyes blaze with heat, and before I have a second to comprehend what is happening, he lifts me from my chair. I squeal in surprise.

“I want you to scream how much you love me as you come all over my cock, angel.” Heat surges inside me at his promise. Rather than using words, I show him. I mesh my lips to his as he walks us down the small hallway to his bedroom, his fingers digging into my ass and I moan at the feeling. I love when he gets rough like this but Cronos never pushes me to do more than I am comfortable with. I thought I would never heal after the abuse I suffered at the hands of Colson, but I was wrong. Cronos knew without me saying a word that something had happened and never once did he treat me like I was made of glass and could break at a moment's notice. Instead, he silently offered me his strength and showed me that there is more than fear in this world and you can trust a man, but he has to be the right one.

He gently lays me down on the bed, then breaks the kiss as he pulls back. I press up onto my elbows and watch him remove his shirt, the sight of his inked skin has butterflies erupting inside me but it’s the sight of my name etched into his flawless skin that steals my breath. I’m pulled from my thoughts when he pops the button on his jeans, my mouth beginning to water when he peels the zipper down. The cocky bastard knows exactly what he is doing to me with this little show. He winks, then pushes his pants down, exposing his hard length. I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips, sit up and grip his cock in my hand. A strangled groan escapes him.

“Tease me and you will be punished, angel.”

I peer up at him through my lashes as I dart my tongue out and lick along his shaft, loving the dazed look that enters his eyes. I hold his gaze as I wrap my lips around him and suck him in as far as I can.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is perfect, baby,” he growls as he tangles his fingers in my hair. He doesn’t stop me or change my tempo when I begin to bob up and down on his dick. The taste of him hits the back of my throat, pulling a muffled moan from me. His fingers tighten in my hair a second before he thrusts forward, forcing me to gag. A dark chuckle escapes him at the sound, he loves knowing I can’t take him all the way. I grip the base of his shaft with my free hand, stroking him while I suck as much of him as I can. “Fuck, baby, you’re coming straight to hell with me.”

I release him with a wet pop, his eyes narrowing in contempt. I bat his hand out of my hair and grip his waist as I stand and reverse our positions so I’m now standing between his legs.

“Hands by your sides, Grizz, it’s my turn.” He leans backward and rests on his elbows, his cock resting proudly against his abs. I don’t let the sight of it deter me from my mission. I grip the hem of my shirt and slowly lift it over me, exposing the black lacy bra I chose to wear today. Next to go is my skirt, leaving me in a pair of lacy boy shorts and my bra. His eyes burn with hunger as they roam my body, the way he looks at me with such love and longing makes me feel stunning, like I am the center of his orbit.

“Show me my pussy, baby, I’m done playing.” I quirk a brow at his heavy-handed comment and ignore him as I reach back and unclasp my bra. I slowly let it fall down my arms, drawing this moment out. He swallows loudly at the sight of them, they’ve grown a lot and I know it’s all thanks to pregnancy. I slowly push my panties down my legs and step out of them. I collect them off the floor and toss them to him with a wink.

“They’re soaked.” My tone is husky to my own ears. He balls them up in his hand and brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply and groans.

Time to show him who is the boss!

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