Page 59 of Damned By His Angel

Cronos

Three weeks later…

King wasn’t joking when he said he wanted me to run a funeral home. Two weeks ago he handed me the keys to this place on the condition I keep Amelia from ever stepping foot in the bunker again. I agreed without argument. He has chosen to take over the torture of Colson, he and Allison refused to allow me a turn and that shit pissed me off but I understood why they wanted to do it—he nearly took his wife from him and in turn nearly killed his daughter and Kingsley.

Unlike the one back in Minnesota this one is double the size—three chillers, a separate part of the building is for the embalming and there is even a legit office for me in the back. Since opening the doors eight days ago it has been nonstop, you wouldn’t believe the number of people that drop dead every day in New York.

“Don’t you look cozy.” I look up from the stack of papers on my desk to my angel standing there in a pair of heels and a navy colored trench coat. My brows raise on their own accord and all the blood rushes to my cock when she locks the door, and makes a show of twirling the string that is holding the coat closed as she walks toward me. I swallow audibly when she rounds my desk and pushes my chair back so she perches on the edge of my desk. I slide in closer and trap her legs between mine.

“Angel,” I warn, keeping my hands off her is getting fucking harder and harder. Every night she taunts me with her body and I’m forced to endure the sounds she makes as she comes on my tongue or fingers. My cock is so hard it’s painful.

“Shhhhh,” she coos as she places her finger against my lips. I dart my tongue out, tasting her skin, her eyes blaze. “You got your wish.”

“My wish is to be balls deep inside you,” I mutter bitterly, bringing a smirk to her face.

“Well, I just happened to come from my final checkup.” I shove my chair back and stand, she leans back and places her palms flat against my desk and stares up at me. “Six weeks, Grizz.”

“Don’t play with me, angel,” I growl.

“Kingsley is spending the night with my parents, I have Vance coming over at nine.” My nostrils flare. “I’m afraid I can’t wait till then, so why don’t you unwrap your present before we have to go pick our daughter up from Beth.” Reaching out, I tug the coat open and groan at the sight of her in a blood-red lace set, her tits so full they nearly spill over the cups of her bra. She opens her legs wider and I nearly whimper at the sight of her pussy. “Crotchless panties make for easier access,” she says huskily.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so hard.” She pushes forward and grips the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. She smiles at the sight of my ink. I had angel wings inked on the front of my neck with AQA tattooed beneath it. It seemed only fitting I get something different to represent her now since my daughter's name is already inked on my abs. She says it's presumptuous of me to assume that she will marry me but she and I both know she will have my last name, it’s just a matter of time. I slide my fingers between her folds, loving the way her eyes burn with want. “So wet for me,” I growl as I lean and bite her bottom lip, relishing in the sound of her whimper.

“Cronos, don’t tease me. I need to feel you inside me now.” I pull back and plunge two fingers inside her greedy cunt. She throws her head back but I grip her neck with my free hand and force her gaze back to me. She knows it gets me off when she holds my gaze and comes, I love all the faces she makes as she chases her release.

“You’re gonna come on my fingers, then I’m fucking this pussy so you remember exactly who the fuck it belongs to.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathes out as I stroke that sweet spot inside her. I want to drag this out and torture her like she has done to me for the past few weeks but my need to be inside her refuses to allow me to do that. The pace in which I finger fuck her is ruthless, she won’t last no matter how hard she tries to fight it.

“Keep trying to hold it off, baby, you know I always get what I want.” She opens her mouth to sass me back, so I curl my fingers at just the right angle that has her crying out.

“Fuck, yes, Grizz—” I tighten my hold on her neck and shake her as I growl in her face, earning a devilish smirk from her. “Make me come and I'll scream your name.”

“With pleasure,” I grit out. It takes five more pumps of my fingers before she’s arching forward and dragging her nails down my naked chest, leaving her mark behind as she comes screaming my name. Pride swells inside me at the sight of her blissed out and rocking her hips to ride the last of her orgasm out. Just to be a prick, I yank my fingers free, earning a pout from her. I push the coat down her shoulders and then tug the string free of its loops, before helping her to her feet. “Fuck those tits are begging for me to bite them.” She moans and stomps her foot.

“I want you to but they are so fucking sore because Kingsley can’t seem to stay off them,” she pouts.

“I never thought I would be jealous of my own daughter,” I mutter bitterly, earning a chuckle from my girl.

“Turn around and bend over the desk, baby.” She eagerly obeys. I grab her wrists and tie them behind her back with the cord from her coat, then kick her legs apart. “Fuck, I can see your cum coating your thighs, baby.”

“Lick it,” she demands. Like a feign searching for his next hit, I drop to my knees and grip the globes of her ass in my hands, then spread her cheeks, licking her hole, drawing a heady moan from her as I trail my tongue down through her pussy, loving the way she shakes when I suck her clit into my mouth. I release it and lick her inner thighs clean. She tries to push back to redirect me to her greedy little cunt so I smack her ass and stand.

“You get what I give you, angel.”

“Nos, please, I need to feel you inside me, it’s been too long.”

“Watch.” She looks back over her shoulder and watches me pop the button on my slacks. She darts her tongue out to moisten her lips as I tug the zipper down and push them down, freeing my cock.

“Fuck, I miss that!” she whines. I grip my shaft and groan when I pump myself. “Please, let me taste it or fuck me.” I slap my cock against her ass.

“You don’t get to taste this until Vance is fucking this pussy, then you can blow me while he makes you come.” The thrill of what’s to come tonight has me rubbing my dick through her slick folds. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” I promise as I prod her entrance and slowly push inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out when I’m halfway inside her. “I want all of it,” she begs. I grip her hips in a punishing hold and slam the rest of the way inside her. Both of us cry out at the feeling of being joined again—fuck, this is as close to heaven as I’m ever gonna get.

“Marry me?” I breathe out.

“No.” I pull out leaving only the tip inside her. “Cronos!” she warns.

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