Page 184 of Awakened by Sin

“Yes.”

The only sound in the room was of the soothing waterfall. Her legs quivered as she waited for Angel to decide. She imagined that Theodore was praying for death since it was clear that Angel wanted to draw this out.

Angel didn’t drop eye contact as he pulled a gun from the small of his back and shot Theodore without hesitation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Theodore go limp and swallowed bile. Angel tossed his daggers on a white couch and strode toward her.

“Take the final pictures,” he ordered his men before he jerked his head at her. “Upstairs.”

She hesitated before she turned to follow. Mickey looked horrified, but he didn’t intervene. Angel jogged up the ostentatious staircase while she followed more slowly. Her mind was suspended in numb disbelief over what she just witnessed. As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw a hallway extending in each direction. She wandered down a hallway of closed doors and paused in the doorway to a massive master bedroom. She could hear the shower running. She sat on the bed and stared straight ahead.

The water shut off, and a minute later, Angel walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stopped in front of her and skimmed the back of his knuckles down her cheek. She didn’t react. The fingers slipped under her chin and tilted her face up. She focused on a water droplet that slipped from his hair and traveled down his face.

“Carmen.”

Their eyes collided. The cold began to fade as his manic energy reached for her, rousing her own. He kissed her. He went deep and opened his mouth. She copied, and his tongue stroked hers. She expected him to taste bitter with the metallic bite of blood. Instead, chocolate and mint filled her senses, seducing and enticing her. Contradictory, like everything else about him. He pushed her on her back without losing her lips. Water dampened her thin lace dress as his naked body imprinted on hers. His skin was hot, almost feverish. His hands were greedy and rough as they moved over her.

She felt as if she was in free fall. Her mind whirled with need and fear. She couldn’t get her bearings or think straight as the feel of him seeped into her starved soul. She raked her nails down his naked back. He grunted in approval and dragged her dress over her hips. She felt her thong snap and then a thick dick burrowed between her legs. Her eyes flew open, and she ripped her mouth from his.

“Angel!”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he growled as he tugged on the cups of her dress, freeing her breast, which he took in his mouth.

“I …” she gasped as he sucked hard, sending a thunderbolt to her pussy. “Angel,no!”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“We’re not doing this.” She tried to wriggle out from under him, which wasn’t happening without his permission. She could feel his cock pulsing between her legs. She came here knowing that he would fuck her silly, but she couldn’t follow through, not after witnessing Theodore’s death.

His eyes were narrow slits of heavenly blue. “You said we could do whatever I want.”

“Yes, butIhave to agree.”

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he demanded.

“You’re high on the kill, and you want to fuck.” She couldn’t suppress her shudder. “You can get another girl. I just needed you to end it.” She tried to wriggle out from under him, but he wasn’t moving.

“You played me.”

She stilled. The lack of inflection made her heart race. Stripped of the façade, Angel was just as imposing as Gavin. Even more so because she didn’t know his limits.

“Get off, Angel.” Her voice wavered, betraying her nerves.

Like a predator sniffing out easy prey, he planted his fists on either side of her head, caging her.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” he whispered.

“Scream.”

“You think any of my men would help you?”

Probably not. She glared at him. “You’re not so butt ugly that you couldn’t get another woman.”

“We put this off long enough.”

His face was hard and carnal as he stared down at her. He held her gaze as his hand skated down her body. She bucked as his hand slipped between her legs. She gasped and reached down to grab his thick wrist.

“Wet, but not enough,” he said.

He stuck his fingers in his mouth. Her breath left her lungs as she watched his eyes close. When they opened, they were a shade darker.

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