Page 12 of Ruthless Angel

There was no winning this with words. All I could do was take his insistent tongue lashing.

When Daire slid two fingers inside me and curled them just right, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure. He went rabid on my clit, licking, biting, and sucking it. My moans grew louder, my hips bucking as I writhed.

“That’s right, Angel. Come all over my tongue.” His demand got inside my head, making me want to obey.

I came with a cry that had Daire chuckling in satisfaction against me. Every orgasmic wave shook me. When they’d subsided, I lay there spent and blissed out. Daire may have been a taker but he sure knew how to give too.

He propped his chin on his hand, peering up at me from between my legs. “Still think I’m a monster?”

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. I met his searching stare, falling into his enchanting green eyes. “Without a doubt.”

CHAPTER SIX

CLOVER

That night I stayed in Cash’s room. I would have been happy to sleep in Blaze’s bed alone. Daire would have none of it. He insisted that I needed to be with one of them at all times.

Maybe he wanted to protect me, or maybe he only wanted to make sure I didn’t try to run. I’d have liked to think it was the former, but I knew better. Daire didn’t care about me. I was only an object to be possessed and owned. He proved that daily.

Wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, I climbed into Cash’s bed. Even though I’d expected it to feel weird, he had a welcoming nature and smelled really damn good. His earthy citrus scent got inside my head, surrounding me with his essence. He was much calmer than Daire who still paced the house downstairs. I needed calm right now.

“Do you want the left side or the right?” Cash asked, motioning to the bed.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s your bed. Which side do you prefer?” I found myself smiling at his kindness.

“I sleep in the middle when I’m alone so it’s lady’s choice.” Cash pulled off his t-shirt and stripped down to his boxers.

I stayed put on the left side, content where I was. “I’m fine here.”

He got in next to me, sliding in close. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m a cuddler.”

Being cuddled up in Cash’s large arms against his warm body sounded pretty good right then. “No problem. I could use a cuddle.”

Cash settled in next to me, pulling me into his embrace. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

I shrugged. “If you want. I’m okay with quiet too. It’s been a hard couple of days.”

Only a small bedside lamp lit the room, bathing it in a warm glow. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep. Even though I was exhausted, my mind continued to race with thoughts of Blaze. What were we going to do?

“Yeah, I’m worried about Daire,” Cash admitted. “He’s so tightly wound. I’m not sure he’s thinking straight.”

“Seems like he’s the type to always be tightly wound. That must be exhausting.” I didn’t care if Cash repeated what I said. I was done tiptoeing around Daire.

Cash nodded. “He’s a bit high-strung. Situations like this really set him off. He can be pretty unpredictable. I’m afraid he’ll do something reckless to make matters worse.”

“How could things possibly get worse?” I asked, fidgeting with a loose string on the edge of the blanket. “Never mind. That was probably a stupid question.”

“I don’t think he’s slept since Blaze was taken. Daire doesn’t handle crisis situations so well. Maybe it was how he grew up. He always feels like he has to fix everything. He’s pretty hard on himself that way.” Cash ran a finger up and down my arm.

His touch felt nice and inviting. It was a lie. He’d been all too happy to tie me up in the basement and use my body. Just like the others.

I didn’t want to let myself get too comfortable with any of them. Deep down I harbored thoughts of getting away fromthem eventually. At some point this ridiculous arrangement had to come to an end. Didn’t it?

“What about you? How did you grow up? I know you mentioned a sister.” I cringed on the inside. I shouldn’t care about any of this.

“Trying to figure me out?” Cash tickled me until I squealed and squirmed. “My dad died in a car accident when I was still pretty young. My mom remarried quickly. At least it felt that way. I hated my stepdad. Still do. We’ve never gotten along. I felt like he was a replacement for my dad. My mom should have waited until we’d had proper time to grieve. I guess I had some anger issues after that. I got into trouble at school a lot for getting into fights. I was usually the one that started them.”

I suddenly wished I’d never asked. “Oh, I’m sorry, Cash. That’s terrible.”

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