Page 30 of Ruthless Angel

“Fuck,” he swore, his pace faltering for a moment. “I knew you had it in you, Clover. I knew you were so much more than a good girl. Show me how bad you can be.”

My immediate reaction was to slap him across the face. I didn’t mean to do it. Somehow, I couldn’t stop myself.

Daire chuckled. “That’s right. Get it all out. Let me have all of it.”

Driving deep, Daire nailed me so hard, I let out a shriek. A tear slipped free, sliding down my cheek. His tongue was warm on my skin as he licked it away. That didn’t stop me from clawing and biting him. From pulling his hair and moaning the many ways I wished I could hurt him.

“Harder,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider for him. “Make it hurt.”

I’d never been so happy to have a man hurt me with his cock. Daire wasn’t the only one with some hidden inner feelingsto purge. Seeing Blaze in that hospital bed had done something to me. It had forced me to accept that maybe I might love him. That maybe my feelings for the Angels went deeper than I knew.

Guilt and shame were among the feelings I sought to release. How could I possibly love men who got off on hurting me? On making me submit to their many twisted desires? Who even was I with the Angels?

Daire grabbed my leg, shoving it up high toward my head as he pounded into me. In no time I was crying out his name, coming all over his cock.

“I’m not done with you yet. Get up.” Daire pushed off me.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Spinning me around, he bent me over the closest headstone and entered me from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping together was loud in the stillness.

I gripped the headstone, feeling like this had to be some kind of sin. Daire used my hair to yank my head back, forcing me to focus on him and only him. Nothing else mattered but the way he owned my pussy.

Daire’s other hand gripped my ass cheek hard enough to leave bruises. No doubt I would be feeling this for the next few days.

When Daire’s hand drifted to my tight asshole, I braced myself. I glanced back to see him suck a finger into his mouth to wet it before pressing it inside me. My body resisted at first. Daire was insistent. Burying his finger up to the knuckle, he pumped it in and out of my ass in time with his thrusts into my pussy.

Holding on to the headstone, I did my best to stay upright on shaky legs. Daire drove so deep, I felt his balls slap against my ass. He murmured something about my gorgeous ass followed by a husky moan.

His pace grew impossibly fast moments before he unleashed a warm stream of cum inside me. I slumped against the headstone, my breath coming quickly.

Daire stepped back to admire my bare ass with his cum dripping from my pussy. “That is fucking beautiful.”

He caught some cum on a finger, pressing it back inside me. Unable to stay upright any longer, I slid to my knees on the grass.

Glancing at the name on the headstone, I panted, “We’re going to be so haunted for this.”

Daire’s laugh was filled with deep satisfaction. “I wouldn’t mind a gorgeous woman getting railed on my grave. We better get out of here. The sun is coming up.”

He handed my pants to me before reaching to touch a bite mark on his neck. His jaw dropped when his hand came away bloody. Oops.

My legs felt numb as we made our way back to the car. I ached all over. A good ache. I’d needed that more than I’d known. Daire’s cock and his merciless punishment of my pussy had been the therapy I didn’t know I needed.

When we reached the car, he turned me to face him beneath a streetlight. Looking me over, he asked, “Are you okay, Angel? Did I hurt you?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Yes to both. Let’s go home. I desperately need a hot bath.”

“That sounds good.” Daire held my door open for me. “Maybe I’ll join you.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CLOVER

Later the following day Blaze was given the okay to leave the hospital. The doctor suggested that he stay another day or two, but Blaze would have none of it. He was ready to get out of there.

Cash and I went inside to get him while Daire waited in the car. With every step I took, I felt the bruises on my inner thighs from Daire pounding me in the cemetery. A bruise in the shape of his teeth marked the side of my neck. I did my best to hide it with a scarf so nobody would look twice.

When we entered Blaze’s room, he argued with a nurse who asked him if he was sure about leaving.

“I need to get out of here. I want to be in my own house in my own bed.” Blaze’s tone was a little snappy. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a gentler manner. “I appreciate your concern. I just can’t sit here anymore.”

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