Page 67 of Ruthless Angel

“God, I want to hurt you.” Agony in every word.

Daire reached to run a bloody fingertip over my bottom lip. He was testing me. A test I didn’t intend to fail. One thing I’d learned in my time with the Angels is that none of us knew what we were capable of until we were put to the test. Like right this minute.

Holding Daire’s piercing stare, I licked his blood from my lip. Darting my tongue out, I licked the tip of his finger. His eyes widened, pupils dilating.

Taking it a step further, I picked up the bloody knife and pressed it to the side of my neck. “Then hurt me.”

Time seemed to freeze as we stared at one another. Daire didn’t seem to know what to make of me. My heart raced. I was ready to show him that we were all a little fucked up. I’d stopped being the good girl when they’d claimed me. Together the three of them had awakened a part of me that I’d been suppressing for a long time.

Daire placed his hand over mine on the knife handle. Slowly, he dragged it over my skin. A shallow cut. Just enough to draw blood.

Tossing the knife aside, he leaned in and placed his lips to the wound, licking the blood that welled up. There was a slight sting as he sucked on the cut, drawing more of my blood into his mouth.

A fire ignited between my legs. Heat crept through me as my thighs clenched. Daire expected me to fear him because he’d caught me off guard during a nightmare. I didn’t fear him though. Not anymore. I wanted him. I needed him.

He sucked on my cut neck until I made a small pained sound. Moving to my lips, he kissed me hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He tasted coppery, like blood. Therewas a battle as we both sought to control the kiss. A tangle of tongues and a crash of lips.

“We should get your hand taken care of,” I said when we pulled apart.

“Fuck it. I’ll deal with it later. I need to be inside you.” Leaving bloody smears behind, Daire tugged my t-shirt off. He went for my shorts next, removing them with urgent haste.

I lifted my hips so he could get my shorts and underwear off. Arousal gathered between my thighs, making my pussy wet for him. Blood stained my breasts as he clutched them with a mania that made me moan.

He leaned in to suck my nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. My head fell back against the couch as he did the same to the other before teasing it into a hard point with his tongue.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the back of the couch. My hunger for him was ravenous. Needing him now, I reached for his belt.

Daire’s hand left a bloody print on my ass cheek as he dragged me on top of him. With a hand on the back of my neck, he kissed me while thrusting up into me. I let out a strangled moan against his lips.

His cock filled me, stretching me wide. As I moved on top of him, he thrust up into me again, driving deep. I held tight to him, bracing myself.

“That’s right, Clover. Take my cock like the good girl you are. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Fisting my hair, he jerked my head back and licked the cut on my neck again. I moaned, wanting more of his possessive touch. Daire touched me like I belonged to him. Like he owned me. At one time, it had scared me. Now it made me crave him.

“I need more,” I panted. “Deeper. I need all of your cock.”

Daire didn’t disappoint. He held my hips while driving up inside me, wrenching a cry from me that was both pain and pleasure. I moved so that my clit rubbed perfectly against him. The promise of a mind shattering orgasm made me wild with need.

Capturing his lip between my teeth, I bit down until I tasted the tangy, metallic flavor of blood. Daire groaned, fucking me harder. I ran a finger over the scars marking his shoulder and arm, the justice scales inked on his lower abdomen, and the small lightning bolt beneath one eye. His entire body told a hell of a story.

He nudged me up higher on my knees, biting and sucking my nipple while he fucked me. Closing my eyes, I savored the way his hands felt on me as he gripped my ass. The way his cock moved inside me. And the painful but delicious touch of his mouth.

I came moments before Daire filled me with his climax. He bit my throat before pulling me in for another kiss. We were panting, chests heaving, when Blaze flew down the stairs and burst into the room.

His eyes widened as he took in the bloody knife on the table and the scarlet smears all over my body from Daire’s hand. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“What does it look like?” A brow arched, Daire shot him a pointed look. “What do you want?”

“Sorry to interrupt your horror movie sex, but Desmond’s guys have eyes on Brady. We have to move. Now.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CLOVER

Time to bring my nightmares to an end. I leapt off Daire’s lap and grabbed my clothes. Since I couldn’t wear pajamas out to take vengeance on Brady, I pushed past Blaze and sprinted up the stairs.

Well, I could wear pajamas, although that wasn’t really the look I wanted for something so huge. So profound. Upstairs I ditched my pajamas, changing into black leggings and one of Blaze’s t-shirts. I didn’t have a lot of black clothing.

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