Page 66 of Wild Angel

Something dawns in her eyes. I don’t know what she was expecting—for me to deny who I am? Sure, not everything out there I’ve heard said about me is the truth. I don’t hurt babies. I don’t sodomize women with knives.

But what Ihavedone isn’t much better. I’ve taken so many lives, I’ve lost track. And that’s why I’ll never be able to truly convince anyone —even Nyx—about how deserving I am for a place in heaven.

A human life is precious. But when you’re a Domingo, lives are currency. My father and Sergio don’t bat an eye when they order me to kill someone. They don’t even give a shit about torturing people themselves. About deflowering young girls offered to them as gifts from sick-minded fucks trying to seek their favor.

Most nights I can’t sleep—but I’m not losing shut-eye over the lives I’ve ended, the families I’ve destroyed, the husbands, fathers, sons I’ve killed.

I can’t sleep because, most nights, I lie awake wondering when my father or Sergio will give me an order I’llwantto refuse. I lie awake, because sometimes…I can’t think of anything Iwon’tdo for the cartel.

That doesn’t make me less of a monster. In fact…it makes me exactly what everyone says I am.

A savage.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Nyx

There’s a hard lump in my throat, and even Savage can’t choke it out of me. My hand slows around his thick, hard cock until I stop moving altogether. He stops too, his fingers lodged deep inside me, his thumb pressing hard on my clit.

I expected many things, but a confession didn’t even make the list.

When I try to take my hand away, Savage forces me to hold him even tighter. I must be hurting him, but I already know he enjoys suffering. I just didn’t realize that extended to his own pain, too.

“What if I want to leave?” I ask him.

“It’s too late,” he says, his jaw tight. He starts massaging my clit, the hand around my throat lessening up a little. “We’ve gone too far.”

It sends a shock through me, hearing my own thoughts repeated back to me. I guess it shows because he takes his fingers out of me and rubs that slickness over his cock again.

“But I meant what I said, Nyx.” He tears my hand off his dick, grimacing when I don’t let go straight away. “You’re safe with me.”

“Safe from everyonebutyou,” I throw back before I can stop myself.

His lip curls up in a half-smile. “Prettyandsmart. What a catch.”

I growl at him, but then he’s dragging my head down into his lap. I fight him like I did last time, but he just slaps a hand onto the back of my head, grabs a fistful of my hair, and forces my mouth over the tip of his cock.

Grabbing at his shirt, I twist the fabric, trying to push back, but then he pumps into my mouth with a single, violent thrust and it’s all I can do not to gag.

I should be clamping my jaw closed and biting off his fucking dick…but I don’t want to. Which is fucked up, because I also don’t want his cock in my mouth in the first place, but—

“Take it all, Angel. Every last fucking inch.”

He lifts me up barely long enough that I can suck a breath through my nose before he shoves my head down again. His cock fills my whole mouth, and the tip goes down my throat. I gag, my stomach contracting violently.

He’s going to make me puke on him.

And then he’s probably going to punish me for messing up his fucking clothes.

I punch my fist into his thigh, and another into his stomach, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Trying to claw his face is apparently going too far, though.

He drags me off his dick with a muffled curse. I suck in air like I’ve been drowning, saliva spilling over my bottom lip.

I don’t fight him when he grabs me and slides me onto his lap. In fact, I even lift my hips so he can position his cock under me. But he’s the one that drags my pussy open. He’s the one that grabs my shoulder and shoves me down onto his length.

We slam into each other, the impact driving the air from my lungs in a ragged sigh.

Savage plunges his fingers into my hair and yanks my head down, crushing our mouths together as his cock sinks deeper into me.

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