Page 13 of Wicked Angel

“You said you were inexperienced, Angel.” Gaven’s voice moved over my ears. I forced down a shudder. He was so close—too close. “Does that mean this pussy down here is untouched too?”

“I’m not fucking answering that.” Hot, molten blood flooded my face.

“A penalty then…” Gaven’s hand shot up past the hem of my dress and curved over my inner thigh.

A squeaky noise erupted from my throat as my own hands jerked down and latched onto his wrist. “What are you doing?” I demanded, eyes wide.

“This is your penalty, Angel,” he replied. “My turn.”

“Wait, what? I didn’t—” Motherfucker. He was a conniving bastard. “That’s not fair.”

“There’s nothing fair in marriage and war,” Gaven stated. “Now, answer me this.”

I struggled to listen to him as his thumb began to rub back and forth over my flesh. Sparks danced down my spine. My insides churned and tightened, contracting and releasing as if anticipating more.

“Do you realize how important our marriage will be?”

“What?” Breathing was becoming difficult. “I-I don’t—”

“If there is no Price Heir, one must be made,” Gaven continued. “In our world, there are few true liberties. If your father were to perish without the next head of the family being chosen, it would spell disaster. War.”

Was his hand moving higher? I swore it felt like it. Even as I gripped his wrist, he didn’t seem all that swayed by my obvious discomfort. A whimper escaped me, and I wished I could reach out into the air and pluck it back.

“So, my question for you, my sweet inexperienced Angel, is this: Marriage? Or War? Those are your options. Me? Or Death?”

“No one’s going to die if I don’t get married,” I argued.

“Oh, but they will. Men will fall if there is no heir. Your father’s death would leave a vacuum in our world and there will be an untold number of vermin crawling out of the shadows to take what he had. They would take you too.”

I gasped as Gaven’s hand settled over my crotch, his fingers rubbing against the thin layer of my underwear. I jumped in my seat, only to be settled back down by a firm hand on my shoulder.

“S-stop,” I begged.

“You haven’t answered me yet,” he said, watching me with an intensity that I could feel down in my belly. “This is your penalty. Now, sit back and take it like a good girl.”

My mind fogged over as his fingers moved to the edge of my underwear, carefully pulled it to the side, and dipped inside. Whatever rejection I could manage evaporated as, before it could be voiced, Gaven’s lips descended until they were suddenly on mine.

My eyes widened as his lips parted, his tongue sinking past my defenses. I’d been kissed before. Of course, I had. I wasn’t wholly unaware—inexperienced, yes, but unaware? No. Still, those light, childish kisses didn’t hold a candle to this. Those were boys, and Gaven was a man. Hekissedlike a man. Then again, perhaps thinking of this as a kiss was wrong too. It didn’t feel like a kiss. It felt like a monster devouring its prey.

It was something that I couldn’t fight, either. There was no fumbling or sloppiness, no awkward angles or stunted movements of his lips and tongue. Every single move was calculated and smooth. I felt as though any experience I might have had before was dwarfed in comparison to the ministrations of a master.

His fingers moved into my body, sliding through my lower lips, gathering my wetness as he smeared it up to my clit. “Shit.” I hissed through my teeth, cutting off the kiss as I jerked at the sharp sensation that spiraled through me.

Gaven hushed me gently, continuing his ministrations. “There, there,” he whispered. “You’ll like this, Angel. Trust me.”

I growled low in my throat, tossing him a glare. “Never.”

That response seemed to amuse him as it only elicited a grin. “The choice is yours regardless,” he replied. “But I will have this. I will have your juices soaking my fingers, and I will have your body under mine as my ring sits on your finger.”

As he spoke, his hand continued moving. He thrust in and out of my pussy, back and forth, dragging his thumb over my clit and circling it with each movement. Panting, I found myself clutching onto him, nails sinking into his arm as my body responded against my will. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall for his tricks. Yet, here I was—legs spread like a whore, letting him fuck me with his fingers and whisper filthy vile words into my ear.

“Your pussy is clamping so tight onto my fingers.” His gruff voice rumbled. “I imagine you’d strangle my cock with a cunt like this, wouldn’t you?”

A groan worked its way up my throat as my only reply.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Your hips are moving, do you feel it? Do you want more?”

No. No, I didn’t, yet somehow, I couldn’t stop. He was right. My body now had a mind of its own, and it was responding to him. I found myself leaning forward into his hand. Gaven knew what he wanted from me and was determined to take it through sheer skill and heated passion.

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