Page 15 of Wicked Angel

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think. What could I do? Was there a plan that could get me out? I was smart. Hell, the number of scholarships I’d applied to and the computer science program I was set to join in the fall was a testament to that, wasn’t it?

Even if I did manage to call off this wedding, what would that mean for the future? Would I ever be able to see my dad again? Would I ever be able to come back? Or would rejecting Gaven mean I’d have to leave my family behind too?

My eyes opened, but I wasn’t focused on the room before me. Gaven had been there seven years ago. He’d been the one I’d sought out, the one I’d looked to for my deepest, darkest desire. Revenge on the killer who’d taken my mom from me. Even if I wanted to reject the cruel dark world of the mafia, I had to admit that everyone—including myself—had the capacity to be a criminal.

There had never been anyone like Gaven before. No one had ever expressed such a singular interest. If I was honest with myself, I had to admit that at least a small part of the reason I was so hell-bent on leaving the Price Family was to leave behind the mark of sacrosanctity that had followed me my whole life. Jackie had sought out affection, but once I’d discovered the truth behind our mother’s death, I’d wanted nothing to do with our family’s business and life in the shadows. I’d overheard some of the men say that it was because I looked more like our mother, which was why our father had always preferred me. I didn’t like the thought. Jackie, despite her shitty personality, was still my sister and my father was fair in his affection. He loved her just as much as he loved me. Still, despite our half-American heritage, both of us were mafia princesses—tied to the world by the strands of our blood. I hated that.

Was it too much to want someone to want me for me, and not because of the power I could give them?

Gaven didn’t exactly want me, though. He was practically guaranteed that power the second he married me and it would solidify if and when he got me pregnant. My hands fell to my belly and I looked down as I smoothed the tips of my fingers over the flat surface. I imagined what it would feel like to be swollen with a baby. I was my mom’s last child, so I’d never seen her pregnant and there’d been no female in our household who had ever worked or been allowed in while they’d been pregnant. I wondered what it felt like. Would it hurt? Would it feel magical? There were so many differing opinions of it on the internet. In theory, I knew that each pregnancy was different.

If Gaven was guaranteed power, though, so long as he married a Price daughter, he had a choice. He could have married Jackie. She certainly would’ve been happy about it, but he didn’t. Instead, he chose me. Maybe he did it because he wanted me. He’d said he was attracted to me, but that couldn’t be enough to build a marriage off of, could it?

With my mind full of confusion and lingering sparks of desire, I turned away from the mirror and headed for the shower. I jerked the handles down, letting steaming hot water spurt out of the shower head before stripping out of my dress and letting it fall to the tiled floor. When my fingers went to the necklace, I paused.

I knew the precious jewelry shouldn’t be exposed to the hot water, but as I tried to reach back and around to undo the clasp, I found it difficult to remove without help. Another thing Gaven had no doubt taken into consideration. With a grumble, I left it and finished divesting myself of my underwear and bra before stepping into the already foggy glass stall. Steam quickly filled the room as I let the water run over my scalp and through my hair. When the scalding water didn’t assuage the twisting of my insides and the lingering desire, I fumbled with the handles and flipped the water from molten to ice cold.

Shuddering under the downpour as the water slid over my skin, I closed my eyes and pressed one palm into the tile before me as my other found its way over my chest. My breasts felt heavy and I wondered what it would’ve been like had Gaven taken them into his hands. Would he have been rough, or would he have been gentle? Would he have taken my nipples between his fingertips and rolled them until they were tight little buds like the men of my books did to their women?

I did that now, wanting to remember the feeling of him against me in a new way. Closing my eyes again as I sunk into my imaginary world, I pretended that none of the reality of our situation—Gaven’s and mine—was there. I imagined what it would’ve been like if we were just two people, a man and a woman, who’d met somewhere on the street.

I palmed my breasts, heaving them in my grip, and pinched my nipples as I flipped around and pressed my spine against the tile with cold water raining over me. It did nothing to quell the quickly rising arousal pouring through me.

My lips parted as I pushed my hands further down, over the soft curve of my belly and to the place throbbing between my legs. Just as it had been at the restaurant with Gaven, I found myself soaked through in a way that had nothing to do with the shower. Wetness dripped from my core down the inside of my thighs. My clit fucking pulsed with need. My pussy felt empty without Gaven’s fingers sliding into their depths.

Soft panting breaths escaped me as I slowly lowered my hand further and then brought a single finger to my clit, rubbing the little bundle in a circle as I closed my eyes and imagined that it wasn’t my hand there, but Gaven’s instead. He’d been so hot in my ear as he’d whispered harsh, dirty words to me and made me ride his fingers. I wanted more than to stand here and touch myself to his image in my mind.

If things had been different, I might have let him do more to me than simply shove his hand in my panties. If things were to continue down the path we were careening down, he would inevitably be allowed more liberties. I wondered what it would be like to have him fuck me. In my mind, he would cover me with his naked body, all muscle and tan skin. His short beard would scrape my flesh, making me shiver with anticipation the way his long stubble had when it’d touched my throat. Gaven’s body would be weighty as he pressed me back against the tile.

Are you hungry, little girl?I could practically hear him whisper the words into my ear. I’d respond with a whimper. I’d open my mouth and beg for another kiss.

You want something more, don’t you? You want my cock to fuck this sweet little pussy.

I’d nod and open my mouth only to be stopped as he slipped two thick fingers inside.

Lick them,he’d order me.Get them wet so I can put them inside of you.

My tongue would roll around Gaven’s fingers, between them. I’d soak him with my mouth, only for him to pull out and sink down to his knees before me.

Despite the haze of my imagination as it took over my mind, I continued my own movements—fingers practically flying over my clit as I reached for that pleasure again. Gaven’s head would disappear between my thighs as he lifted one leg and hung it over his muscular shoulder.

Those fingers that had been in my mouth would slip towards my pussy, spearing into me and then scissoring apart, stretching me open. He’d bat my hand out of the way and dip his head closer until his wicked tongue came out and licked at my pussy. I could picture it now. The way his tongue would flick out and run right up one side of my pussy and then the other, collecting my juices before it slid its attention to the opposite side. He’d make me wait. Cruel man that he was. He would keep me on the edge of release for as long as he desired.

In real-time, I could feel myself getting closer. My body tightened all over. My muscles contracted and released with my movements. I wanted to feel him deeper. As filthy and wrong as it was, I wanted more than just his fingers. He was right. I wanted him to fuck me.

My mouth opened on a fresh moan as it was pulled from me by my own imagination. My fingers moved down and into my cunt, shoving inside just as he had. I couldn’t reach as deep though. Gaven’s fingers had been far better than my own, thicker, more experienced, as if he knew exactly where my buttons were.

Little puffs of air escaped me as I groaned and shuddered under the water’s downpour. The Gaven of my imagination finally sealed his mouth over my clit. He sucked it between his lips and the pulse of his tongue as it flicked the sensitive little bean would skyrocket me into the first orgasm of many.

Ripping one hand from my pussy, I pressed my knuckles into my lips, and shoved them past until my teeth stabbed into my flesh. My thighs trembled as a great pulse sent my mind into a fog. I cried out, twisting against the tile as I came on my own fingers. A gush of wetness slipped from me, further tracking down my inner thighs. I sobbed against my fist as I rode the wave of my release for several more seconds. Once it finally abated, I found that my skin was littered with goosebumps and I was shivering from the cold. I reached for the shower handles and twisted them back to release the hot water once more and sunk to the floor. My legs came up to my chest and I wrapped my arms around them as water soaked into my hair.

“Gaven Belmonte…” His name echoed into the cold, lonely bathroom. I touched my fingers to my lips. “Angel … Price. Angel Belmonte.” I shook my head. No. If Gaven married me, then I wouldn’t become a Belmonte,hewould become a Price. Gaven Price.

If he were to join the Price Family, would that mean he’d take my name or would I take his?

Whatever the case, knowing that soon there would be other forms of ownership from the man known as Gaven Belmonte left me with a lingering sense of loss and … hunger.

It couldn’t be worth it. I couldn’t give up everything I’d ever wanted for a man like Gaven Belmonte, but I’d be damned if I didn’t say he made it difficult to say no.

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