Page 14 of Wicked Angel

Panting, mouth open on a cry, I shouldn’t have been surprised when he kissed me again. Coming down hard, his tongue twined with mine, touching and teasing me. His teeth scraped against my bottom lip. I shuddered, that place between my thighs pulsing in time with his thrusts. I ached. Somewhere deep within my body, there was a craving that I hadn’t known before. Sure, I’d wanted a man before. I’d laid in my bed at night after watching videos no young woman ever should and reading books that would make my nanny blush. I had shoved my hand into my panties and touched myself, slid the pads of my fingers over the wet nub of my clit as I’d imagined some make-believe man bending me over my own childhood bed and sliding into my wanting slit.

This was no imagination, now. This was real. Gaven was too hot to be anything but a reality. He was burning me from the inside out. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his shoulder. I was tilted off balance and needed to cling to him to keep from falling backward. His tongue invaded deeper, toying with my own.

Gaven’s kiss was a conversation, but his fingers inside of me were a battle. He was playing with me, enticing me to follow him back and follow him. I did. Touching his tongue tentatively with my own, I responded to the kiss. He made a noise deep in his throat. A guttural sound reverberated through me and, somehow, made me impossibly wetter.

The sounds that emitted from my pussy where he fucked me with his hand made my face burn hotter. Everything in the room was spinning as he shoved me, cruelly, up the mountain toward an impossible valley of pleasure. My hips ground up as he added a third finger, stretching me. Another whimper escaped me. Heat stole across my cheeks as the noise reached my ears. The small accidental sound seemed to make Gaven even more intense though. His head craned closer to mine and he shoved me back further into the chair, his grip tightening. My head was swimming as he took complete and utter control.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he panted, yanking his head back.

I gasped for more breath, black dots dancing in front of my vision. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a knock. Gaven’s response was lost to me, however. Whatever he said was swallowed up as the next pass of his thumb over my clit and the next thrust of his fingers into my cunt sent me careening over that mountain and into an orgasm that stole every single one of my senses.

I should have been frightened. I should have pushed him away. I should have done a lot of things. Instead, however, I descended into the madness right alongside him.

It was wet. It was hot. It was indescribably addictive. I lost all sense of myself in that moment, falling deeper and deeper under the spell he had woven over me. When the orgasm came to a slow, languid stop, I found that I was breathing unevenly, my chest rising and falling in rapid increments. My face felt heated beyond a simple blush, and beneath my clothes, my core was pulsing.

“That’s it, right there, milk my fingers,Angel.” A groan reverberated up my chest, unbidden. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. At the moment, though, I couldn’t want anything else but what he was giving me. Sheer, pure pleasure. “This is only the beginning,” Gaven whispered fervidly in my ear. “You coming all over my fingers is only the first step. There’s so much more I can teach you.”

I gritted my teeth as my body grew hotter. My hips ground down into his hand as my vision blurred in front of me. “N-no,” I gasped. “S-stop.” This wasn’t right. I was meant to get him to call everything off. Not this. This wasn’t what I’d intended.

“Shhh.” Gaven hushed me gently, his face alongside mine. His stubble scraped my jaw as he leaned down and ran his lips up the column of my throat. “You’re going to come for me again, Angel. You’re going to let yourself go and release all over my hand in this room and you’re going to love how fucking good I can make you feel. Only me.”

Sharp knives of bliss stabbed at me, shredding me apart and filling me with warmth. I cried out and pushed my face into Gaven’s chest, muffling the sound of my own pleasure as electricity raced through my system.

Faint … I felt faint. How was that possible? How had this happened? How had I let it?

“You’re going to be mine, Angel,” Gaven said as he gently pulled his fingers from my pussy. Ice washed over me. I had to blink several times and take a few deep breaths before I felt even somewhat cognizant of my surroundings. Once I did, I realized that he was holding up his hand—the same hand that had just been inside me. As soon as he was sure I was watching, too, Gaven brought his hand forward and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

I gaped at him as the wet juices of my pussy dripped down his digits and he tugged each one into his mouth, closing his lips around them and cleaning them with a satisfied groan.

“I always take care of what’s mine,” he said as soon as he was done. Then, reaching for a towel set on the table, he wiped his hands and called out for the waiter. The door to the private room opened, and the same waiter from before appeared with a tray of food. Gaven looked toward it before smiling at me. “I suggest you get used to it sooner than later.”

Gaven is a dangerous man. I knew as much when we’d first been introduced, but now I knew he was dangerous in other ways. Deadly not only to the lives of others but to my own sanity. Even if he hadn’t just fucked me with his hand, that kiss of his could have been enough to ensnare me.

He was a threat. With one simple kiss, I felt addicted. Conquered. Even if I were to be Persephone in this tale of ours, Gaven was no Hades. No, instead, he’d be the pomegranate seeds, and I was fucking starving down here in the underworld, trying to find a way out into the light again. I feared, though, that the second I said ‘I do’ I’d never see it again.

6

ANGEL

Ididn’t remember what dinner tasted like after Gaven made me come all over his hand. I didn’t even remember the drive home. It wasn’t until the front of my house came into view that I seemed to return to my body. The second the car was stopped and one of the men always standing outside the front came to open my door, I rushed past him, straight for the house, not caring what I must have looked like. It didn’t matter if I seemed crazed or not. All I knew was that I needed to be alone.

I feared that if I didn’t lock myself away as soon as possible, I would combust right there in front of my father’s men. Moments later, I dashed into my room and slammed the door behind me, turning and placing my back against the solid wood. It kept me steady and grounded as my knees buckled and threatened to take me to the floor.

Gaven Belmonte was twice my age. He was a stranger. A monster by society’s standards. To work with my father, he had to be. Yet, I’d just let him … no, I hadn’t just let him touch me. I’d resisted. I’dtriedto, but he’d forced it on me. The pleasure. The orgasm. Heat burned through my body, into my face, and down my limbs. How the fuck had that happened?

Resistance scorched my insides, but I couldn’t lie to myself. I’denjoyedhis touch. I’d responded to him. In fact, even now, I could still feel the remains of what that same touch had done to me between my legs.

Panting, I locked the door and lurched away, stumbling across my room to the bathroom, needing to clean myself. However, the second I stepped into the luminescent interior of my personal bathroom, I paused as I caught sight of my reflection. Cheeks flushed pink. Eyes watery and lips pouting, I didn’t look like someone who didn’t want to marry Gaven Belmonte.

What had he done to me?

In my reflection, my hand raised and touched the side of my face before my eyes fell on the necklace around my throat. The diamond choker glittered against my skin. An innocent person, unknowing, would naturally assume it was a simple piece of expensive jewelry, although I knew the truth.

I touched the necklace, circling the space above and below it where it connected with my flesh. It was heavy, an expensive piece, beautiful in its own way. A shiver stole over me, racking my body as it slid up and down my spine. This was no gift. It was a collar. A marking. This was an act of possession.

Soon, I was to become Gaven Belmonte’s bride.His wife.

All of my dreams of leaving this family were dying, disappearing in the face of my reality. College? I could forget it. A life outside of Gaven and the Price Empire? It was fading fast and there was no way out.

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