Page 39 of Wicked Angel

"It's in an hour," he said with a shrug. "And I'm not one for waiting. What are you doing?"

My hands found the skirts at my upper thighs, my fingers digging into the fabric. "Getting ready." It felt like the lamest thing in the world to say, but that’s what I was doing, wasn’t it? Preparing myself to marry the cruelest man I’d ever met, and the most frustrating.

“Are you admiring your dress?” he asked.

I frowned at him before I shrugged. “I suppose.”

"Yeah?" He arched a brow. "Usually, when one admires something, they have to be looking at it. Why aren't you looking at yourself, darling?" Heat rose to my face, and I had no response to that. He pushed away from the door and approached. "Well?" he prompted when I still hadn't answered him. The closer he came, the faster my heart beat until I swore it would leap right out of my chest.

I moved away, but he came forward. It was as if we had this constant push and pull between us. Whenever I would pull away, he would push forward. Whenever I’d push back … well, sometimes, I wondered if he actually liked that. It wasn't until the backs of my legs met the table that I realized he'd been steadily directing me. By then, though, it was too late.

Gaven's arms came down on either side of me, and he leaned in close enough that the scent of whatever cologne he'd chosen for today's special event was all that I could smell. It was something spicy and it enticed me. I hated that.

"Are you having second thoughts, Angel?" he taunted. “Are you wanting to run away again? You remember what happened the last time, don’t you?”

"You’re not doing that to me again," I replied tersely. Both he and my father had made it all too clear that regardless of my wishes, this wedding would come to pass. There was no way out.

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into mine. “You act as though you hated it,” he said, leaning closer. “I distinctly remember your wet cunt gripping me so tight, not wanting to let my hand go. I remember your body rolling against me, your hips thrusting onto my fingers and fist as you came apart.”

Why is he always trying to humiliate me?I wondered. It was as if he got off on the degrading words that came out of his lips.No,I corrected mentally.Heisgetting off on them and more so on what they do to me.

Gaven dipped his head as one of his hands came up and swept my hair back. My pulse throbbed in my veins as he leaned down even further, pressing a chaste kiss to my throat. Right where he’d tied a fucking noose around my neck. I parted my lips to speak, except the hard bite of his teeth shocked me mute as they sank into my skin. I gasped, and without thinking, my hands went to the waistband of his pants, gripping onto him there but not quite pushing him back.

The sharp pain of his bite slipped through my senses and traveled downward, lighting a fire within me as the place between my legs softened. "Gaven..." I whispered, both a plea and a refusal. I wanted him to release me almost as much as I wanted him to give me more of those sensations. My brain lit up with the pain as it morphed and shifted, changing into a distinctly wicked kind of pleasure.

"You have no clue what I'm going to do to you tonight, do you, Angel?" he said, but even as he asked the question, he kept going, pressing himself more firmly against me so that even through the copious fabrics of my dress and his pants, I could feel how hard he was. The thick length of him throbbing against me. "I'm going to mold you, sweetheart. I'm going to teach you exactly how to please a man like me, and I promise you that you’re going to like it. You'll like everything I give you and ask for more. You’ll beg for it, and as it’s your duty to submit to me, it’ll be mine to give you all that pleasure and maybe just a little bit of pain.”

I pulled my head away and glared at him. “It’s always more than a little bit of pain with you,” I reminded him.

Gaven grinned and twisted his head as his gaze roved over me. Sweat popped up along my spine. “You like the pain I give you, sweetheart,” he replied.

I didn’t say a thing in response. I knew any denial would be a lie, and fuck him, but so did he. I licked my lips and moved my head back so I could look into his perfect, devious, blue eyes. Reckless. He made me want to be so fucking reckless. “You said that if I gave you what you wanted, you might give me something I wanted,” I reminded him instead, lifting my hand to his chest. His body tightened against mine and a flare of something wicked entered his eyes. “Is that still true?”

“Yes.” His answer was quick.

“What do you want now, Gaven?” I asked.

He hadn't been planning to do anything to me now, I realized, but my words changed something inside of him. My readiness, my willingness, had shown him that I was contemplating something dangerous, a place at his side. I wanted to know what it would be like if maybe I actually stopped fighting him and instead joined him. Waiting for several more hours to find out seemed like a hellish pursuit.

"Oh, Angel." The sound of my name rumbled in his chest. "You're going to wish you hadn't asked me that."

"Are you going to hurt me?" I challenged him. “Makeme like it?

He smiled. "Yes," he admitted. "I'm going to rip you open and get myself inside of you, sweetheart. I'm going to tie you down and fuck you until you can't breathe.”

“You’ve already done that.” My voice was already breathless, as if all the air had been stolen from my lungs.

Gaven moved even harder against me, thrusting his already hard cock against my belly as I stared up at him in my white wedding dress. “I’m going to do more,” he promised. “I'm going to shove my cock so far between those pretty lips of yours that all you'll know is the taste of me. I'm going to fall asleep tonight with my cock in your pussy, wake up, fuck you again, and then do it all over the next night.”

“What happens if I let you this time?” I prompted. “What if I were to stop resisting? What will you do if I become the queen you’re looking for?” Will it be better for me in the long run to just give in? To use him and let him use me?

Ice-blue eyes locked onto my face. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“How?” I demanded.

A finger touched the side of my face, the slight touch gentle and so damn contradictory to the pain he’d given me before. “Our relationship doesn’t have to be one where you get nothing but protection,” he said. “We can both get something out of this.”

“Why tell me this now?” I asked. “You’re going to get what you want regardless; you’ve made that clear.” Could I trust him? Could I trust the words of a monster?

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