Page 103 of Never Fall for an Angel

“I feel guilty for the way I left. In the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve that. She . . .” Mila turns away, wiping her hand across her eyes.

“It’s not about who deserves what.”

Part of me wants to tie her to my bed until she tells me who was after her. The other half is prepared to burn the world down and rid it of anyone who could even have the chance.

“Thank you. For today. I know it’s outside our rules.”

“Don’t thank me, Mila.”

I pull to a stop at the dock, and neither of us moves, staring out over the water at the dim lights of our island.

“Why do they call it Shipwreck Island?”

“Because there’s a ship sunk just off the north side.”

A shiver rolls through her at the thought, and she falls silent for a moment.

“You know, when you’re not stroking your own ego, kidnapping someone, or being a flaming dickhead, you aren’t so bad,” she smiles.

“Thought I was an egotistical asshole?” I muse, throwing her earlier words back at her.

“You are,” she admits quietly. “But you’re also a good man.” We both fall silent, and the air between us hums with unspoken shit I’d rather not think about.

Like the way my chest tightens when I look at her.

Or how my heart quickens when she smiles.

Definitely not the picture I’ve kept in my wallet for three years that’s worn and tattered from being taken out and held too many times.

Fuck.

Something sickening slips through my veins. A bitter resentment that I can’t tell her about our past. That I didn’t leave because I didn’t care.

I did care. Just way too fucking much.

“I’m not a good man, Mila.”

“I . . . think you’re afraid of anyone finding out you are.”

I grit my teeth, my hand tightening on the steering wheel.

“I’ve hurt a lot of people. Killed a lot of people.”

“Would you hurt me?”

I’d chop my fucking dick off first.

“If I had to.”

She’s silent for a moment, and I wait for her to exit the car. The part of me that wants to take her in the cottage and spend the next five days reminding her exactly who the fuck I am wants me to grab her and drag her inside.

Slowly, she raises up on the seat and moves towards me as if she’s approaching a wild animal. Right now, with the scent of her enveloping me, she’s not fucking wrong.

“Mila,” I grit, my voice rough when she slips into my lap.

I push the seat all the way back as she hovers over me, her legs straddling me on either side and her cunt pressed against my dick.

Fuck. Me.

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