Page 107 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Better,sir?”

He smirks.

“It’s a start.”

His cock is hard. I can see the outline through his dark jeans. My mouth waters despite the nerves swirling in my stomach.

“Scared?” he asks, leaning forward enough to run his thumb over my bottom lip.

Yes.

“No.”

His fingers slide back into my hair, roughly jerking my face up to meet his gaze. A slight tremor moves through his hand, and a sense of power I never knew fills me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps, and my heart flutters for an entirely new reason.

He watches me, his gaze running over my face as if he’s studying a priceless artifact.

“You want my cock in your mouth?”

God, his words are so dirty, but something in my core tightens, and I nod my head, licking my lips. This is what I’ve been craving. The high he gives me when he’s growling my name. Atmymercy.

“Ask me nicely.”

A rush of resentment washes through me at his bossiness. This was supposed to be a test to prove myself.

Then, I realize the way my core pulses and tightens at his words. How much I like that he’s in control, showing me that he’s got me.

This is exactly what I need to fight off the voices in my head. Total surrender.

A shaky breath leaves me. “Please?” I ask, and his eyes grow half-lidded and hazy with dark lust. “Please, can I suck your cock?”

“Undo my belt,” he says, his voice rougher than usual, and birds swarm in my stomach.

—We’re way past butterflies at this point.

I swallow self-consciously when he lets go of my hair. Gripping his belt, I undo it when he sits back. The clang of the buckle sounds too loud in the quiet office.

My hand shakes, my mouth impossibly dry—a real problem at a time like this—when I slip my hand into his boxers and pull his cock out.

God, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to his size.

My gaze flicks back to Christian’s, and he eyes me with a slight amusement in his heated gaze that makes me angry. I refuse to let him win.

“I thought you weren’t scared?”

I glare up at him, stroking him from root to tip, and his nostrils flare. The tip of his cock glistens with precum, the thick veins dark and angry where it stands straight up.

“Mila.”

My stomach dips at the demanding tone of his voice. Like a man on the brink of losing control.

I lean forward, pressing kisses along the head of his cock, delighting in the way his abs draw up tight at the contact.

I slip my lips lower, over the veins and to his balls, my tongue darting out to lick his heavy sac before moving higher.

I don’t have any idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to mind if the way he’s tensing under my hands is anything to go by.

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