Page 124 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Maybe I should invite her back home with us when I fuck you for the first time.”

“Christian,” Mila admonishes, but an unmistakable shudder moves through her. We move forward in line, almost to the front now, and all I can think about is what I’m going to do to her when I get her alone.

Well . . . Mostly alone.

There won’t be any supermoms to save her in the air, and judging by the shiver that moves through her where my lips are pressed against her racing pulse in the side of her throat, she knows it too.

“Would you like that, little devil? Showing her that I belong to you and only you while my cock’s buried deep inside you? That my cock is yours to take whenever and wherever you want?”

Her tongue slides out to lick her lips, and the movement goes straight to my cock.

Of course, I’d never let anyone see her or the things I do to her, but watching the way her cheeks darken and her breathing goes shallow is addicting.

I release her the moment the car opens for us to slip inside. It’s a private car, so the sides have taller walls than most, and that’s fucking perfect for what I want.

The next item on the list?

Watching her come at the top of the Ferris wheel like we’re teenagers again.

I help her step inside, and she scrambles to get away from me when I crowd behind her, shutting the door behind us with a snap. Then, we’re moving, and I’m tugging her back into my side. My hand on her bare thigh and my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

I bring my lips down, gliding them across her skin the moment we’re out of eyesight of the people below.

“Mr. Cross,” she breathes, though her eyelashes flutter, her lids closing at the brush of my tongue on her skin. Fucking divine. “If you brought me up here because you think I’m going to sleep with you, it’s not happening.”

“Not yet,” I correct, kissing my way up her jaw. Fuck, she smells like heaven. “And when I fuck you, little devil, it’s not going to be just a few minutes.”

“Then, what are you doing?” Her voice is shaky, breathier than usual, and so fucking sexy.

“Reminding you whose pussy this is,” I murmur against her cheek, and anything she was about to say is lost when I lean down and suck the flesh below her ear, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, I’m burning this dress when we get home.”

“Don’t. I like it,” she breathes, her hand coming to rest on my thigh. It’s the most she’s touched me on her own since she had my cock in her throat, and the knowledge that she’s getting more comfortable with me sends a shot of electricity through my veins.

Slipping my hand up her side, I push her hair off her neck and lay it back over her shoulder while she stares up at me from underneath thick lashes. Under my fingertips, I feel her heart rate rise to dangerous levels, and I bite back a smile.

My other hand slips over the smooth skin of her leg, toying with the hem of her dress. She lets out a deep breath when I stroke her inner thigh, her hand resting over mine.

“Christian,” she gasps when I hike the dress up, letting it pool in her lap. She clenches her thighs shut, trying to cover herself and searches around as if a bird’s going to broadcast her bare pussy for the entire park to see. Gently, I push her hand away, forcing her legs back apart.

Taking her chin in my hand, I bring her to face me. “Do you trust me?”

Her gaze travels from my eyes down to my lips, then back up again, and I watch her swallow heavily.

“Yes,” she breathes, so quiet, I barely hear her.

“Then trust me to take care of you.” I kiss the side of her face, feeling her skin warm under my lips. Fuck, I need to kiss her. To taste her.

“Spread your legs.”

I tap her inner thigh, and she obliges, spreading her legs, though I can feel the tension radiating through her. As if I’d ever let anyone see her come undone for me.

I meant what I said when I found out about Phantom. Right now, she’s mine to feed and care for. She’s also mine to please and to play with until this is over.

If anyone thinks they’re taking her away from me, they better bring a fucking body bag—and it won’t be for me.

My hand slides up to grip her dainty throat, the other slipping back under her dress.

“Look at me,” I murmur when she screws her eyes shut, her tongue darting out to lick her lip. Her fingernails dig into my skin. The last time, I had marks for days. This time, I’ll get them tattooed there.

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