Page 186 of Never Fall for an Angel

The door to the suite opens, and I freeze, locking eyes with none other than Talia. She stands just inside the door, halted midstride, her eyes wide with shock and horror at the sight of Christian powering inside me.

He doesn’t even look at her. In fact, one might go as far as to say he blatantly ignores her when he grabs my chin in a rough palm, forces my gaze back to his, and seals his lips over mine with a harsh groan.

Everything tightens with violence, the brush of his groin against my clit enough to make my eyes roll and draw a moan from my lips. He captures the sound, his tongue tangling with mine as he kisses me like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.

When I look up, our audience has vanished and the door’s shut tight.

He breaks the kiss with a rough nip to my lips.

“You going to come for me?”

I moan in acquiescence, and he keeps up his brutal pace, fucking me until it feels like the walls will crumble around us.

“Come for me, Mila,” he rasps, burying his face in the side of my throat, kissing his way up to my lips.

Heat swirls in my stomach, tightening viciously before it releases in a burst of fire. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave of fire, and I cry out, my knees shaking and threatening to give out.

I get lost in him, letting him own me in those few brief seconds where heaven and earth don’t exist. Just Christian Cross and the miraculous things he can do to my body.

“Fuck . . .Mila,” he groans with a ragged sound. “Just like that . .”

A convulsive shudder wracks through him, his entire body shaking with the force behind his orgasm. His cock jerks inside me, filling me until I feel it slip down my inner thighs.

When he lifts his gaze to mine, I don’t have a second to react before he’s stooping down, gripping me around the thighs, and hauling me up and over his shoulder. My ass is on display forGod, the devil, and anyone else who happens to walk through our door.

I surge in his grasp, and his hand connects with my bare skin, making me yelp. Heat liquefies in my core, so intense it takes my breath away.

Or maybe that’s just him.

“Where are we going?”

“Bed, Mrs. Cross,” he grunts. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t stop. “I’m far from finished with you.”

MILA

Christian steps into the master bedroom and hauls me back over his shoulder. Seconds later, I fall to the bed, bouncing on my ass. His eyes follow the movement of my breasts pressed tightly against the confines of my dress with each ragged breath I draw between my teeth.

His gaze is darker than I’ve ever seen it, like the deepest reaches of the ocean, dragging me down into its depths. Like a man on the brink of losing control.

Is it bad that I want to see what it looks like when that steel control finally snaps?

Leaning over me, his fingers trail under my dress, finding me and slipping inside. My head falls back into the mattress, and I fist the comforter with both hands, a whimper leaving my throat.

“You pissed me off earlier, little wife. What should I do with you?”

“You said I wasn’t impressive.”

His lips tip up at the corner in a dangerous grin.

“I meant perfect.” He presses his lips to the side of my face over the tears streaming down my cheeks. “I live for your touch on me, Mila. I can’t live without it.”

He pulls back, looking down at me.

“I’m sorry I said it. I’m not sorry about the outcome.”

He looks down to where his fingers enter me. I suck in a ragged breath, my eyes fluttering with my vision consumed by his.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, wiggling to get closer to his palm. “Please?”

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