Page 187 of Never Fall for an Angel

“I wanted to bend you over this very bed this morning and spank your ass. My cock was rock fucking hard thinking about it.”

“You told me to leave,” I whimper, tears stinging in the backs of my eyes despite the pleasure he’s drawing from between my legs. It’s maddening.

“You and I both know you’d never get far,” he murmurs, and I could slap him if I wasn’t so desperate for him. “You know I’d be right there with you, hiding in the shadows until you decided to come home.”

“Christian . . .” I clench my eyes shut as my body threatens to explode.

“Look at me.”

My pussy tightens at the command in his voice, and I force my eyes to his, the black of his iris bleeding into the blue.

He notices, his lips tipping up at the corner.

“Is that what you want? Me in control?” His fingers curl up to brush over the sensitive spot inside me. “You want to give me all your worries and let me spend the night buried inside my little wife? Making you come over and over again until all you have room for in that pretty little head is me?”

“God, yes.” There’s no use fighting it. Not with the way he’s got control over my body.

What drives me over the edge is when he angles his palm to circle my clit. My eyes clench shut, my voice ringing out in a hoarse shout, and my legs clench around his hand.

“There’s my good girl,” he rasps, and my stomach flutters at his praise.

“On your knees,” he commands when I float back down to earth, and I hurry off the bed, sinking to my knees on the floor in front of him.

His hand winds through my hair, and I take him in my palm, cutting off whatever else he was about to say when I run my tongue over the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his head falling back to the ceiling with a slow blink of his eyes. “That’s it, baby. Look at me.” My eyes open and shoot to his, and his nostrils flare. “Fuck.”

I moan in acquiescence, stroking him with my hand while feeding him between my lips. I swallow his cock, tasting his precum as I swirl my tongue around his thickness. His fingers tighten when I choke on half his length, pulling back to catch my breath.

“I love that I’m the only man to ever fuck you, sweetheart.” His heavy gaze locks with mine, watching me slip him back intomy mouth. “Only my cock has been in your pussy and your mouth. Soon, your ass.”

We both know it’s not exactly true, but the fact that he’s erasing the touch of the monster that raped me brings a surprising sting to my eyes.

After the attack, I never thought I’d be normal again. I should have known Christian Cross would make sure of it.

He swipes the back of his knuckle through a tear slipping down my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to the savage way he’s fucking my throat.

“There will be no part of you that I do not own, Mila. Just like you’ve owned me for the last six fucking years.”

Maybe because I’m fucking in love with you . . .

I whimper around his cock, and he drives his hips forward an inch, testing me to see if I’ll break. I breathe through my nose, swallowing as much of him as I can before pulling back.

“Open wide for me, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck your throat.” He tightens his hold on my hair, wrapping it around his fist. “Think you can do that for me?”

I nod, though not very well, because of what he’s doing to me. Opening my mouth wider, he takes control, his other hand coming to rest on top of my head while the one in the back pushes me forward to where he wants me.

I force myself to breathe through my nose, sticking my tongue out when he slides to the back of my throat, pushing past my limit and making me gag.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” he groans, pulling back to push forward again.

I take everything he has to give me, my pussy throbbing at the steadily building brutality of his thrusts into my mouth. The size of him hitting the back of my throat and my lack of control. I likethe fact that I don’t have to worry. I like that I can focus on what he’s doing to me rather than the voices swarming like a murder of crows in my head.

With a growl, he tugs me back by my hair, and saliva streams from my mouth before he shoves it back in.

“You going to swallow my come?”

All I can do is moan from where he’s holding me, fucking my throat savagely and taking what he needs from me.

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