Page 78 of Never Fall for an Angel

My teeth sink into his shoulder, and he rocks against me harder, a growl on his tongue and my orgasm in the palm of his hands.

“That’s it, Mila. Make yourself come.”

“Please,” I pant desperately against the side of his neck, unsure if I’m begging to come or for death at this point.

“Whose pussy is this, Mila?”

God, I hate him.

“Christian . . .” I growl, but his hands grip me tighter, aligning his hips to brush against my clit at the perfect angle. My eyes roll back, my mouth watering, and my nipples hardened peaks against his chest.

“Whose pussy is this?” he repeats. “Answer the question, Mila.”

God have mercy on me.

“Yours.” My eyes screw shut as the lightest waves of my orgasm start to trickle through me.

“You get off on my darkness, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I can barely hear what he’s saying over the rush of blood in my ears, but at this point, I’d be willing to call him daddy if it got me what I want.

“Yeah, you going to come on my cock?”

“Yes,” I groan, my head kicking back and my eyes clenching shut. The breath is stolen from my lungs, and I fall into him, myteeth nipping at his neck while he growls above me. Everything in me tightens, shattering from the pleasure that courses through me, a white-hot light shooting behind my eyes.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he grits, drawing out my orgasm with the brush of his thigh. He pulls back, moving to capture my lips, but at the last second, I evade his kiss. Kissing Christian will only further the depravity in which I want him.

An orgasm is bad enough. Kissing him would be a fall from grace.

The moment my orgasm fades, reality comes rushing back in the form of cold water and post-coital shame.

I just ground shamelessly against the man who broke my heart, used me for years, and kidnapped me for revenge against God knows who.

The same thoughts seem to hit Christian at equal time. He pauses, both of us watching each other in the chill from the shower above, and a shiver moves through me that’s actually from the cold this time and not the heat of his body grinding against mine.

He doesn’t say a word as he places me on my feet and reaches over to cut the shower to warm, and neither do I.

“Get dressed. Rudy and Paulina will be here soon,” he murmurs like nothing happened. Like he wasn’t the least bit affected by what we just did. He steps out of the shower while the warm water starts to heat me from the inside out, but it can’t replace the heat left behind by his touch on my body.

He gives me one look that says everything. That can’t happen again.

Then he walks away, quietly exiting my room and leaving me standing in the shower, shivering from the fire he’d just awoken in my blood.

CHRISTIAN

I’ve never been an irrational man.

In my line of work, it’s important to remain calm. Have a clear head in case shit goes south.

Right now?

I’m wishing there wasn’t a pane of glass separating me from putting a bullet in Collin’s head.

There’s nothing wrong with Collin in particular. He’s worked for my father for two years now, and I’ve never had an issue with him. He helped me handle my little Jerry problem back in Wichita, and he’s always done right by my family.

Right now, though?

I’ve never hated the kid until I saw Mila smile at him.

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