Page 90 of Never Fall for an Angel

She finally chances a look at me, those soft eyes glinting with tears in the morning light. So fucking unsure of the hold she has over me.

“But I also don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.”

“Can we . . . try something?”

Lead fills my chest, my cock pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to try something. I’d fucking try anything if it gave me even a moment of goddamned peace.

Standing from her, I drop my hand and step back.

A look of defeat crosses her pretty features before I push the coffee table back across the room and grab the armchair from the corner.

“What are you doing?” she asks softly when I place it right in front of her, sinking down into the worn leather and spreading my knees on either side of hers.

“Compromising.”

She stares at me curiously when I scoot in front of her, nodding to her legs.

“Place your feet on either of the armrests.”

Her cheeks instantly darken, her eyes widening. That lip goes back between her teeth, and she hesitates.

“You going to make me do it for you?”

I wouldn’t force her, but the challenge is enough to push her into motion.

Eyeing me with defiance, she places one foot on either armrest beside me, swallowing over the thick lump in her throat.

Not that I’m much better. The sight of her pretty pink folds glistening in front of me has my teeth grinding, a tremor moving through my hands when I unbutton my jeans.

Mila’s breathing grows shallow, and she watches as I pull my cock out. I’m so hard I could shatter fucking diamonds across my dick.

I lean back in the chair, getting comfortable, and Mila’s eyes follow my hand when I stroke my cock once, biting back a hiss through my teeth at the friction.

“Show me how you make yourself come, Mila.”

She looks up at me, striking gray eyes wide underneath thick lashes and her breathing shallow. Fuck, she’s so pretty. My mouth waters to taste her again. Touch her. Make her let out those pretty sounds that keep me awake at night.

I’m not blind. I can see the way I get under her skin. How even though she can’t stand the touch of a man, the touch of the devil, she craves.

She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes flicking from my cock to my gaze, growing half-lidded and hazy. A shiver moves through her, and her cheeks flame, but her hand slides down her stomach, over the material of my T-shirt she’s wearing, to slip along her folds.

“Fuck,” I breathe, stroking myself slowly in time with her circling her clit. She watches me, her eyes rotating between mine and my hand on my cock. “Tell me how you feel, little devil.”

A tremble moves through her, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Fuck me.

This is a big step. Getting her to trust me again. Making her need me as bad as I fucking need her.

Showing her that the words carved into her stomach mean nothing between us. She’s mine, and I’m hers, and the man who defiled her isn’t worthy of licking the ground she walks on.

“Good,” she says, voice breathy and soft, filled with lust that goes straight to my cock.

“Are you here with me, Mila?”

She nods her head, her fingers dipping inside herself to gather her wetness on her fingers. When she removes them, they’re glistening with her come and visions of last night flash in my mind. Her on her back underneath me. Her thighs clenched around my head when she came.

Her moaning my name and grinding herself against my tongue.

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