Page 106 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Not . . . yet,” I say, breathless. “We’re uneven.”

He pauses for a moment, studying me. After a moment, his gaze goes dark as night.

In this moment, I realize I’m fucked. I’ve never cared as much about pleasing someone as I do when I watch him run a tongue across his teeth, his abs flexing under his T-shirt.

He’s taken my body to places I never knew existed—places I never thought I would reach just because of my past. He forces me out of my head and lets me experience true pleasure and pain in a way I didn’t know I would crave.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” The way he says it, so dirty and full of promise, sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I nod, my tongue darting out to lick my lip.

Christian’s jaw ticks, and he studies me for a moment. Finally, he leans further back in his chair, his leg kicking out in front of him. His arm rests on the armrest, his other coming up to run a thumb across his lips.

“Crawl to me.”

I still, my heart bottoming out in my chest.

“What?” My voice sounds small, even to my ears. Fragile.

I refuse to be fragile anymore.

He holds my gaze, raising a brow as if he’s daring me.

“Get on your knees, put that pretty little ass in the air, and crawl to me.”

He can’t be serious.

I’ve never even given a blowjob before, and he wants me to crawl like a pornstar across the hardwood floor?

But . . . looking in his eyes, I see a promise. He is. And if I want it, I’m going to have to work for it.

Goddamn him.

“Fuck you,” I snap, tears burning in the backs of my eyes. I make my way to the door when his harsh laughter sounds behind me.

“Too proud, little devil?”

I grit my teeth, spinning back to him. Of course not. I just . . . I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Goddamnit.

I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the movement. Something hungry passes through them before it’s replaced by a look of indifference.

He wants me as bad as I want him. He’s just afraid to show it.

“You want my cock?” he taunts, cocking his head. “Crawl to me. Unless you’d rather spend the rest of the day thinking of how my cock would have felt sliding between your pretty lips.”

I hate him.

I hate him, and I crave him. I’ve never been so at war with my own emotions.

It’s not as if I’m not scared. I’m fucking terrified, but with him in control, I feel comfortable giving myself over to him because I know he’ll never let me crash.

Gritting my teeth, I step back towards the desk. My thighs are slick with need, my pussy throbbing with the beat of my heart.It’s the middle of the day, and here I am, sinking to my knees in the office of the psychopath who kidnapped me, about to crawl to him so heletsme suck his cock.

What has the world come to?

Holding his gaze, I slowly, sink to the carpeted floor.

Deciding to see how far I can push him, I make sure to arch my back, holding his gaze as my hair falls around my face. My hips move sensually, and his eyes follow their sway as I come to rest at his knees. Sitting up on my legs, I smile angrily.

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