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“Angel?” Mr Hayes's voice breaks through with worry, and I sense the candy cane vanishing.

“There's something you should know,” I say with my eyes shut. In a hushed tone, I confess, “I’m a virgin.” There is complete silence. The thought of Mr Hayes looking at me in disgust makes it hard for me to open my eyes.Does he think I intentionallylured him here so I could lose my virginity? Does he believe this is merely a game? Will he view me through the lens of my past as a young high school girl? Is he going to put his shirt back on, stand up, and leave?

I inhale deeply, then open my eyes. Mr Hayes catches me off guard with his intense stare. The expression isn't the disgusted one I had in mind. With his piercing gaze, he searches my face, kindling a passionate fire in the depths of my stomach until his smile extinguishes the flame.

Chapter twelve

Carter

She’s a virgin.

Her body has remained untouched by anyone.

Her untamed eyes flicker between mine, like she’s anxiously awaiting my response. Her actions are a perfect reflection of her name.

She's an absolute angel.

“How?” I furrow my brows. “Angel, how is it possible that you're still a virgin? You're perfect in every way. Boys must fall at your feet.” She lowers her head and lets out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, some boys.” Her piercing green eyes lock onto mine, delving deep into my soul. “But they’re boys. They were never you, Mr Hayes.”

Her voice is causing my erection to get harder. If that’s even possible. I am certain that she was sent to this world with the sole intention of ending my life. She has never appeared so flawlessly perfect. I know I shouldn't, but I can't leave without leaving my mark on Angel. No man is now claiming what’s mine.

“Well, then, Angel.” My unfiltered voice emerges from my overwhelmed mind. “Let me show you how a man can make youfeel.” Pools of desire stare back at me as she slowly nods. Her lips curl up in a small smile. She tilts her head back onto the bed, her hair forming gentle waves. I’m glad she told me she was a virgin.If I had pushed that candy cane in any further, could it have taken her virtue?Could I have pulled it out, and blood would have stained it?As I grip her thighs tightly, she lets out a stuttered gasp. I only want to see that blood staining my dick, nothing else.

Her blood is mine.

“You know this might hurt, Angel.” I fix her with an intense gaze. Her face still displays a dreamy smile while she looks at me as if I am her god, and in this moment, I truly feel like one. “But you trust me, don’t you? You trust me to make you feel good, even if it might be too much at first?” A frown mars her face as she frantically nods.

“I trust you, Mr Hayes.” I tilt my head upwards, blinking at the ceiling momentarily, attempting to clear my mind of thoughts about her. I can't let her think I'm like the eighteen-year-olds she's avoiding, even though her words and innocence are enticing. With a long, forceful breath, I return my gaze to Angel.

I lower myself, planting a line of kisses along her jawline before landing on her lips.

“Angel, where have you been?” I whisper, savouring this moment, hoping it stays with me forever.

“Waiting for you, Mr Hayes.” Her silken voice has every hair on my body standing to a sharp point. I let out a groan and stand up beside the bed, quickly undoing the buttons on my jeans. Lowering them, I notice Angel watching me intently, resting on her elbows. Despite the fact that I still have my boxers on, I am fully erect and it is poking out of the top of my waistband. Her eyes don’t move from my dick; her chest heaves as she takes deep breaths, probably wondering how I’m going to fit inside her. I'm slightly above average in size, but I'm also thick. I realiseI need to handle her delicately since she was tight with just my two fingers.

“Trust me?” Without any hesitation, she vigorously nods her head.

“Angel, did these thoughts exist in your imagination? Did you allow yourself to be mine in your fantasies?” I have to know if she thought of me fucking her.

“Every single time, Mr Hayes.” I don’t think I’m ever letting her go. How can I? I slide my boxers down and watch as her chest heaves with exaggerated breaths. I place myself between her legs, my eyes fixated on her glistening cunt.

“Has anyone touched you, Angel?” She shakes her head. Her purity is unmatched, and I consider myself the luckiest man alive to be the man who she gives this to. The fact that I'm the first makes me feral.

“Are you on anything?” I question.

“The pill,” she rushes out, and I frown in question but she quickly follows up, “I-uh, get bad periods.” Her cheeks flame red and I’ve come to accept that Angel red is my new favourite colour, and I want to see her flush every moment she is around me.

“Angel, I've always used protection, but I want to feel you. I want to feel every pulse of your cunt as it comes around my dick. I want your juices dripping off me.” I fixate my gaze on her, watching her reaction.

“Yes,” she stutters.

I narrow my eyes. “Yes, what?” It's as though she's having an internal debate, her mouth opening and closing in response.

“Yes, Daddy.” As she studies my expression, my eyes widen, and the reaction becomes evident in the throbbing pulse and leaking pre-cum from my dick. The moment she utters those words, I grab her arms, pinning her down and kissing her passionately. I consume every noise she lets slip from hermouth. I want her to call me Daddy every day of her fucking life.Fuck.

“Angel,” I growl. “What are you doing to me?” I need to be inside her. I can’t wait any longer. I tightly grip my dick and glide it along her wetness, collecting her arousal. Her responsiveness is captivating as she mewls and flings her head back.

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