Page 11 of His Angel

“I had to drug you.”

I balk. “What? You?—”

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “You were so amped on adrenaline, I had no choice. It was either that or risk fucking up my plan to get you out of there.”

A gasp escapes me when he snakes an arm around my waist, hand dipping between my legs.

“But that’s not even the worst part.” He finds my clit, and my body jerks with pleasure. “Want to know what’s really fucked-up?” I groan when he stops, sliding his hand up and forcing his finger into my mouth so I can taste myself. “I touched you while you slept.”

I moan around his finger.

“I squeezed your tits, sucked your nipples until they hardened in my mouth.”

He drags the hot, velvet tip of his cock down the curve of my ass, and my breath hitches as his mouth grazes my ear, voice a rough whisper laced with obsession.

“Wanna know what I did next?” He slips his cock between my thighs. Keeps it there. Still. “Say it. Say you wanna know.”

I bite my bottom lip, knowing I should hate this…but I don’t. It’s like he’s tapped into the darkest parts of me, exploiting it to the fullest.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I wanna know.”

He sucks air through his teeth, grips my waist and jerks my ass back, spreading me wider, his breath hot against my neck. “I fingered you, baby girl. I slipped two inside your pussy and found you wet for me while drugged out of your fucking mind. If that’s not proof you’re mine, nothing is.”

A strangled whimper slips past my lips as he inches back, thrusting his hard cock back between my thighs, teasing at my entrance.

“I tasted you, too.” His lips brush my ear. “Licked every fucking drop of you clean, pried you wide open while I jerked my cock so hard it throbbed, spilling hot and thick all over your pussy, marking you while you just lay there, oblivious andmine.”

It’s pure filth, twisted and wrong on every level, but my thighs clamp tightly around his cock, slick with my own arousal, and he sucks in a sharp hiss, the sound morphing into a wicked laugh that vibrates against my neck, dark and taunting.

My mind’s a haze of lust and scattered thoughts, everything distorted, and all I can think of saying is, “You’re disgusting.”

“Yet you love it, don’t you? The thought of me taking you. Using this sweet, helpless body while you sleep, fucking you raw in ways you couldn’t even fight.”

The depravity of it sinks in, coiling in my core, the heat of his words pulling me under to a place where I surrender all control.

He pulls back slowly, torturing me, the slick drag of him making my core clench around nothing, the ache of needing to be filled snagging my breath from my lungs.

“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, my cum dripping down your slit, pooling at your entrance like it wanted in.” Again, he thrusts, shallow and cruel, teasing me right on the jagged edge of sanity, refusing to give me the brutal fullness I need.

“Isaia, please.”

“I scooped it up and shoved it inside you, and you let out the most beautiful sound. You love my cum, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Please,” I beg, pushing my hips back and ass up.

“Please, what?” He gives me the head—onlythe head—and I hold my breath. “You need to be fucked, troublemaker?”

“God, yes.”

“Does your greedy pussy need to swallow every inch I give you until you’re screaming my name, fucked out and owned by your monster?”

“Yes. Fuck. Please.”

With a guttural growl, he seizes my hips, fingers sinking into my flesh. “Now, take my cock like a good fucking girl.”

He plunges into me, and I scream, the stretch, the euphoria drowning my thoughts and breaking my mind while my body quivers with the relief of being filled.

A ragged gasp tears from me as he shoves in farther, splitting me wide with every thick, punishing inch. The burn’s excruciating, the stretch obscene, filling me so deep it’s like he’s carving himself into me—and it’s still not enough.

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