Page 129 of Beautifully Reckless

“Where are you going?” I snap, fucking annoyed, more at myself than anything.

“To find Wendy,” she snarls over her shoulder.

Wendy? Did I hear that right?

“Why the fuck do you want to findthatbitch?”

I nearly crash into her when she stops abruptly and spins back around, stabbing her finger to the centre of my chest.

“If you think I’ll stand by and turn a blind eye while you fuck Wendy behind my back, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“What the fuck!” I bark, snatching her finger in my grip because,Jesus fuck, her relentless poking is starting to bruise. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“She told me all about you and her, Ringo.” She snatches her hand away, eyes blazing.

“I’ll ask again,” I grit out, “what the fuck are you talking about? There is nome and her.”

The way my Angel props her hands on her hips and glares at me like she’s ready to throw down, has my fucking cock twitching.

“Really? So you don’t go to her begging to sink your cock into her diseased…cunt.”

My brows shoot up so hard they disappear under my damn hairline for a thousand fucking reasons.

One being that she just said the wordcunt, which I know is a trigger for her. I suppose it could depend on the context it’s used, though.

Another is because, what the fuck is happening right now?

“Angel. You’re starting to piss me the fuck off,” I grit through my clenched teeth. “Why the fuck would you think I’d put my cock anywhere near that bitch?”

“She told me.”

“Uh-ha.” My voice drops as I lift a brow. “And whatelsedid Wendy tell you?”

Her anger falters as her lips seal shut.

“Abbey. Tell meright fucking now.”

Those caramel orbs drop to the ground between us, so I snap my fucking fingers in front of her face.

“Eyes back thefuckon mine.” When they dart back, I snarl. “Fucking tell me.”

She doesn’t even flinch at my harsh tone, her own anger still there, and I fucking love seeing her fight for something she cares about.

“Wendy said you’ll get bored with me. That you don’t dosweet. That I’m toovanillafor a man like you.”

I fucking growl. “Anything else?”

“She said you…” She shrugs, almost like she’s unsure she should keep speaking, “like it rough. That you like to choke your women until they stop breathing. That you fuck them after they pass out. She said you like being in full control of their body, so you can do whatever you want, without them saying… no.”

WHAT. THE. FUCK!

I am absolutely fucking fuming.

“Is that all she said, or is there more?” I ask through gritted teeth, my fists balled so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if my nails are drawing fucking blood.

This time, when my Angel answers, her fire is back.

Lifting her chin, her glare burns through me, and she speaks so fucking clearly there’s no way I can misunderstand a single fucking word.

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