Page 12 of Beg Me Angel

I could only imagine what was done to her. I hated the thought, it made me sick to my stomach the pictures that would pop into my head.

And it enraged me, turning my insides into a bubbling inferno. No one deserved to be left that way, especially a fallen angel.

“After you see that I'm not trying to drug you, will you sit down and eat? You really need to rest, your body isn't well enough to be up and around.”

“I'll think about it.” Swallowing hard, she made every attempt to hide the pain that coursed through her body.

Tough little thing.

“Fair enough.” Turing on the tap, I held the cup under the fresh flowing water and watched it fill. “You got a name?”

Shrugging her shoulder, she refused to take her eyes off my hands and the glass. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters a lot.” Flipping the handle off, I passed her the fresh water. “I'm Pax.”

Clutching the drink, she smiled as the water hit her lips and quenched her dry mouth. Smacking her lips together, she moaned from the instant gratification of cold water as she mumbled, “Pax?”

“Yes, Pax. Now it's your turn, name?” Holding up a finger before she could say a word, I barked, “And don't try to cop out and tell me a fake name. Trust me, I'll know if you're lying.”

Shaking the cup over her mouth to get what was left on the bottom, she eyed me. “It's Vera.”

“Okay. . .” Leaning against the sink, I crossed my arms over my chest. “So, how did you end up in my woods, Vera?”

“Honestly—I have no fucking clue. I can't remember anything.” Shaking her head side to side, she held out the empty cup and eyed the faucet. “Can I have another glass?”

Taking it slowly so I didn't startle her, I filled it again and passed it back. Vera downed the second cup even quicker than the first. I stood there studying her, watching her facial features and movements as she gulped the water.

She really was a pretty little thing. Much younger than I was, maybe in her early twenties, but a woman nonetheless.

Her breasts were full, pillowed and peeking out from the v-neck dip in her dirt-stained shirt. Her legs were long and lean, forcing my eyes to the diamond heat between her thighs.

It was wrong, so so wrong for me to feel this primal around a girl who had just gone through what she had. But I couldn't help it.

My brain was shutting down as the animal need built up inside me, turning me from human to beast. I had spent so much time cooped up in this cabin and it had been years since I was that close to a woman.

It was like I could smell her sweet musk as I stood there and it fed my growing desire to bend her over the couch and take her like the wild animal I was.

Get a grip!

She's too young, she probably wouldn't even bat an eye at you if things were different.

Shifting against the counter top, I dragged my hand over my head and tried to not watch her lips as she set them against the rim of the glass. But I couldn't stop the image of her curling those big full lips around my cock.

Fuck! Stop it!

You're too old for her and she's too young for you.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not elderly by any means. But I was closer to forty now than I was to twenty, we were years apart. Two generations that were spawned from completely opposite life experiences.

And yet, I was so intrigued by this girl that the taboo forces of nature pushing my body to the limit were barely controllable.

I spent four days watching her sleep, watching her tits rise and fall to make sure she was breathing, watching her lips as they formed airless letters, just watching this sleeping beauty.

Now she was awake and I could hear the sound of her voice, I could see her large curious eyes;I could see her.

My cock twitched as my chest became tight and heavy. The air seemed to thicken as I tried to breathe in, pricking my lungs and forcing me to cough.

“What can you tell me?” she asked, sucking the last droplets from the bottom of the glass. “How did I end up here?”

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