Page 19 of Beg Me Angel

Chapter Five

Pax

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What the fuck is she doing?

She doesn't have a damn clue.

I didn't want to snap at her the way I did, but she had no fucking idea what she was doing to me. There was no other answer but to send her away.

Her lush, full body, her not-so-innocent remarks, drawing me in; she was dangling a fucking treat in my face, purposely tugging on the invisible rope she had lassoed around my cock.

Is this a game to her?

Was this just her way of saying thank you?

It didn't matter, I wasn't going to let her reel me in that way, I needed her to stop. There was absolutely no way I could fuck her, even though I wanted to.Damn did I want to.She was just too young, to pure and sweet for me to ruin her the way I could.

And when she said she was a virgin, that was it.

I couldn't take it anymore. If she had spent one more second near me, if she had taken one step closer, I would have thrown her over the arm of the couch and fucked her till she was raw.

A fucking virgin. . .

You have got to be kidding me.

What was more tempting than taking a pure innocent angel and fucking her till she praised hell and begged for more?

There was nothing that could compare to the satisfaction I would get from corrupting her with my cock. I might have saved her from death, but that didn't mean I was a good man.

There was a black cloud that followed me, a darkness that could pollute Vera's mind and make her wish she hadn't met me. I couldn't run from the demons in my head, I couldn't shove them into a cage and keep them sealed up forever.

It was only a matter of time before they broke free, that's the fight I've been battling with. One day they would win, they would wear me down, making me so weak I wouldn't be able to fight them off anymore.

My darkest thoughts would take hold and there would be nothing I could do to stop them. I'm not forgiving, I'm not kind. I'm a man with an appetite for more than she could ever handle. She wasn't ready for me and what I would demand from her.

Whatever she's thinking about me, whatever she thinks she's feeling. . .

She's fucking wrong.

I'm not the man she thinks I am.

And I never will be.

The shower sprung on a few minutes after the door clanked shut. I watched her walk away, I watched her ass jiggle and dance like a silent temptress trying to turn me wicked.

Washing the bowl over and over, the soapy water sloshed around as I cleaned it for way longer than I needed to. It wasn't the bowl that was filthy, it was me.

I couldn't get the image of her naked body out of my head. Knowing that she was behind a thin layer of wood, that her wet and dripping curves were only a few feet away was killing me.

My cock hurt as it jammed itself into my zipper, turning rock hard and itching to be the first dick to ever press inside her.

When I found her and laid her down on the bed that night, I can't lie, the desire was there to take the first woman I had seen in ages. It was ingrained in the wild beast side of my manhood, the foul unforgiving nature that drove all men to plant their seed.

Only I didn't. I was respectful even as the urge clawed at the surface, demanding to be set free.

I wasn't going to allow that side to take over, even if that meant I had to keep myself away from her until she was gone.

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