Page 33 of Beg Me Angel

I wanted to squeeze their neck to the point they couldn't breathe, so they could feel the same pain I did as I watched her struggle to stay alive. Seeing her like that, it stained my heart in an endless rage that couldn't be washed away.

“That's the whole idea isn't it? Didn't you want to see the place?”

Her face twisted up, eyes flickering between mine. “Why are you doing this?”

“I thought this is what you wanted. Isn't this what you want?”

“Yeah, but you've been such a prick to me today. I just don't understand, I can't figure you out.” Folding her arms over her chest, she snuggled into the jacket.

She was right, I was being a douche—purposely to top it off. But she wouldn't understand the reason for it. I was trying to protect her, I was trying to keep her pure and whole until she was ready.

If I let down my guard, if I let my mind take over and control me, she wouldn't stand a chance. Every curve, every dip and smooth line turned my brain upside down. She had hips I wanted to dig my fingers into, she had lips I wanted to suckle and bite.

And knowing her pussy was uncharted territory, that it hadn't been touched or seduced, that turned me primal. I could destroy her.

“Look, there are things you're just not going to understand about me, you can't. I just need you to know that everything I've done and anything I might do, I do it to protect you.”

Arching her brow, her nose crinkled in the center.“Protect me?But you said you didn't know what happened, what would you be protecting me from?”

Holding her cheek, I exhaled hard, sending a plume of white air swirling over her head. “From me.” Trailing my thumb down her chin, I turned and started down the ridge. “Let's go, it'll be dark soon.”

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