Page 23 of Dead Bled Ringer
I acted like a complete jackass.She should have been convinced I was Henry.
Was I not enough of a jackass? Was it possible he was evenworseto her?
Red rage bled into my vision even thinking about it, but I had to maintain this deception.
I twisted one of Angel’s arms up behind her back, but she huffed at me in a bored, pissed-off voice.
“Henry doesn’t give a fuck about me. He wouldn’t fight this hard to keep me. So I clocked you as soon as you didn’t let me trip and fall on my face.”
My brother’s stupidity washed over me again, but if I fail,what will he do to Angel?
“Maybe next time I’ll shove you down myself!” I growled, feeling her heartbeat pulse into my palm.
“Ouch, you’ve broken my wrist!” she suddenly shrieked in pain, and I instantly dropped my hands.
“No—Angel—god no?—”
I was bending down to her wrist when she pounced on me, knocking us both over onto the ground and we landed with me on my back and Angel flush on my hips.
The next thing I knew she was wrapping both of her little hands around my throat.
“You’re such a bullshitter, Hunter!”
She tightened her fingers, her pretty bubblegum-pink nails digging into my skin.
“I want to wring your neck, you bastard! Why are youdoingthis? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Well, I definitely didn’t want to talk about that. She could never know how I felt about her.
“Angel, you’re doing it all wrong. You’re not going to hurt anyone that way. You need to squeeze with your thumbs. Let me show you.”
I put my hands up and tried to gently reposition her fingers on my throat.
“Put pressurehere.”
She huffed and dropped her hands, rocking back on her hips with a little aggravated bounce so she was directly over my dick.
“Henry must have put you up to it! There’s no other reason why you would do something like this! Tell mewhyhe put you up to it!”
Angel could not find out the hold Henry had over me. I couldn’t bear the thought of how shattered and violated she’d feel knowing that creep kept her sex tapes to blackmail me. What if she thought Iwas a creep for watching them too, even though my brother had forced me?
I had to spare her all the pain I possibly could until I could figure out any way of getting those videos from Henry. I was not a fucking tech guy. I’d evaded the security guards and broken into his office more times than I could count--trying to find out if he had a flash drive in his safe orsomethingI could destroy.
But nothing had ever turned up except a bunch of tax evasion.
She ground her hips forward and back as she continued to throttle me and Angel could not have come up with a more painful torture for my cock as she dragged her soaking wet pussy back and forth across it.
“Tell me!”
She gave up on throttling me with her bare hands and my heart lurched with love as I watched her yank my tie and try to strangle me with it.
There was nothing more adorable in this world, and I’d been lost the moment I met her, seven years ago at her and Henry’s engagement party.
“What do you think of my fiancée?” he had asked casually.
I felt trapped, tongue-tied, even though that wasn’t usual for me. I was the blunt and plain-spoken counterpart to my twin’s suave urbanity, and I’d never had a problem speaking my mind.
But what did I think of the woman I had just met, the curvy golden goddess with the sparkling blue eyes and the smile that made me feel like I’d just been punched in the gut?
