Page 65 of Dark Angel

Iownedher.

Leaning forward, I sunk my teeth into her thigh, holding her when she tried to move away from the assault and marking her again as mine.

Mine.

In my mind, I saw her face, Emily’s, in a way I hadn’t remembered it in a long time. I remembered how she looked before she was shot before they destroyed her beauty and took her soul. She smiled at me, blew me a kiss, and turned and walked away, disappearing into a part of my mind where she’d always be treasured.

But making room in my heart for Cara.

I couldn’t take away the darkness within me, and as sick as it may be, I didn’t want to. Because I liked this lifestyle, and I craved the power that came with it, and Cara, she was the perfect one to have by my side. Almost as dark as me, but with a soul left to steer me away from destroying what was left of mine.

Swiping my tongue up her pussy, she shuddered, moaning when I reached her clit and sucked. She grabbed at my head, pulling hair loose from my ponytail, trying to pull me closer to her, desperate for my tongue.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. Leaning back in my chair, I started unbuckling my pants. “Play with that cunt for me.”

“Emrick,please—”

“If you needed me so badly, you shouldn’t have left.” Her eyes pleaded with mine, and when she huffed like an insolent teenager, I slapped her thigh again. “None of your attitude, pussycat. You’re lucky I haven’t shoved my cock into that tight ass of yours without mercy. Now, play with your pussy like a good girl, and maybe I’ll fuck you until you come.”

Cara shuddered, and I felt the darkness and lust for power surge within me. It was a part of me I thought I was better without but realized I should be taking the advice I gave Cara for myself.

Embrace the darkness.

Her hands wandered between her legs, and she pressed a forefinger to the bud of her clit, groaning when she started rubbing in tight circles. I hummed my approval, leaning back to finish undoing my pants and releasing my hard cock from the confines of the fabric. “That’s a good girl, use your fingers too.”

She did, sliding two of her delicate fingers into her hungry cunt and finger-fucking herself while she rubbed her clit. The scent of her arousal surrounded me, and I’d let her get close to the edge, but not get quite there. That pleasure was reserved for me, and only I could bring her there.

Stroking my cock while watching her play with herself was the ultimate test to my willpower. But this was about torturing her and reminding her she was mine to own. Her orgasm approached quickly, and I didn’t move fast enough.

“No!” I roared, grabbing her hand and wrenching it away from her pussy. But she was past the point of no return, and her eyes widened in fear before they squeezed shut with pleasure as her pussy twitched and throbbed. It may not have been as intense as the orgasms I gave her, but she still came, her body reacting on its own even without contact, and she whimpered as she came, her juices dripping onto my desk. When she opened her eyes, mine had darkened, and my fingers gripped her wrist. “Oh, you’re in trouble now,” I growled.

Cara squealed as I stood, grabbing her and yanking her to the edge of the desk. Something possessive flared inside me when I heard a giggle slip through as I slammed a palm onto her chest, pushing her back against the desk. Without bothering to undress further, I thrust my cock into her waiting cunt. Cara cried out, reaching up and grabbing at my tank top, but when I leaned forward over her, lifting one of her legs, I bit into her shoulder. Her cry of pain morphed into a satisfied moan, and the fabric of my top bunched up between her fingers.

“Oh fuck, Emrick!”

Thrusting into her harder, I pulled my lips from her neck and whispered in her ear, “Oh, I love to hear those dirty words from your mouth.” She shuddered at my words, and I nipped at her ear. “But promise me you’ll only talk like that to me.”

“Yes, yes, I promise.”

Reaching down and gripping her ass, I pounded into her pussy, forcing her to stretch around me. Sinking my teeth into her neck again, I groaned, tasting her delicious skin, sweet against my tongue. “I think I love you, pussycat,” I mumbled.

Cara squealed again when I pushed into her deeper, wrapping her arms around my back. “What did you say?” she panted.

“I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t say it back. I want you, and I own you.”

“Emrick, I—”

I filled her mouth with my tongue, not sure I wanted to hear what she was going to say. Evie had told me Cara loved me, but what if herwoman’s intuitionwas wrong. Zaqiel and his woman couldn’t be trusted, not really. They both despised the business I was in, and I didn’t blame them. They were both bright beings with light inside, and while I’m happy they found each other, I wasn’t sure if I was ever destined for that sort of connection again.

But Cara, she was mine.

She had come back to me, and it was all the confirmation I needed.

Cara gasped when I pulled away from the kiss. Kissing her was so natural, and I made it rougher than it needed to be to hide the truth of how vulnerable it felt to kiss someone again.

“I love you too.”She pushed the words out quickly, tumbling from those perfect lips of hers, perhaps afraid I was going to cut her off again. I smirked, groaning and closing my eyes for a moment to enjoy the feel of her around me as I thrust deep into her. Between moans, she said it again, a desperate whisper against my ear, “I love you too.”

There were a lot of things unsaid, I understood that. She still would need time to understand and accept my true nature. There would be questions about Zaqiel and me, my brothers and sisters, God and demons, and Heaven and Hell. Those questions would come when the time was right, and the answers too. I wouldn’t lie to her, but I would hold her so close she couldn’t leave again.

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