by Aaron, Celia
Peter shook his head. “Okay, tough guy. She’s out. Now what’s the plan?”
“The plan?”
“Yeah. Are you telling me you didn’t consider what would happen if we actually pulled this off?” Peter glared at me in the rearview.
“We go to the safehouse, and I’ll figure it out from there.”
“That’s not enough to—” Peter’s phone rang, thankfully. He pulled it from the console. “Yeah? … All good here. David took a bullet through the arm, but he says it’s fine … Uh huh … We’re square as far as I’m concerned … Sure thing.” He tossed the phone back into the cup holder. “Nate and Con got away clean, no issues.”
“Good.” I couldn’t relax, not yet, not until I had Angel alone and inspected every inch of her.
She tried one more time to get to my arm, but I pulled her against my chest and propped my chin on her crown.
With a sigh, she gave in and rested against me. “This is surreal.”
“Which part?”
She laughed a little, but I couldn’t tell if it was the sad or happy kind. “All of it. Being free. Being here with you. For the past five years, I never thought I’d be anywhere but under Hector’s thumb until I was sold to someone just as vile as him. But then I saw you again, and I woke up. I didn’t realize how much of myself I’d let go of.”
“You’re back now. The you that bites dumb motherfuckers and escapes her captors.”
“I don’t want to go back,” she said softly.
“You aren’t going back.” I squeezed her, maybe too tightly. But when you have something you love, your biggest fear is letting it go.
“Thank you.” She raised her voice. “And thank you, Peter.”
He turned onto a downtown street close to his apartment. “It’s not the first stupid thing I’ve done for David, and I’m certain it won’t be the last.”
“You’re a good man.”
“Calm down.” He shot her a wry look in the rearview. “I’ll still tell him what a dipshit he is for not thinking this all the way through.”
“I heard you the first time.” I ran my hands up and down Angel’s side. The longer she sat in my lap, the more I wanted to get her alone. Her dress was ripped down the front, and if I glanced at her just right, I could see the full outline of one of her tits. Almost nipple. And it was hard, pressing through the fabric like a beacon.
She wriggled on my lap, waking my cock. “We’ll figure it out. I’m just glad I’m free.”
Peter pulled into a basement parking lot beneath a decent-looking apartment building. “You’re on the fifth floor. Room 523.” He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and tossed them back to me.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I expect a text from Vince any minute now with the news about what went down. I’m going to run to my apartment, change, and head on over there. If I don’t show, it’ll look off. I wanted you to go with me, but you got that arm. Dead giveaway. I’ll cover for you.”
“How’s that?” I gripped the door handle as he pulled up in front of the elevators.
“Hector dismissed you for the night, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, I’ll say you’re nailing some chick. Something like that. Hector will be able to confirm that you weren’t supposed to be there, so you should be in the clear. But keep your phone on just in case.”
“Sure.” I was done with this conversation. Angel consumed my mind and body, and if she wiggled on my lap one more time, I was going to have a hard time not fucking her in the backseat. “Let’s go.” I opened my door and lifted her out of the car, then followed.
Keeping my head on a swivel, I scanned the deck. Nothing was moving except for the traffic on the street outside.
Peter pulled away as we stepped into the elevator.
Angel wrapped her arms around herself to keep her tattered dress from falling off entirely. She didn’t have to worry about that. I’d have that dress off her the second we were safely inside the apartment.
26
Angel
I leaned against the back wall of the elevator, the cold metal sending a chill over my skin. David hit the button for the fifth floor, then turned and caged me with his arms. The one with the makeshift tourniquet oozed blood, but when I reached up to inspect it, he grabbed my hands.
“Don’t worry about it.” He moved even closer, his hard body pressing against me.
My heartbeat jumped into my throat, and I looked up into his eyes. Ravenous, that’s what he was. “Wh-what are you doing?” Was that my voice? Low and husky?
“I’m getting you to the apartment where you’ll be safe from everyone but me.”
Everyone but me. My breath stuck in my throat. I’d been with him twice, and each time we’d been constrained by time or rules or fear. This time, though, it would just be the two of us. I pressed my thighs together at the heat that surged inside me. Just the way he was looking at me seemed to ignite every nerve ending, and I couldn’t tell if I was turned on, afraid, or an intoxicating mix of both.
He stroked my cheek, such a tender motion, but the steel in his eyes told me there was a monster just beneath his surface. “Finally mine.” His fingers trailed down my throat. “Just the way you’re supposed to be.”
I pressed my hands to his hard chest as the elevator stopped and pinged. He steadied me, though I wasn’t swaying from the movement of the elevator. A slight grin twitched at one corner of his lips, as if he knew exactly why I couldn’t seem to catch my breath or stand without help.
When the doors opened, he quickly checked the hall, then pulled me out of the elevator and to the apartment numbered 523. The key slid in, and the door opened without complaint. The apartment beyond was dark and unfamiliar.
David drew me in and closed the door, then pressed me to the wall beside it. “Don’t move.” He prowled off into the darkness.
My eyes became accustomed to the low light, and I could make out a living area that opened on a kitchen to the left. On the right, a shadowy hall led deeper into the apartment.
A light flipped on in the kitchen as David rounded the small granite island. “Clear.” He headed straight toward me, his fingers working at his shirt buttons, his holster already gone.
I swallowed. Hard. He was such a large man, and seeing him like this—with crushing need in his eyes and a body that could cash each check his mouth wrote, plus interest—was nearly overwhelming.
He stopped in front of me, his shirt open and showing me the broad expanse of his chest, the center sprinkled with dark hair. “I need you to tell me I can have you.” He tipped my chin up so I could look in his eyes. “In all the ways I want you. No holding back. Understand?”
I shivered, my nipples hardening against the flimsy fabric of my ruined dress. But could I give him what he wanted? I bit my lip, then said in an embarrassing whoosh, “I mean, I’m still trying to figure out this whole sex thing, you know? You’re the only one, and I’ve only done it twice, and I know you said you were a virgin too, but I don’t even have experience with the other stuff either, and I just don’t know if I can be what you want me to—”
He stilled my lips with a gentle kiss. I was grateful for it. The words tumbling around in my mind quieted as he put one hand at my throat, his palm spanning the distance with ease. He just left it there, not squeezing. He didn’t need to hurt me to show ownership. Just that simple gesture was enough, and I wanted it. My heart had belonged to him for five long, lonely years. My body was forfeit right along with it. He swept the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips. I opened, craving him. My awkwardness faded away as he stoked the flames inside me, his tongue whispering along mine as his hand adorned me like a collar.
We kissed for long minutes, until I found myself clutching his shirt and pulling it free of his pants. Love and lust twirled inside me, the strands intertwining like a maypole. This sort of fire had to be dangerous, but that only made me want it more.
I needed to see all of
him, to worship him, to sacrifice myself on his altar.
He pulled back and took my hands. Settling them at my sides, he grabbed my torn dress and pulled it and the duct tape apart with ease. The fabric slithered down my hips and pooled on the hardwood. I was bare underneath, my ruined panties still on the floor of my bedroom.
Stepping back, he took me in. His gaze was slow, deliberate, and I felt like his hands were on me as he stared. How could this be so erotic? I didn’t know, but I didn’t want it to stop.
When his gaze returned to my eyes, he said, “You’re the only one, Angel. The only woman I’ve been with. You were my first kiss, the only kiss I ever had.”
My stomach dropped. “What?” I’d figured he’d at least fooled around, but I couldn’t deny my pleasure at the idea of him being exclusively mine.
“Before I went to prison, I never had a woman. And in prison—” he smiled, and I swear it was almost sheepish “—well, I think you know there aren’t any opportunities there.”
“But when you got out?”
“I didn’t want anyone.” He reached out and traced his fingertips down my chest, between my breasts, and finally to my sex. “I think I was still caught up on this girl I met a long time ago.”
He slid his finger along my slit, and my knees went weak.
“She sounds interesting.” It took all I had just to maintain eye contact as he pressed his fingertip to my clit.
“She is.” His voice seemed to have dropped impossibly lower. “You wouldn’t believe the shit she’d get up to—robbing people blind and putting all their valuables in a stolen pillowcase.”
“Naughty.”
“You have no idea.” He swirled around my clit, my pussy growing wet at his touch. “She was a little firecracker. Beautiful. Gorgeous tits, a sweet mouth, and an ass that should be painted and hung in every household. Maybe over the fireplace.”
My eyelids fluttered as he slid his finger farther, pushing at my entrance. “That good?”
“The best. Like I said, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. No matter how hard I tried, no matter that I stupidly believed she’d abandoned me—she’s all I would dream about when I was in prison.”
“Really—” I panted. “Really did a number on you.”
“She did. And now I only want her. To fuck her, lick her, eat her cunt, and touch every part of her perfect body. No one else will do.”
“Never?”
“Never.” He returned to my clit, bringing my wetness with him. “Once you’ve tasted a perfectly ripe peach, nothing else can even come close.”
My knees were jelly, and his hypnotic voice and teasing finger ruled me. There were no words. When he sank to the floor, I pressed my palms flat against the wall. Even on his knees, his face came up to my chest. He kissed down my stomach, then grabbed my ass and pushed me up the wall.
“Your arm!” I reached for him, but he pressed his face between my thighs, his palms supporting my ass. When he tongued me, I curled my toes.
As if that little taste turned him animal, he buried his tongue inside me, his upper lip grazing my clit as he opened his mouth wide. Wet, illicit sounds rose to my ears as he sucked and licked my most sensitive flesh. He wasn’t gentle, his tongue exploring every bit of me, as if I were a meal he would relish for a long time to come. A fast learner, he returned to the spot that drove me wild and focused on it, his attention pushing me into a sensual daydream-turned-real.
I dragged my nails across his scalp, and he growled into me, his hands gripping my ass even harder as he seized on my clit with the edge of his teeth. My legs shook, and I couldn’t take the hot, wet pressure anymore.
“David!” His name caught in my throat as the wave crested and I tumbled down into the pool of pleasure below. Everything inside me that had been twisted and knotted came apart, bursting and freeing me as I shivered at the sheer bliss. Aftershocks pulsed through me when the high ratcheted down. David continued to feast on me even though I squirmed away, my over-sensitive body wide awake and feeling every tiny jolt.
With one more kiss, he set me down and rose, then scooped me into his arms and carried me past the kitchen. I melted into him, resting my head on his chest as he carried me into a bedroom and set me down on a king-sized bed with a clean, white comforter.
He reached for his shirt.
I stilled his hands. “Let me. I want to see all of you.”
The fire in his eyes seemed to burn even brighter as my trembling fingers worked the last of his buttons free. He stripped the shirt off, destroying my makeshift tourniquet.
“I should clean that.”
“No.” He pressed a palm to my cheek. “Not until we’re done here. Keep going.”
The intensity in him was all-consuming.
I gripped his waistband and undid his closure. His cock was so hard that the zipper got stuck halfway down. Pink rose in my cheeks, but I managed to get it all the way down without help.
He groaned as I slid the pants off his hips, then pulled his shorts down.
I contained my gasp as best as I could. I’d seen dicks before. Okay, they were the teenage sort and not memorable at all. But this one—I don’t know how it ever fit inside me in the first place.
Glancing up, I caught the smallest hint of pride in David’s eyes before I returned my attention to the monster right in front of me. I’d never given head. How was I even supposed to get this in my mouth? I gripped him with my right hand.
Another groan ripped from him as I slid my palm up and down his length. I couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb, so I squeezed a little harder to see if I could make it happen.
“Damn, Angel.” He put his hands on his hips.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I love it when you touch me.”
That put me at ease a little more, so I ran my hand up and down again, feeling the steel beneath the soft skin. I tentatively licked the very tip.
He ran a hand through my hair and gripped. “Don’t stop.”
Emboldened, I licked again and again, then took the tip into my mouth. Glancing up, I caught his gaze as I slid my mouth farther down his shaft.
“Fuck.” His hold on my hair tightened. “Feels so good.”
I pulled back, then took him in as deep as I could. My gag reflex kicked up, so I backed away, then went for it again. He responded, his body tightening even more, low noises in his throat—and I ate it up. Having this sort of control over a man that could break me in half was a stunning sort of power. I wanted more.
Taking him deep again, I used the broad side of my tongue to lick the underside of his cock. He added his second hand to my hair, guiding me as I gripped his base and bobbed my head back and forth. It took a little getting used to so that I didn’t gag, but once I found the right depth, I set a quick rhythm. His hips began to surge forward along with my strokes, sending wet noises bouncing off the bedroom walls. I had no idea that sucking his cock would turn me on like this—my nipples hard, my pussy aching all over again.
With a rough groan, he pulled me away from him and pushed me back on the bed. “Spread for me.”
God, his filthy mouth was going to ruin me, but I did what he said.
Gripping himself, he stared down at my pussy. “Never seen anything so fucking hot in my life.” He licked his lips then prowled on top of me.
I kissed him, my lip splitting a little, but I didn’t care, not even when I tasted blood. He wrapped one arm beneath me, the muscles like rock. Our tongues danced as he spread my legs even more with his thighs. His cock pressed against my clit, then slid down to my entrance. I bucked my hips up to him, pushing his head in.
He didn’t need any more invitation. With a rough thrust, he pushed all the way inside. I gasped, but he stole my breath with another hard surge. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he stretched me in the most amazing way. He pulled out and began pistoning me, his hard strokes shaking the bed. Each impact struck my clit, and I arched my back to get even more contact.
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nbsp; Lifting up on his elbows, he bent his head to my breasts and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. His strokes grew a little shallower, and I moved my hips with him. Sparks of pleasure burned my nipples as he alternated from one to the other, his hot mouth a firebrand that only added to the growing tension inside me.
He sat back and pulled me up with him, his thrusts impaling me as I met him face to face. His arm around my back kept me steady as my breasts pressed against him, our sweat-slicked bodies rubbing together and creating the most delicious points of contact. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, his lips strong and passionate as we became one. I never thought anything could feel like this, that I could be so consumed by another. But in that moment, I was part of David and he was part of me. Without each other, we were missing pieces of the same soul.
He kissed to my neck, his thrusts growing more erratic. “What do you need, Angel?” He bit my throat, the little tingle of pain adding to the height of pleasure. “This?” He reached between us and thumbed my clit.
My thighs tightened. “Yes!” I let my head fall back as he kissed and licked my neck, his thumb circling my clit as his cock filled me over and over again.
I scratched along his shoulders as my pleasure collapsed in on itself, then burst outward like a rogue firework. A low moan lofted from my lungs as I shattered, my body and mind cut loose and set adrift on the sea of release that only David could create inside me. He bit down on my shoulder, his grip on me tight as I rode his cock and pressed my clit against his thumb. I chased my pleasure, demanding every bit of it as David’s cock grew even harder inside me.
“I can’t—” He lifted me and pushed me back on the bed, then gripped his cock as hot spurts of come coated my pussy.
I lay there boneless as he finished, his hard body heaving, his jaw clenched.
Gorgeous masculine perfection, and he was all mine.
