Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Abel shifts down a few inches, so now the bottom of his stomach presses against my sex rather than his cock. I can’t see him, but the action doesn’t make him release his hold on my hands. I bet the man is perched over me like an animal with prey.
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want, and I kind of..."
“Toss me around like your own little doll.”
“Jesus, Angel,” Abel grits out. It takes me a second to put together how dirty that sounds. I fight not to rub against him. That growing throb, unlike any I’ve ever felt before, continues between my thighs. It’s almost painful.
Would it really be so bad if he did bury his face between my thighs? Was that an offer? I can still feel his mouth on mine. What would it be like to feel it down there, too? Then we could—No! I cut my own thoughts off.
“Wait.” I wiggle.
“Don’t fight me.”
"Why, what are you going to do?” I don’t think Abel would hurt me. Not physically, at least.
“I honestly don’t fucking know.” I believe him. However, I don't believe that any form of pain would be involved. I also don’t think he’s trying to scare me. He’s being honest with me. I hope he is.
“Tell me there isn’t anyone else.”
“What?” He sounds surprised by my question.
“You left, came back, and showered. I don’t know,” I ramble, not sure how to say this. It makes me feel needy and desperate. I never want to feel like that. I watched many women act that way with my father. “Are you married or something? Did you go see someone?” I rush the last of it out. I can’t keep kissing him if there is someone else. I wouldn’t want to kiss him.
“There is no one but you, Angel. I give you my vow in that.”
“Your vow.” I smile. “I kinda like the sound of that.”
“I didn’t mean to be cold.” He releases his hold on me, shifting to his side. Abel takes me with him, pulling me halfway on top of him before grabbing a blanket to cover us. “I had work to do and wanted to shower before I touched you. Then you screamed.” Now he sounds like the haunted one.
“Sorry about that.”
“I don’t like when you scream.” Abel pulls me more on top of him. I run my hand up his chest, feeling the thin layer of hair and a few puckered scars. “Sleep, Angel.” I suddenly feel exhausted. “I’ll keep the monsters away.” I think he said. Or had it been… I’ll keep the other monsters away.
It doesn’t matter. In his arms, I feel safer already, knowing no nightmares will come. Not when he’s holding me this close.
They wouldn’t dare.
7
CHURCH
Angel stays right where I tucked her through the night. I don’t move an inch, not wanting to disturb her. I need her to sleep so that I can keep holding her. Who knows how long I’ll have until she hates me? I can’t keep the truth from her forever. I do have her father locked away tight in the box.
Never in my life has doing my job bothered me. There’s not a single person that I dragged in there that had clean hands. Not them nor me. Angel’s father’s hands are covered in blood. There aren’t many politicians that aren't. But his are a bit more seedy. He’s had things done to others that put some of the most violent men I know to shame.
Like father, like son. It amazes me that the same blood flows through Angel’s veins as theirs. That she was able to maintain her innocence and kindness despite them being her family. They would have broken her eventually, so I’d taken her. I won’t deny that I’m a monster the same as them. Except I will protect her. In fact, I would do a lot of things for her. If she asked me to let her father go, I would. That’s why I’m not going to mention having him.
Still, guilt rakes at me. It’s not an emotion I’m familiar with. I don’t want her to hate me. Then she would try to run. In doing so, she would see the monster I really am because there’s no way that I could let her go. I got dealt a shitty hand in life. I’m taking her for payment. Because that’s what I have to do. Fate would never give her to me.
I run my fingers through her soft hair. No matter how much I touch her, I will never get used to how soft she is. Even if touching her is all that she will ever let me do. It would be enough. Just lying here, breathing the same air as her is a privilege for someone like me.
Last night I might have been able to get more. I’d wanted to make her come so badly. To hear her moan my name. To show her the pleasure I could give her. I could surely do that. No? I believe for her I could. I might not know what I’m doing, but I’m a quick learner. Her body's response to me hasn’t steered me wrong yet. She's the only person who will ever feel pleasure from my touch. I’ll make her crave it. Until she can’t live without it or me.