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)
I was so close. Then, memories of all the things these same hands had done to her father right before that had flashed through my mind. I mean, the man is only three floors beneath us right now. His fate is in my hands. I promised Matteo I wouldn’t leave any visible marks on the piece of shit. I somewhat kept that promise.
“Hmm.” Angel slides over on top of me, her knees landing on each side of me, so her sex is pressed right against my stomach. I grip her hips, causing her tiny shorts to ride up. I’m not sure if it’s to stop her from moving or to push her down farther over my dick.
I might have nodded off a few times. I don’t require much sleep to be able to function. Angel presses her face into my neck. I’m an asshole. I pull her down, resting her right on top of my dick. The weight of her body gives me some form of relief.
There is no way in hell I could give her back. That means I have to get her to fall for me. How I do that, I got no fucking clue. I don’t know shit about romance. Being a nosy bastard when I was digging into everything I could find on Angel, I might have flipped through the pages of books she’s read or had seen on her Kindle reader thing to read next.
My girl enjoys dirty books. Ones that would give porn and strip clubs a run for their money. Sex was never on my mind. Not even when I’ve had to go on jobs that ended up in the back of a whore house or strip club. It was only another vice men let themselves fall prey to. I made it my mission to never be prey.
That’s now been fucked all to hell. I don’t want to call Angel my weakness, but she could be used against me. She also has her own control over me. Since I was able to take care of myself, no one else has ever had such power. While it’s an unsettling feeling, nothing will stop me from having her. That ship sailed the moment I laid eyes on her.
“Abel,” Angel whispers my name.
I know she's still asleep; her breathing has not changed. A strange sensation fills my chest. She has only known me for a day, and she is already saying my name in her sleep. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? I’ve never shared a bed with anyone, so I have no fucking clue.
I keep my hands firmly on her hips, not letting go. She keeps trying to wiggle her pussy against my cock. I'm already struggling to hold on to my control. My mouth waters to taste her. Before her, I never understood the appeal of oral sex. It sounded so disgusting. Now, that's all I can fucking think about. There isn’t an inch of her body that I don’t want my mouth on. How does that happen? With the flip of a switch, I am seeing things differently. She turned my entire world on its axis.
“Oh,” Angel lets out another moan, her mouth brushing against my neck. I close my eyes. She tries to wiggle her hips again. I release my grip on her, fearing it might leave bruises on her petal-soft, delicate skin. I fist them at my sides, my heart pounding as her pussy moves up and down my cock.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I remind myself over and over again, trying to remain in control. I’m a hair’s breadth away from losing it. From ripping her panties off and rutting into her until she’s coming all over my cock.
“Yes.” Her hips start to work faster. I grit my teeth when I feel my boxer briefs get damp. Sure, my cock is a fucking faucet right now, but that's all because of her.
I groan, and it rumbles through my chest. Her sweet scent is flooding my senses, sending lust through my entire body. I should stop this, but I’m not a decent man. The only time I’ll be with an angel is here and now.
She lets out a small gasp. Her whole body freezes. My fucking groan must have woken her. She’s still for a long moment. I think she might go back to sleep, but then Angel suddenly pops up, still straddling me. Her hands come down on my chest.
Knowing that the darkness scares her, I call for the dim light to come on so she can remember where she is.
“Angel.” I try to say it gently, but it comes out gruff as the low light turns up. Fuck, she’s beautiful over me. I can see her pert nipples through the thin fabric of her top. Her cheeks are pink from her arousal. My bloodstained hands don’t deserve to touch such an ethereal creature, but at this point, I highly doubt it’s going to stop me.