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)
“How are you feeling?” Abel slides his hand between my legs, cupping my sex.
After the first round of sex, he carried me into the bathroom, where we took a long soak. It ended with us going right back at it. He protested at first, worried about me being sore, but it was hard for him to say no when I reminded him what he said about me only having to ask. I’m sure me climbing him like a tree helped persuade him as well.
He let me take the lead, but it hadn’t lasted too long. Abel quickly took over. I might have been on top of him, but he had been the one moving my body. I get a thrill from the control he can take. It doesn’t scare me. In fact, it’s freeing because I know he will handle me with care. That he would never do anything to hurt me.
Being carefree and taken care of is something I’m not used to. I have been watching out for myself for most of my life. My father might have paid for things, but that’s really as far as his help ever went. He’d always been closer to my brother. That doesn’t seem to have turned out so great. It makes me wonder if my father knows what he’s been up to. I mean, it would be pretty impossible for him not to. He likes to have control of anything that might affect him negatively in the spotlight.
“I feel good.” I turn my head to catch Abel’s mouth in a kiss. His phone goes off again. He lets out a growl that has me giggling. “Answer it. Could be important.”
“You’re what’s important.”
“Do you know you can be such a sweetheart?” Abel’s eyebrows rise, making me laugh harder. “Guessing no one has ever called you that before.”
“No.” He brushes his thumb across my lips.
“It could be about me,” I remind him. There is shit going on with my brother and God knows what with my father. I know I’ll have to face it sooner or later, but it’s been nice getting lost in Abel. To forget about the rest of the world and my messed-up family.
“All right.” He sighs, rolling over to sit up and grab his phone. I get up to snag his shirt off the floor to pull on.
“I’ll make us something to eat.”
“That would be great.” He stands. “Need to step into my office.”
“All right.” I head toward the kitchen. “I’ll make you a cup of coffee,” I tell him. “The real stuff.”
I start breakfast as his coffee brews. When it’s done, I take it to him. I pause outside the door when I hear my name being said. I know I shouldn’t listen, but something inside of me tells me to.
“It’s Angel’s father. The fuck you want here?” Abel sounds pissed, but he kind of does most of the time when he’s talking to other people. He’s direct and always to the point. It’s only with me that I’ve gotten him to open up more. He knows I need to hear his words, so he gives them to me.
“I didn’t kill him.” My hand that is holding the warm coffee cup tightens. How could he have killed him? He’s been with me. Has my father been found dead or possibly missing? Shit. Would my brother kill our own father? “He’s still got all his fingers.” Abel pauses. “I didn’t say his toes too.” I take a step back. What the hell did that mean? “It didn’t take much for me to get him to talk. He’s a fucking rat.”
A few things start to click together in my mind, but I don’t want to believe them. I take a few more steps back, putting space between me and the office door. Abel told me it’s his job to extract information from people. Has he been extracting it from my father? I turn, rushing back to the kitchen.
“Angel.” I jump, Abel’s voice startling me. I drop the coffee cup, but Abel is quick, and he snags me around the waist from behind, lifting me from my feet and stepping back as the cup hits the floor and shatters. None of the hot coffee hits my bare legs. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He sets me down on the kitchen island, leaning down to inspect my legs to make sure they are okay.
“Nothing got on me,” I tell him. My Abel kisses my knee sweetly as he stands. How is this the same man that was talking about removing someone's toes only moments ago?
“Stay put until I get this cleaned up. Your feet are bare.”
I nod, my mind a whirl of thoughts that I can’t organize no matter how hard I try. I watch as he quickly cleans up the mess before focusing his attention back on me.