Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
At that moment, I made the decision to accept Angel’s protection. I wouldn’t do to Caylen what my parents did to me.
“I’m the one who was raped, yet I get imprisoned,” I muttered to myself.
His eyes flashed with something. Jealousy? Anger? I couldn’tput a finger on it, but I did not want to be on the other side of it.
“What did you just say?”
I swallowed even though my mouth and throat had long dried out. “Which part?”
“You know damn well which part, Mian.”
“I was raped, Angel. Is that what you would like to hear? I was slipped a drug after a party and woke up the next day with his come on my thighs and no memory of how it happened.” I didn’t mean to be so upfront, but the way he looked at me made me defensive. Reliving that night wasn’t exactly good for my mood either. But it was more than two years ago, and I was dealing with it.
Sort of.
“You were a virgin.” Z’s striking green eyes were troubled as he stared into mine. “Weren’t you?” He spoke softly. Maybe that was why I found myself nodding. “Jesus Christ…” He shoved his hands in his hair and met Angel’s hard gaze. “You need to erase that memory from her mind. Fucking destroy it.”
Just like that, the vibe in the room changed to something warmer and more dangerous. Before I could ask what he meant, I was pulled into his lap.
“What he did to you…” He wrapped his hand around my neck and tilted my head back to rest on his shoulder. “That isn’t the way a man should touch you.” I sucked in air when I felt his other arm wrap around my waist. “You should want it.” His fingertips skimmed my lips. “You should crave it.” I felt his hot breath on my neck. “And if he’s really good, you should beg for it.”
What was happening? One moment, I was arguing against staying with the man who had kidnapped my son, and the next, I was sitting in his partner’s lap as his husky voice did things I wasn’t proud of to my body.
“Am I scaring you?” I twisted my head enough to see genuine concern in Z’s green eyes. Once again, I found myself nodding. He didn’t scare me. Heterrifiedme. “Do you like it?”
I didn’t know if the torturous feeling low in my stomach was right or wrong. It was akin to how Angel made me feel back when I was just a kid with a crush though it didn’t burn as hot.
Z was right.
If I wanted to be touched, I’d beg for it, and it didn’t always come with words. My body knew what it wanted even when my brain boycotted. I lifted my head and saw Angel watching. His dark, burning gaze never left me, but I knew he was clocking every move Z made.
“What do you say we put on a show?” Z whispered so only I could hear. “Let him see how much you really want it?”
It was too late to pretend. Z knew who and what I wanted, which meant Angel would too.
“How?”
“We’ll make him jealous, princess.” I felt his hands leave my waist. The breath I almost took was caught in my throat when his hand slipped beneath my shirt. He caressed the spot, low on my stomach, where I felt my urges. “You in?”
If sex had a voice, it would have been Z’s. He waited while I finally exhaled. There was nothing I could do without my racing heart, though.
Gratifying sex with a man who helped kidnap my son?
Why would I say yes?
I met Angel’s darkening glare,and wondered why I couldn’t say no either.
“You control the pace and how far this goes.” He paused to kiss my shoulder through my shirt and said, “But don’t worry. He’ll give in before you do.”
My nod was barely complete when he lifted my shirt over my head. I was still coming to grips with my answer when he tossed it on the empty seat beside us. I should have felt shy and shameful for being exposed, but we were past that, weren’t we?
“You have beautiful tits, princess. Did you know Angel was a tit man?”
I saw Angel’s surprise when I nodded. “All the girls used to talk about it… He’d go crazy for them and make them come just by sucking on them.” I could still feel the devastation and misplaced sense of betrayal whenever I heard about Angel with other girls. And I always heard about him. When girls weren’t whispering about Angel, they were interrogating me.
I was hurtled back to the present when Z flicked my nipple and growled. “Yeah, but it’syouwho drives him crazy. Never forget that, princess.” He repeated the assault on my other nipple before moving his hands down to my jeans and flicking open the button.