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)
“You didn’t have to do that for me.”
“Do what?” he sighed and pulled my dress back down. He walked away before I could answer, so I followed him.
“Defend my honor. Because of you, I’m not even sure there is any left to defend.”
His chuckle was rich and dark and mocking. “Your honor is mine to take as well as it is to defend. I do what the fuck pleases me, Mian. Don’t you know that by now?”
“But you don’t. Not really.”
“Come again?”
“Well…” I'd ask myself later what the hell I was thinking. He’d already stopped walking and turned to face me. His deep brown eyes were becoming darker by the second. “You want to fuck me, but you’re afraid.”
He blinked once. Slowly. “And why would I be afraid to fuck you, Mian? Do you think you scare me?” He bared his teeth, gripped the back of my neck, leaning down. “That’s incredibly cute.”
“Then why won’t you?” I challenged. Was I begging for it or truly hoping to prove a point? The lines blurred when he put his hand on me and invaded my space.
“Are you that hot for my dick inside you? You’d be dead before I came inside those tight walls of your cunt.” His hand slid from my nape to my throat. I wasn’t expecting the pressure that followed and instinctively, wrapped my hand around his wrist to stop him. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” His hand tightening around my throat ensured I couldn’t. “I’ll give you more than just a rough touch with your pleasure. Sex with me would be deadly, Mian. Are you ready to dance in the dark with me?” I suddenly felt the press of his fingers between my thighs. “Say the word, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
I was supposed to hate his touch. But my body’s needs betrayed me once again, and he was very soon, going to discover it. What would stop him then from taking me?
Angel has had a lifetime of taking what he wanted. Including my son. I closed my eyes so the picture of his smile would be more vivid. He trusted and depended on me to keep him safe. Ihadto find a way.
I had no hope of controlling what my body waned, so I would follow my heart instead. It was the one place I could truly be safefrom Angel.
Confidence allowed my body to relax, which Angel noticed immediately. “You think shutting me out will stop me?” I didn’t respond, but I could feel him watching closely. He kept his grip, and my body began to slack even more from lack of oxygen. “Very well,” he finally said and let me go. I coughed, drew in large gulps of air, and rubbed the sore spot on my throat. “Go upstairs.”
He walked away from me, but I couldn’t let him get the last word. “And then?” I said between sucking in air.
He stopped and turned back to face me. “You test me, Mian.” He shook his head. Then he said as he walked away again, “And then you wait for me.”
Chapter Forty-Three
The world is small for men with power.
ANGEL
I burst throughthe doors like I owned the place, which I pretty much did. It was also why I was so annoyed my presence had been demanded. I may have been the hired hand, but I did not take orders. My clients knew, with a single entry from my family’s black book, I could have them killed or imprisoned. The Knights took the soul of anyone who made a deal with us for power, fortune, or prosperity. For six generations, The Bandit never failed a job, which made the cost of their soul well spent.
The high back brown leather chair spun around and revealed dull brown hair, sharp eyes, and an expensive suit.
“What can I do for you, Senator?” My tone held a bite in it that I knew he wouldn’t miss. Senator Staten was as corrupt as the rumor mill accused. It just so happened that he gained his seat because of my father and was due for reelection soon.
“I need a job done, and I want it to be top priority.”
It wasn’t new for clients to demand priority. They all felt their problems were paramount, and with endless money to throw around, they were more than willing to pay for that illusion.
“That’s going to cost you.”
“I’m well aware of the costs, young man.” If this wasn’t a business meeting, I’d laugh at his attempt to make me feel small by pointing out my age, and then I’d slit his throat and sleep like a baby tonight.
My attention shifted to his excuse for a son sitting in the corner wearing a smug smile. He wore khaki shorts and a mint colored polo shirt with loafers. His pansy ass barely had hair on his legs but had the nerve to think he had some control.