“Yes, I believe you.”
Fuuuck. That’s all I need.
I surge forward, my cock slipping right in, slamming deep and hard. Her back arches off the floor, her moans loud as I fillher, before I rise up, bracing myself on my hands and fuck her with fervour.
The sound of our skin slapping, combined with Lily’s cries, fills the room, the TV no longer something I can hear as her tight, wet heat strangles my cock, sucking it in with desperate need.
I know Lily’s body already. I know my cock alone won’t send her over the edge, so I put my weight on one arm and use the other to find her swollen clit.
Fuck, it’s ripe and hot, and I tease the little bud as her walls tighten around me like a vice, loving the squeeze so much I think I’m about to arrive early.
But Lily does instead. A strangled cry flying from her parted lips, her eyes scrunched tight as she erupts and pulses around me, reaching her high.
My nuts start to tense, the knowing ache deep inside me a sure sign I’m about to explode, but before I do, Lily flips us, turning the tables as she pants, her cheeks blazing red as she starts to ride me.
“Fuck, Lily,” I hiss, my hands gripping her waist as she locks eyes with me, whipping her copper hair over her shoulders before she leans down to claim my lips.
Her kiss isn’t gentle, her lips brutal, her tongue assaulting, and her teeth biting. She’s still angry. But that’s understandable. She can abuse me all she fucking wants as long as she remembers that I love her.
When she pulls back, shoving my shirt up, her fingers find my nipple before she pinches and hisses at me.
“Come for your Angel,” she demands, her voice a sexy fucking husk that has my cock jerking, and three more thrusts sends me over.
Doing exactly as she demanded, I come deep inside her, each hot jet like a brand that I want to keep stored inside her so she doesn’t ever forget what we do to each other.
I’m about to tell her that I love her again. About to reassure her that I’m on Team Lily, when her eyes dart to the TV as a news report comes in.
I don’t get a chance to shift my focus to what has herdistracted, because the next second, her wide, panicked eyes shift to me before her face morphs into the pure evil of the Crimson Angel I’ve been spying on for years.
“I’m sorry,” is all she says before she draws her fist back and slams it into the side of my head.
Then… everything goes black.
CHAPTER 39
LILY
Going off grid is my only option. After seeing the news report on TV, I had no other choice.
SOURCES SAY A MEMBER OF THE PUBLIC IS TALKING TO POLICE, AS WE SPEAK, ABOUT THE TRUE IDENTITY OF THE CRIMSON ANGEL.
I panicked. I didn’t have time to prepare. I just had to flee.
Because shit, this wasn’t supposed to be happening.
How did this happen?
I considered fleeing to my warehouse, but since Asher has been following me, I figure he must know about that, and so too could whoever gave me up. So instead, I stole Asher’s motorbike and sped into the city, hoping to get lost in the crowds of London, hiding away in a seedy hotel.
Paying with cash so I don’t leave a paper trail, I shut myself away in the musky brown and yellow room as my phone starts blowing up.
BARRETT: Lily, the cops know. We need to get you out of there!
ASHER: WTF Lily! You knocked me out! And left me!
ASHER: FUCK! The cops are out front! Where are you?
ASHER: I only just got over the back fence in time before the cops busted down the front fucking door! Where the fuck are you? Please tell me you’re okay.
