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The room was silent except for Cherry’s soft gasp.
“If I’d had the time to spare, I would have either brought you his head, or let you do the honors and disposed of his body for you.”
“Holy shit,” Cherry whispered behind me, horrified, as she should be.
But Brandy had always been different. She ran to me, and I caught her as she jumped, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her lips pressed feather light kisses all over my face before they finally found my lips. Everything else became insignificant.
My angel might not have been born into my world, may even be horrified by parts of it, but she understood me perfectly. Her reaction proved it. She still deserved better than I could ever give her, and I’d been wrong to think that she didn’t belong.
She was my perfect match. Damaged but not broken. Never that. Her halo couldn’t be crushed under the weight of any man.
Her lips were heaven, but I wanted to be buried deep inside of her. Needed to feel her wrapped around me. Needed to own every luscious curve of her body. There was no turning back. She would be mine, even beyond the grave.
I’d never be able to love her, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but she’d never have to doubt my loyalty. Every dark, depraved, fucked-up piece of me was hers to do with as she pleased.
Her pout when our lips parted was adorable, but I needed to see in order to get her safely upstairs. She looked around, a pink tinge painting her cheeks. God, she was beautiful.
“Hunter, everyone is staring.”
I strode away from the bar and ran up the stairs with my angel in my arms, not giving two shits about what any of them thought.
“And if they come anywhere near my room, they’ll hear you screaming too.”
Her blush traveled down her neck, making my cock thicken against my zipper. Needless to say, opening my door was a rather painful endeavor.
She slid down my body, her eyes searching mine the second her feet touched the floor. “Did you get hurt carrying me up here? I could have walked, you know.”
My eyes fell to her lips, plump and pink. They would look so beautiful, struggling to wrap themselves around my girth.
“Fuck.”
She bit into her lip. “What do you need?”
“For you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”
Her eyes grew wide as understanding finally dawned. My angel wasn’t like anyone else, and her ability to continually surprise me was a fascination I doubted I’d ever tire of. Yes, she was blushing furiously, but she had a small smile on her face as her deft fingers made quick work of my jeans. Between my size and all the piercings, women never wanted to give me a blow job, let alone smiled at the prospect. Not that they didn’t enjoy both when I fucked them.
My cock sprang free, and I had my T-shirt halfway over my head when I felt her tongue wrapping around me. Jesus. I hurried up and finished tugging off my shirt and looked down. Her eyes met mine as her lips stretched around the head of my dick. She was magnificent on her knees before me, tears at the corners of her eyes as she swallowed as much of my cock as she could.
“Such a good girl, mój aniol,” I purred as I stroked her cheeks, moving stray strands of hair away from her face. “Eagerly sucking my cock.”
You’d have thought my cock was chocolate ice cream the way she licked it as she slid back on her haunches. Then she’d rush forward, metal clanking against her teeth as she choked on me, tears streaming down her cheeks. Over and over, until my balls tightened painfully. My hands dove into her hair, yanking on the strands as I tried to pull her off me.
She only hollowed out her cheeks, sucking harder, and I stared into her eyes as I came in her mouth. My inhuman roar filled the room as I watched her throat work as it struggled to swallow my come. Fuck, she was magnificent.
I could barely stand when she released me. Her pink tongue darted out to catch a little bit of my come at the corner of her mouth and I groaned.
Her brow furrowed as she stared at the floor. “It felt right, what I was doing, and you came, but I’ve never done that before. At least not willingly. Should I do something different? You know, for next time.”
Damn, with her mixture of eagerness and innocence it was easy to forget. Especially when remembering made me all murder-ish. It made me want to dig him up just so I could kill him again. Slower this time with a dash more pain. Then repeat. Over and over and until I felt satisfied, though I doubted I ever would. There was nothing that could make up for what he’d done.
My hand stroked along her jaw as I tilted her head up. She didn’t meet my eyes at first, and I patiently waited until she did. I hated that look of uncertainty on her face. It was time I erased it.
“You are sheer perfection.”
The words easily tumbled from my lips because they were the truth. I wasn’t one to pander to a woman in order to offer her reassurance or comfort, because frankly, I’d never given two shits. Love might not be in the cards for me, but she’d have the rest. My words weren’t flowery or poetic, but they didn’t need to be because she understood me. Probably better than anyone else ever had, even my own mother.
I held my hand out, and she took it as she stood, her breath catching in her throat. There was nothing better than how she reacted to me. The way she leaned into me, craved my rough touch. All things considered, I’d call it a miracle if I believed in such things.
