Chapter 4 #2
“Should I call the p-police?” the froyo worker quavered, the pink-and-yellow hat trembling on his head.
“Here, take a break, kid,” I ordered, throwing a couple hundred dollars of Henry’s onto the counter. “Get lost.”
The guy didn’t even think about it, just grabbed the money, threw his hat on the counter, and left.
“Fucking pussy,” I yelled after him as I slammed the door shut and locked it.
When I turned back to Angel, her blue eyes were as wide as dinner plates, her pink lips opened slightly so I could see just the tip of her pink tongue.
“Now, enough of this shit about getting divorced. You are not leaving me.”
She acted like she was getting up, but I stalked over and pulled on the front of her shirt, forcing her to sit back down.
“Sit down.”
Looming over her, I rested big knuckles over the hard wood so she could hear the heavy clunk of the thick gold wedding band that completed my deception.
“Go away,” she squeaked, her chair scraping across the floor as she tried to escape.
I had to fucking do it. I had to close this.
“Listen to me,” I snarled, jerking her chair legs back with my foot, while I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, the curls feeling soft and sweet in my rough hands. “I won’t let you go.”
“Ow, Henry, ow, you’re hurting me,” Angel whimpered, looking up beseechingly at me.
Fuck
I tried to make my fingers pull harder, but they wouldn’t go, as she continued to look up at me with that perfect face. Her eyes were so blue, the thick lashes sweeping over her pink cheeks.
Fuck
My heart racing, I let go and pounded my fist on the table instead.
“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?” I bit out.
She looked down, but when she met my eyes again they looked wary, with a strange little flicker in them that I couldn’t interpret.
“I’m going to sell it!” Angel snapped, and she flung herself out of her chair.
In her attempt to escape me, she tripped on that long dress hem, arms flailing wildly as she lost her balance.
I lunged forward, banging my shins painfully on the table as I rushed to catch her.
“Calm the fuck down!” I snarled, my hands tightening on her waist, my heart pounding at how close she’d come to falling down and hurting herself.
But now she was crossing her arms and glaring at me.
“Don’t waste your breath. It’s over, Henry,” Angel said boldly. “In fact, I’m calling the divorce lawyer right now.”
Shit
That would be a complete failure on my part. And what if Henry punished her for it instead?
“No!” I growled, grabbing at Angel’s phone as she pulled it from her purse. “I will never let you go.”
Fuck, that felt uncomfortably true.
“I could make things very difficult for you,” I warned as I tossed the phone back onto the table.
“How?” she asked.
“I could take all your money,” I said. “You wouldn’t get a penny in the divorce.”
Angelise shrugged, biting her lip as she held my eyes. “I’d rather have no money than be with you.”
Then she rose from the table. “I am going to go and you’re going to let me walk out this door.”
“No, I am not!” I retorted, stepping forward and blocking her route to the exit. “We are going to make this marriage work.”
“Why should I try to make this marriage work? All you do is sleep around!” she said tartly, her hands on those luscious wide hips.
The movement pulled her thin white shirt up a bit and I saw a few inches of her soft tanned belly, the curves making me want to bite her, sink my teeth in her flesh and suck hard.
She was wearing a long flowing skirt and it hung on her hips perfectly, clinging to that gorgeous juicy ass.
My brother was a moron, because if I was married to Angel, I’d be racing home every day to see her, not trolling for random ass.
“That’s in the past,” I said, hoping this was how Henry usually apologized. “I swear to God I’ll be faithful to you.”
“You don’t even care about me,” she said, rolling her eyes.
Well, shit, what would Henry say to that?
“Yes, I do,” I insisted.
“Well, then, what do you like about me?” Angel demanded.
“Everything,” I said, then hastily adding “bitch,” so I wouldn’t give myself away.
She gnawed on her lip for a minute, then with a little flash, she reached down and grabbed one of the cafe chairs and swung it at my head.
I caught the chair easily, feeling adrenaline pulse in my veins.
“I’ll never come back to you!” she cried, and her face was almost gleeful as she wiggled her tongue at me. “Never and you can’t make me!”
Then she suddenly sprinted into the kitchen.
My blood pounded like feral heat through my veins, and I gave chase.
It was way too fucking hot to see Angel running away from me, knowing she could only get as far away as I let her.
Bursting through the door, I was confronted with the delicious smells of sugar and spice as she threw a fistful of cookie dough at me.
“Don’t be a brat,” I said, but she instantly whirled around and picked up one of the heavy butcher knives lying on the prep station.
“Get back!”
“Angelise Santerre,” I gritted out. “Put that down. You are going to hurt yourself.”
“Make me,” she said.
What if she went too fast and slipped? That knife looked sharp as fuck!
Holding my hands out, I advanced carefully on her, adrenaline racing through me.
“Put it down,” I ordered again, but Angel only danced away from me.
Pure panic washed over me in terrifying waves, my entire body instantly slick with sweat.
If anything happened to her. . . she didn’t know it, but it would absolutely destroy me.
Angel made a little lunge with the knife, and I didn’t blame her at all for wanting to stab my brother, but I couldn’t let her miss and possibly hurt herself, so I darted forward and wrenched on her wrist with my much stronger grip so she was forced to loosen her hold.
I ripped the knife away but as I did, Angel grabbed for it, and managed to cut a neat little slice across her delicate fingers.
She looked down in shock at the tips of her fingers, instantly scarlet-red with blood, and I pulled out one of the kitchen’s clean white towels and wrapped it around her hand, holding it tightly to stop the bleeding.
It wasn’t a very deep cut, but I was still furious.
“You could have gotten yourself killed!” I barked, giving her a little shake.
She didn’t seem abashed at all, struggling in my arms, forcing me to hold her tightly to prevent her from escaping.
“I’m not going to let you go until you agree to calm down,” I warned, putting my legs on either side of her and tightening my thighs until she was trapped.
Her ass was wiggling deliciously in front of me, and I couldn’t help some devil in me giving it a healthy slap.
She almost jumped out of her skin, yelping with surprise, but the way she caught her breath made me throw her over my lap and do it again.
And then I did it again, sitting on the table, watching as my big hand spanned her cheeks, the sharp slaps making her ass jiggle deliciously.
Was her skin getting pink and rosy underneath my rough hand?
My cock was hard as a rock in my suit pants, imagining what she’d look like with her skirt up.
I needed to stop, because what the hell was I doing spanking my sister-in-law’s ass as her tits pressed into my thighs?
“You’re a savage!” Angel shrieked, drumming on my legs with her flip-flops, but I felt the way her nipples were taut against my thighs and it only made me spank her harder.
“Behave!” I warned, stretching back to deliver another massive slap to her ass, sliding my fingers slowly down the throbbing curves.
I knew her ass must be stinging now.
Shit, she was making me way too damn horny, I felt myself hovering on the edge of totally losing control and howling as I sunk my cock in her.
“Do you agree not to divorce me?” I gritted out.
“No!”
Adrenaline and blood was still pumping through my body, not to mention my dick, so I stood up, dragging Angel with me, and shoved her against the table.
Henry had said by any means necessary and if I fucked up, she was the one who would pay the price.
I put my hand around her throat, knocking a tray of cupcakes on the floor.
“You are going to sit here while I eat you out, whether you like it or not.”
Her eyes were huge saucers again, as she put two hands on either side of my fist around her throat. For a moment I tightened my fingers as I saw her chest heave underneath my forearm.
Then I let go and didn’t give her a chance to say no, kneeling down on the floor between her legs.
“Get that fucking skirt up,” I ordered as I yanked her hips closer to the edge of the table.
She obeyed, revealing a little pink thong, the tiny strip of fabric barely covering her pussy.
I hooked my thumbs over the waistband, pulling it down her thighs and letting it fall between my legs.
My dick was pounding like fuck as I forced her legs wider to accommodate my shoulders, and I felt more precum drip from my cock as I ran my tongue down her soaked slit.
“Henry,” she breathed as I swirled my tongue around her clit, smashing my face in her pussy.
There was a sick feeling in the pit of my gut as she moaned his name, but I forced down my twisted rage that she didn't know whose tongue was dripping with her arousal.
To protect my Angel, I would let Henry take credit for everything.
She could never know that it had been me seducing her back into marriage with my twin brother.
As I knelt before her, I fought the urge to come in my pants, restraining myself by taking only the sick-sweet satisfaction of wrapping my arms around her thighs and bringing her pleasure.
Angelise’s legs were hooked around the back of my neck, and then her long fingernails were running through my hair.
“Shit, right there,” she groaned, and I forced myself to stay on my knees instead of flipping her upside-down and fucking her senseless.
Her hips began to jerk back and forth and her belly tighten as her orgasm approached.
“Soak my face,” I groaned, my cock feeling so swollen with cum that even shifting in place was painful.
With a whimper, she obeyed, gripping my head as slick wet arousal began to pump from her pussy, running down my chin and throat and soaking the collar of my shirt.
Fuck, she tasted so good, and I greedily licked up every bit of her cum, delving my tongue into her delicious folds to make sure I sucked up every last drop.
My cock was leaking a fuck-ton of precum down my brother’s pants and I was afraid I was about to explode.
“Now, no more of this nonsense about getting a divorce,” I said firmly.
Then Angel tightened her hand in my hair and yanked up so hard I was forced to look right into her eyes.
“Hello, Hunter,” she said. “Guess what? I figured out it was you. Now, care to explain yourself, you bastard?”