Chapter Twenty-Six #2
This felt like heaven, and I shouldn’t be in heaven.
Not after the things I’d done and blood I’d spilt. Yet…
“Why did you come back?” My voice was rough, and the question came out harsher than I’d intended, but I needed to know. Only hours ago, I used the venom in my tongue to break her. Even if all of it was utter bullshit, I still witnessed the hurt I caused her.
That felt like death.
“Because I love you,” she rasped, a single tear falling down the side of her head.
Love.
She had said that today, but I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. The organ in my chest was hammering, pounding in my ears as all the blood went straight to my cock.
How could an angel love a demon?
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I leaned over her, the scent of vanilla taking over me. She still took my goddamn breath away every time I saw her. She still made my chest ache when she called me by my nickname. She still had my dark soul hypnotized every time she laughed.
She still loved me after everything.
In all my years, I never said the word.
Evil men didn’t get to be loved.
I pulled my gaze from her, focusing on the storm brewing outside, much like the one brewing inside me.
“Angel, you don’t—”
She sat up, wrapping her arms around my middle, and I ignored the pain in my muscles. Pain was something I should be used to, but the ache she put in my chest was Earth-shattering.
“Look at me, Col.”
Anything. I would do anything for her.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and acceptance.
How could she accept me?
I was unfamiliar with this new shadow of insecurity that seemed to linger over me whenever we were together. It was hard for me to process. It’s easy to be perfect in front of people who didn’t care.
But in front of her? I felt like the aftermath of an F5 tornado.
“You were born in the darkness, but I was dragged into it by monsters. Both of us were drowning in it, but then I found you, Col.”
I stroked her cheek.
“In a different life, Karina, maybe we could be…” I trailed off, looking out the window once more as lightning struck. Thunder followed immediately after. The storm was here. “You don’t deserve this life.”
Her hands snaked around my front and she began unbuttoning my shirt. “Neither do you.”
“You’re right, I deserve much worse.”
She got on her knees, shooting me a look, and pushed the fabric off my shoulders as her silk strap fell off hers.
“Let me see them,” she pleaded.
My scars.
I found myself turning around, giving her what she wanted. My eyes focused on the wall in front of me, reminding me of when I used to let him beat me as her fingers began tracing over them. Her touch burned, melting the ice around that annoying thing in my chest.
Now, she could see the monster I truly was.
I let out a breath as her fingers touched the worst one.
One night, during my first year in New York, Romano was so pissed. We'd lost one million dollars. A bet fell through with the Arizona Diamondbacks. He gave me a single lesson, one that lasted six hours.
The man had to beat me down to feel powerful, and I let him. To play the part. Until the time was right.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Her pity wasn’t wanted or needed. A weight settled in my stomach. Her apology—it struck something inside of me. My brows furrowed. “Why are you apologizing?”
She remained silent, and then something replaced her fingers—her lips. I stiffened.
“Karina,” I warned, my jaw tight.
“Let me love you, Col.”
I don’t know how to, baby.
She placed two more kisses on my scar before I whirled on her. My lips captured hers as my arms hauled her against me in one swift movement.
“I ache for you,” I rasped against her lips. I felt her smile.
“Say yes,” she whispered, her hands coming up to the back of my head, her nails teasing my scalp.
“This world—my world—isn’t for you.”
“No, but you are.”
Fucking Hell.
I kissed her again, more fiercely. Her sweet words turned me on so fucking much. I hated it. I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of it. She was an addiction. My hips pressed against her stomach, my erection giving her proof of how much she drove me crazy.
“Say yes,” she repeated, her words coming out as a desperate breath.
I pulled back. “To what, angel?”
“If you say yes, that means I own you.”
A chuckle rose from my chest, sneaking past the ache. My lips turned up into a small smile as my eyes danced with hers.
“Karina, you have owned me for a fucking decade.”
Her lips were on mine then, kissing me with abandon, and fuck it all if I didn’t give it right back to her.
Tongues, teeth, lips mashed together as the storm outside raged and the wind howled.
Rain began to pelt down on the window. Her hands trailed down my abs slowly, her fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
That.
That was torture.
I groaned, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking until she mewled for me. Her hands stopped at the waistline of my pants, and her fingers skimmed them. I chuckled as a sinful grin spread across my face, dropping my hand down to her silk covered ass.
“Do you know how hard it was to only look at your face when you wore these little shorts in front of me?” I gave her a good squeeze as I pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. “For months, you tested my control, Karina.”
She held my eyes as her hand dipped into my slacks, her fingers wrapping around my aching cock. We both let out a noise at the contact.
“Say yes,” she pleaded, her voice shaking slightly as she began to stroke me.
“It’s always going to be yes, baby. From now on, it’s yes,” I ground out, ignoring the demon inside me telling me to put her on all fours and fuck the shit out of her.
Suddenly, my pants were open, and my cock was in her mouth.
“Karina.”
My eyes snapped open, looking down at her as she worked to fit all of me inside her. Fuck. My shaft stretched those sweet, plump lips wide as her eyes held mine. The sight alone could make me coat the back of her throat with my cum.
She released me with a pop, her hand stroking the shaft as her lips kissed the head of my cock. Tingles went down my spine as a groan left my lips. “I own you, Collin Stevens,” she said before licking me like a fucking lollipop.
My hand fisted her hair. “Then fuck me with your mouth like you mean it,” I growled, my abs flexing.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.
That fucking word. I don’t know where it came from. It just came out of my mouth the first time I had her, and it felt right. I wasn’t expecting her to like it, but she did.
It made her wild with lust, made her sweet cunt drip for me…I’d be her Daddy every day for the rest of my damn life.
My cock was back in her mouth as she sucked on it like I was the last thing she would ever taste—the only thing she wanted to taste. The feeling was mutual. I could eat my angel’s pussy for hours.
The urge to shove my cock all the way to the back of her throat until she choked on me was too close to taking over. My hips began thrusting into her as she bobbed her beautiful head and stroked me.
Too fucking good. The base of my spine tingled. Her tongue flattened out against the underside of my cock, forcing me to grip her hair tighter.
“That’s a good girl,” I rasped, staring down at her, those blue eyes glistening with tears. Fuck. I held her still and began to slowly thrust into her perfect, hot mouth. “Take it all.”
Her nose met the base of my abdomen, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
“I’m sorry,” I groaned. “I am so fucking sorry for pushing you away. I didn’t mean any of it.”
I was such a fucking fool.
She moaned around my cock, and spots danced in my vision. I released her, and she gasped for air, tears running down her cheeks. “I knew you didn’t, Col.” Her hand was still stroking me, and when her thumb swiped over the head of my cock, I’d had enough.
Removing her hand, I pushed her back onto the bed, her tits bouncing in the process. I needed to be inside her. Now. I shredded her clothes like a fucking animal, her gasps only urging me on.
I needed that sweet little pussy.
I needed to fuck it.
I needed to fill it.
Once she was naked, I dragged her to the end of the bed and lined my cock up to her entrance. I gripped her jaw, holding her eyes as I rubbed her clit with the head. “So wet for me, Karina.”
She whimpered as she started to rotate her hips, seeking out her own pleasure. I turned her head so my lips met her ear. “Give Daddy a show.”
I looked down between us and bit back a groan when she brought her hands to her breasts, squeezing them before she pinched her nipples. I increased the pressure on her clit as she began to pant for me.
“Such a dirty angel, aren’t you?” I taunted, nibbling on her ear. “So desperate for my cock.”
“Please,” she rasped.
Dipping my head, I trailed kisses up and down the column of her neck, my hand snaking around her head to pull her hair. I thrust my hips, my shaft rubbing against her pussy, her legs wrapped around me.
“Look at you, soaking Daddy’s cock.”
She nodded. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip trying to silence herself. I began moving my hips faster before slapping her hands away and taking a nipple into my mouth. She arched into me, her hands snapping up to hold my head in place.
“Col.”
I alternated giving each breast the attention they deserved. They filled my palms so perfectly, like she was made for me. My hard cock was almost to the point of pain, dying to sink into her tight wetness. Her legs began to shake, trembling for me, and I knew she was close.
“Give me your eyes, baby,” I commanded, rising above her. Her eyes opened, and her pupils were blown, only giving me a shred of blue as desire took control of her senses. “Say it again.”