Chapter One-Angel
CHAPTER ONE-ANGEL
G iselle is facing the window, refusing to look at me, and it’s annoying. I know we have to talk, but how can I start if she won’t acknowledge I’m there?
Curiosity wars with pure animal lust every time I glance her way. Truly, I don’t get it.
Me and Sisi always had a good time together. I mean, I know she had a good time whenever we were in the bedroom in my office, fucking each other's brains out.
My Little Doll is vocal. She lets me know when she likes what I am doing to her body. It’s one of the hottest things about her.
And let me tell you, she likes what I do to her body.
“Why did you leave?” I ask, breaking the silence.
Giselle turns her head and gives me a dirty look. But she doesn’t answer.
Now, I’m getting more than annoyed. I’m getting pissed.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way,” I murmur, too low for her to hear me.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I drive the rest of the way to the private airport where the Viper Enterprises’ jet sits waiting for me in silence.
Little Doll still hasn’t turned towards me. She has her arms crossed. Probably cold. I am guessing due to the fact she is wearing a pitiful little excuse for a shirt.
I adjust the temperature. When I look at her again, she is biting her bottom lip.
Fuck. I want to be the one who does that.
I get a good look at her outfit once more and I narrow my eyes. She went out like that?
How many times? Who’s seen my Koukla dressed like this?
Her clothes are barely existent. I get it. We’re in Florida.
But what the fuck?
I’m going to have to have a talk with her about that. The spaghetti straps look like they might pop, freeing those big, gorgeous tits, and I am beside myself with anticipation and raging jealousy that someone else might see.
I can’t help myself, though. The temptation is too great. But even though I hit one or two potholes on purpose, the material holds out, much to my chagrin.
That’s alright.
I’ll have her back in my bed where she belongs in no time. I don’t know where Giselle got the idea I’m interested in other women, but I’m not.
How could I be? She is more than enough for me.
No, I never cheated on her. Not in thought or action. And yeah, it pisses me off she thinks that of me.
But when I think about it, it’s my fault. Really, what kind of impression have I made on this girl?
She must think I’m some kind of mindless rutting jackass. Every time I am near her, all I can think about is sticking my dick inside her tight, wet pussy.
What can I say?
We’ve got animal magnetism going for us if nothing else. But nah, that’s just me being a smartass.
There is something else. Something I never felt before, but I’ll be damned if I tell her first.
I pull into an empty spot just as she sits forward. The sun is baking me through the windows the second I turn the engine off.
“Where are we?” she asks, sitting forward and I frown, noting the way the tank top dips, and her nipples almost spill out.
If I can see her, so can my guys standing around outside while I pull into a spot.
“Sit back, Koukla,” I tell her, and she frowns, but complies.
“What?”
I nod towards her top, and she looks down. Her cheeks burn pink, but she complies and sits back.
“What does that mean, anyway? For months now, you’ve been calling me Koukla . And for all I know, it could mean fat ass,” she snarks.
“It don’t mean fat ass,” I reply, and my lip twitches.
But I don’t smile. Not yet.
“Wait for me to come around,” I command.
“Fine. Neanderthal,” she mutters.
That time I do smile, but I wait until I’m outside the car, so Giselle doesn’t see it.
“Hey yo, Boss?” Bernard, a new guy, walks up to me, his eyes on the passenger window.
I move in front of him, forcing him to stop short and blocking his view of my girl. I don’t care if she’s in denial or what.
Little Doll is mine.
And I don’t have no loyalty to this motherfucker here. Especially not if he’s too stupid to live.
“Got a problem?” I snarl.
“Um, yeah, no, Boss,” he says, hands raised.
“What do you want?” I ask this imbecile.
“Oh, uh, so the plane needs servicing. Pilot says it’s gonna be a couple of hours.”
“What? Fine. Fuck that. You guys wait and fly back home.”
“What about you, Boss?” he asks, but I’m already walking back to the driver’s side.
“Don’t fucking ask questions, Bernard,” Anthony, one of my old time guys, says to him.
I nod at Anthony, but I don’t bother replying. When I give orders, I expect them to be followed.
If Bernard can’t deal with that, he knows what to do. And if he doesn’t, well, Anthony will show him.
“What’s happening?” Giselle asks, and her green eyes are so wide I want to groan.
The color is so light, and the green is unlike anything I ever saw. Eyes like hers are rare. Perfect.
They’re not emeralds.
They’re peridots.
It’s this stone I saw once that’s a mix of yellow and green. Like celery, for lack of a better comparison.
Koukla has eyes like that. Cat eyes. And they are just as gorgeous as the rest of her.
“Change of plans. We’re driving back.”
I turn the engine on with the push of a button and adjust the controls so we ride in comfort. I reach behind her seat and find one of my sweatshirts, and I hold it out to her.
“What? I am not sitting in a car with you for twenty hours, Angel,” she says, and my blood hums at the sound of my name on her mouth.
Next time she says it, she’ll be screaming it.
That’s a promise I make to myself.
“Take the sweatshirt. And don’t worry, I have an impeccable driving record,” I say, pretending that’s what her objection is about.
“Yeah, right. I've seen you drive, buddy,” she mutters, but I notice she’s checking her seatbelt.
For a moment, I thought maybe she would try to fight me on this or jump out. But Giselle is not stupid.
Jumping out of a car, even if it’s only doing twenty-five miles per hour, is a pretty risky move.
Just in case, though, I lock the doors.
“Pull over at the next gas station. I’ll Uber back to my parents’ condo,” she says.
“I don’t think so.”
I snicker out loud. This girl is so damn feisty with me. Like she doesn’t care that I’m more than twice her size with a reputation that would intimidate most grown men.
It should annoy me, but it doesn’t. When Giselle gets all mouthy with me, hell, it just turns me on all the more.
I want her.
I mean that. I want this woman in a completely obsessive way.
I always fucking want her.
And that’s, well , that’s new.
That’s the real reason I can’t just forget about her. I can’t just let her go. Can’t watch her walk out on me.
Not gonna happen.
I mean, I fucking tried. Maybe I’m just too old. Or too jaded. Or just too damn fucking mean to leave this woman alone.
I’m not good for her.
I know I’m not.
Ask anyone what the name Angel Fury means, and they’ll tell you the same thing.
It means death.
Yeah, I got blood on my hands. A lot of it. I’m a motherfucking Viper. I am the Enforcer.
No one walks away from me and survives. Now, that never applied to women before, but Giselle isn’t some one night stand.
She isn’t one of those women who knows the rules. You know the ones I mean. The hard ones. Like groupies, only I ain’t a fucking rock star. I am something else.
Something darker. Forbidden. Something certain women want to use to scratch an itch when they’re tired of their staid lives.
But Giselle’s not like that. She’s a breath of fresh air. No guile, just stark honesty and she’s so in your fucking face. And yet she is still so complex. Like she has secrets and I’m dying to know what they are.
I fucking love that about her. She makes me want to dive deep, discover it all. And I will. Even if she fights me the whole time.
A sick part of me hopes she does. But another side of me, the tender one I don’t acknowledge very often, wants her to surrender willingly.
It wants her to trust me.
Fuck, what has she done to me? Since when do I care if a woman trusts me?
Never before. Only with her. Only right now.
This woman is not some piece of ass you can use and cast aside. She demands more. That’s why I tracked her gorgeous ass all the way down to the Sunshine State.
Two months apart is all I can take. It’s been long enough. I’m taking her back home.
Where she belongs.
Period. And no, I’m not going to look too closely at that, either.
“I am not driving all the way back to Jersey City with you.”
“Yes, you are, Koukla. Be quiet now and let me drive, or else,” I warn her.
“Or else what?” she snaps.
“Or else I’ll find something to stick in that mouth to make you quiet.”
She squeaks and turns her head to face the road. I want to laugh, but I quickly realize I’m an idiot because now all I can picture is her on her knees with my dick in her mouth.
I adjust my hard as fuck cock in my pants and I step on the gas pedal.
It’s gonna be a very long ride.