Chapter 20 Angel
Angel
The party wound down until the guests eventually filed out, one by one, leaving the mansion empty once more. The only people left were my father, Gaven, myself, and Jackie. The last of whom had gone to bed long before, and now, my father was following.
"Come," Gaven said, holding out a hand as we left the reception area. "You must be tired."
I was exhausted but, at the same time, keyed up.
Tonight was a night like none before, and it was my wedding night.
I was not so tired that I forgot what that meant.
My virginity might be gone. The memory of his fist moving inside of me as he fucked my pussy and strummed my clit made my insides clench in anticipation for tonight.
As he led me up the staircase to a bedroom, one that was not my childhood room, the fluttering of my anxiety crept back into my mind.
In one of the guest suites my father kept for friends, Gaven quietly shut the door and turned to me.
In the dark, dimly lit room, his eyes scoured my body.
I was flushed, as if I'd had too many glasses of champagne—champagne that I had certainly had my fair share of.
I honestly could have gone for a whole new bottle at this moment too.
I had done it—I’d married Gaven Belmonte. I was now his wife. His property. I could only hope that, given time, he and I could learn to be something other than two souls fighting for dominance.
"You looked exquisite tonight." Gaven's low voice was gruff and electrifying.
I inhaled sharply. "Thank you.”
He took one step forward, and I jerked my gaze up to his.
Another step and another and another until he stood right before me.
With the backs of my legs pressed to the four-poster bed, I felt the heat of him against my front.
Goosebumps rose along the bare skin of my shoulders and neck, and my eyelids lowered until I saw nothing and only felt the way Gaven's chest brushed against mine.
“So…” I swallowed roughly. “What does this mean now?” I asked.
He chuckled. A masculine hand lifted and drifted halfway down my arm before circling to my back.
“What does it mean?” he repeated my question before shaking his head.
Gaven's lips touched my neck, and I gasped, tilting my head automatically as his kiss moved to the thrumming pulse of my throat once more.
“It means you’re mine, Angel.”
“And you?” I prompted him, pressing for more. I was curious. “Does that mean you’re mine too?” It was a daring question. What mobster would ever allow himself to be claimed?
His fingers latched onto the first button and began to undo it.
Less than halfway down, however, I could sense his mounting frustration.
I found myself smiling. Maybe he was a tormentor, but I liked to give back a little torture of my own, even if it was only in small doses.
“Yes,” he answered, and with a grunt, he gripped the sides of the back of my dress and ripped them clean apart.
I gasped. “I’m yours, wife,” he continued.
“I am not a man who needs outside entertainment. I can assure you that as soon as you have my heir, you will be allowed more freedom.”
“What kind…” I began breathily as cool, fresh air touched my naked back. “What kind of freedom?”
“You want to go to college?” It was the carrot dangled in front of the horse.
“You’ll let me?” I asked.
“I would give my Angel anything she desires,” Gaven replied as his hand moved further and further down my back, parting the fabric.
He didn't stop—not until the dress was gaping open and the sleeves fell over my arms. Then it slid down my body and pooled on the floor, and I was left naked save for the silky and lacy white lingerie accompanying my wedding ensemble.
“Anything I desire…” That sounded far too good to be true coming from a man like him.
“You give me what I want,” Gaven replied, his eyes locked on my form, “and I will ensure you get something you want.”
A breath of air puffed over my face. I slid my gaze upward. Gaven's attention was locked on my naked breasts. On the soft skin of my stomach, and then he dragged his focus lower. To the triangle of fabric between my legs.
Why the hell was I so nervous? He'd already seen me there.
He had touched me there. Licked me. Shoved his fist into my pussy.
Brought me to a screaming orgasm, and it was my hope that he would do it all over again before the night was done.
If I was going to get anything out of this marriage, if I was going to be forced to bear his child, then the least he could do was make the act pleasurable.
When he didn’t move, though, I found my hands drifting up to the buttons lining his chest. I undid the first one and moved to the second. I was halfway down the shirt when he seemed to realize what I was doing.
“Angel…” His voice was rough, as if he was struggling to speak.
“Like you said…” I swept my hands down the front of his shirt. “We’re married now, and you want something from me. We might as well get to it, don’t you think? Why don’t you kiss me?”
“I’m going to do so much more than kiss you, darling,” he said, his eyes turning hard as he reached up and jerked the bottom of his shirt out from where it was tucked into the top of his slacks.
A flush rose against my skin—heat licking across every inch of me.
Gaven dragged his suit coat off and then quickly pushed my hands aside to finish unbuttoning his shirt as well.
The fabric parted, revealing his broad, muscled, and scarred chest.
My hands hovered over his skin. With an amused chuckle, Gaven pulled my palms toward him. “You can touch me, love,” he said. “You’re allowed to touch your husband.”
My husband. The words were foreign but no less true.
This was reality. This had really happened.
I was eighteen, and I was married—to a man I hardly knew.
To a man eighteen years my senior. Right now, that didn’t seem to matter so much.
Not even when he left my hands on his skin and reached beneath my wrists to unbutton the top of his slacks.
His eyes never left mine as he unzipped and freed himself, letting his pants fall to the floor to join my dress.
“There are some things you should know, Angel,” he said as my eyes descended to his thick length, jutting out from between his legs.
I’d seen it before, of course. I’d had my lips wrapped around that monstrous cock of his.
Although right now, I felt a little faint knowing it was about to go somewhere other than beyond my lips.
I shouldn’t have been nervous. After all, he’d already done far worse, but this felt …
different. Almost like crossing the point of no return.
“What kind of things?” I asked.
“I like my sex a little … different,” he answered, capturing my wrists once more. I knew that as much. He’d already proved to me just how vile he was. This came as no shock. Gaven pushed me back onto the bed, and I gasped as I fell back onto the mattress.
“Different, how?” I demanded still, my eyes widening as he climbed over me, spreading my legs as he shoved me up the bed.
“I’m sure you’ve sensed it, darling,” he replied.
“I like control. I’m going to do things to you, Angel, that no other man has ever done to you.
That no other man ever will.” His lips parted as he stared at me.
My nipples tightened under the heat of his gaze.
“You’re my wife, Angel, and as such, you’ll be subject to my interests. ”
“What if I don’t like it?” Gaven’s gaze darted back to my face, and he gently pressed my hands up as he leaned over me, caging me against the bed.
“You’ll like it, love,” he said, his words a promise.
“Your body was made to enjoy what I plan to do to you. I’m going to dominate you.
I’m going to spread your legs and feast on your pretty pussy as I did earlier.
I’m going to devour you, suck you down, force you to bend to my will, and when I’ve had my fill of you at home, I’m going to take you to some clubs. ”
A haze descended over me. “Clubs?”
Gaven chuckled, and with how close he was, the sound reverberated through my body.
My thighs tightened, my pussy pulsing at the low noise.
I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from moaning and arching up.
I wanted—no, needed—his touch. I craved it.
All that had happened. I’d done this—I’d given in and married him.
Didn’t I at least deserve some of that pleasure he’d shown me before?
When I finally looked up and met his eyes, I realized all of my new husband’s attention had fallen to my mouth. “Later,” he grunted. “Much … later.”
His head fell, his mouth meeting mine. And just like he’d promised, Gaven Belmonte devoured me.
I could feel his hot, hard length pressed against my stomach as he arched over me, grinding down as his hands held mine in captivity.
Gaven’s tongue dove past my lips, slipping against mine, rubbing insistently.
I shuddered under him, relishing the headiness of his kiss.
I felt as though I were falling backward, just before my body would hit the ground, and I was …
limitless—floating on the bed under him.
“Angel…” His mouth dragged away from mine, and I couldn’t help but lean into him, needing more as his hands moved south. He stripped my thong away, leaving on the heels I’d worn to the ceremony as well as the stockings. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”
I gasped when he nipped the skin of my belly and spread my thighs farther apart before dipping down and licking a path through my wet pussy.
A groan rumbled out of him, and my head bowed against the pillows and comforter against my spine as he sank back and lifted my legs, each one over his shoulders, pressing his lips against me in the most intimate of ways—just like he’d done earlier.
Stars danced in front of my eyes as I gasped and moaned, but just as the crest of pleasure almost overcame me, he pulled away.
“No,” I groaned in disappointment, receiving an amused chuckle from him in return.
“Don’t worry, dear wife,” he said. “You’ll get yours soon enough, but first, we need to consummate our marriage—don’t you think?”
The mention of our consummation made me stiffen. It shouldn’t have, yet it did. This is really happening. The thought took my already gasping breath away, but I nodded, unable to speak through my lust-filled haze.
Gaven’s hand dipped down. My back arched as he delved between my folds and his fingers came away soaked. He looked from where he held up the digits, glistening in the low light coming from the window, to me. “So wet for me, love,” he said, sounding smug.
I sucked in a ragged gasp of air, and before I could think of something that would have me denying the wanton desire I held for him, I nodded. “It’s just a physical reaction,” I muttered, embarrassed.
Folding over me, he braced himself on the bed on either side of my head. “Keep telling yourself that, Angel, and maybe someday you’ll believe it.”
Dizziness assailed me. I bit down on my lower lip as his thighs and hips pushed my legs outward a little more.
Goosebumps pebbled over my skin in anticipation.
A moan left me as his cock slid against my slick skin, parting my folds with each pass—rubbing over my clit and back down to my entrance as he fisted himself and directed the hot, hard length of him to where I knew I wanted him to take me.
My body was tight, so tight that I thought I would shatter under him before he even pushed in, but I forced my eyes open.
Gaven pressed forward, pumping his hips as he inched into me a little bit at a time.
I squirmed, feeling heated. It wasn’t enough.
His hands gripped my hips and held me still, and then, with his eyes centered on mine, he shoved his cock in, right to the hilt.
My lips parted with a gasp as he stretched me open.
I ached, but it wasn’t in a bad way. No.
Instead, it felt like every nerve ending within me had been lit on fire.
I panted as my back smoothed out against the mattress.
Everything Gaven had promised—the pain, the pleasure, the desire—was there.
Inside of me. It raged out of control, and I felt nothing but a blinding need.
Why wasn’t he moving? “Please,” I whimpered when he still hadn’t moved.
“Please what, Angel?” Gaven tilted his head to the side and gazed down at me, a smirk playing on his lips.
Oh, but he’s a wicked man. I could feel the tension in his body, his muscles rippling as he held steady.
He wanted to let go, but despite the things Jackie had said he would do, he didn’t take me.
He didn’t hurt me. He simply held completely still above me, but that, I found, was worse.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, rolling my hips as I reached up and grabbed ahold of his forearms. “Move,” I said. “Do something.”
With a deep, masculine chuckle that reverberated through his chest and against mine, he did.
Gaven pulled back until he was almost entirely out of me, and then, in a fast movement, he thrust back inside.
Fireworks danced behind my eyes as I squeezed them shut.
My breath shuddered in and out of my chest as he began to pump in harder movements.
“Open,” he growled. My eyelids shot up once more. “There you are,” he said. “Keep looking at me.”
I did. I found myself captured by not just his hands, but by his gaze as well.
He thrust his cock into my pussy relentlessly, ruthlessly.
My back arched, and I moaned as I pressed my breasts up into his chest. My hardened nipples skated against the skin of his pecs.
I ground my teeth as his hands began to move downward once more.
Gaven’s fingers slipped through my folds again, and my eyes widened.
I could feel him—his cock driving in and out of me, brushing against the pads of his own fingers as he reached for my clit.
What the hell is he doing? I wondered, but I didn’t need to wonder for long.
Before I knew it, he was latching on to that little bundle of nerves between my legs, and on the next inward thrust, he pushed in all the way to the hilt and pinched down.
I screamed as he groaned and released inside of me.
The heat of his cum filling me up sent me over the edge.
It was more terrifying than anything I’d ever experienced before.
I was consumed. My body shook. My back bowed.
My limbs trembled. Yet, still, when my lips parted and something coherent came out—it was his name that I screamed.
Only his name.