8. Angel
Chapter eight
Angel
My heart pounds like it never has before as her wonderful scent fills my nose, filling me with pure ecstasy.
I resist every urge to run back down the hall and fuck her against the wall, and now my dick is erect as a result of my foolishness.
I wasn’t supposed to get so close, but it was so hard to resist.
Damn. Those big doe eyes. So sweet, so brown, I could gaze into them forever.
I could tell that I unnerved her, but I have a hard time expressing myself. I am just not good around people. Period.
It's a good thing I have Saint, but right now, I don’t think even he could help me. He always knows when the abyss has me gripped in its cold talons.
But it wasn’t just insanity and an insatiable lust to kill that took over my mind. It was something more… something alien …
Fuck. My dick is so hard right now, I need to stop for a moment.
It's better than rushing back down the hall and stuffing my cock into her mouth.
Yes, this is for the best.
I can’t get attached to Prince’s little plaything now. My cousin has plenty of plans for that sweet doe-eyed creature, and I doubt any of them involve getting his cock wet inside her pussy.
Oh, no. No, indeed…
None of us will be allowed to put our dicks in any of her holes.
He will lay down the law and ensure we follow through. He’s the don of our family, and we are bound by duty to follow him.
Still, that doesn’t mean that I don’t get to have my fun with her in my fantasies.
I have a wild imagination, after all.
Before I reach the top of the stairs, I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes as I unzip my pants.
I picture her full, red mouth closing around the tip of my hard cock as I fist myself, working my way to a climax.
Prince will be home soon.
And he will demand a family meeting upon his return.
I can’t return to my brothers and cousins with this raging hard-on. I have to blow off some steam.
When I imagine filling her mouth with my hot cum, I finally explode.
I make a mess on the wall opposite, but I’ll act none the wiser when Saint asks.
We’re the only ones who come down here. And Prince, too.
No doubt he will want to see his new prize.
Fuck. I am not satisfied at all. While my erection has gone, I am still eager for more.
She’s just down the hall. One fuck wouldn’t hurt, right?
I saw how she looked at me. The girl liked what she saw…
If only she realized that beneath this fair facade is a raving lunatic. One who can’t stop thinking about putting his cock inside her little mouth.
Her lips may have been full, but she still had a small mouth.
Everything about her is itty bitty.
In other words, adorable.
While we, on the other hand, are all larger than life. Even the bashful Casper is a secret lunatic.
She really isn’t safe with any of us. But I saw the regret in my twin’s eyes when we brought her back to the compound.
He was hesitant, and so was I.
We didn’t want to bring her back because we knew what Prince would do to her.
And Moth was torn apart the other night, drinking himself into a mindless stupor. I feel pretty sure he was harboring regrets, too?
It's easier for him; he has yet to lay eyes on her.
It was easy before when she was just a faceless stranger.
But now, she’s real. And I can’t rid her big doe eyes from my mind.
Like the color of sweet chocolate.
I could drown in those pools of chocolate.
The door opens at the top of the stairs, and now I peer into the identical blue eyes of my twin.
Well, almost identical, since Saint still has two of his eyes.
He hikes up a pale eyebrow. “Angel?”
I suck in a breath, reaching up to massage an oncoming migraine.
Saint doesn’t need to ask. We’re almost in tune. He always knows what’s on my mind, and right now, he knows exactly what is bothering me.
He saw it before after I drugged her with the chloroform.
Snow has gotten under my skin.
Saint steps down the stairs, gazing at the wall in front of me. There’s no missing my cum as it drips from the stone. I bet it’s still warm.
I had been imagining her mouth the whole time I blew that load, and this is going to be hard.
Snow White is pure temptation. I am going to have a hard time keeping away.
Saint sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Come on. Prince just arrived. He’s expecting us.”
I close my eyes, leaning my head back on the wall, and he gives me a moment to compose myself.
Finally, I meet his eyes and nod, then follow him up the stairs.
Time to return to normality.
Though nothing will ever be quite normal again.
Not with Snow around.
The others are all waiting for us on the leather couches the moment we step into the living quarters of our mansion.
It's a communal area we all share, but we each have our own wing.
All seven of us.
Prince is drinking two fingers of scotch as he gazes into the flames of the hearth, a dark, brooding expression on his face. I bet he is already imagining all the ways he is going to make her suffer.
My cousins and brothers saved a spot for the two of us, and now we take our seats as I gaze around the room.
We’re all accounted for.
My brothers, Knight and Casper, nod at me, and I don’t fail to see the look of concern on Knight’s face.
He's the family doctor, but sometimes, he acts like our family shrink, too.
He knows something is up with me. Saint hides it better, but that could be because I still have her scent all over me.
She smells of sweet things, like fresh snow, pine trees, cherries, and it’s all too much.
My cousin Hunter gives me the thumbs up, and they say ignorance really is bliss. He’s by far the dumbest in the family, and it hurts sometimes to watch, but he’s definitely my favorite cousin.
His brothers are rather miserable, so I will take the dope any day.
My gaze falls on Moth next, and he looks worse than I do.
I take a moment to study him. There are dark circles under his eyes, and he reeks of whiskey.
Still on the drink, I see.
Which is shocking, since he rarely touched the stuff, but he’s been down since that traitor informed us of King Leroy’s secret heir.
The one currently sleeping in the prison block.
Hopefully, Snow is the ace up in our sleeve.
Regina would do anything to get her stepdaughter back. The child of her late husband.
When I think about it, though. It’s in that woman’s best interests if Snow were gone. That way, she would inherit it all.
She would have no opposition.
Still, we must work with what we’ve got. We have something of hers, and we can threaten her now.
Send her a finger each week to get the message across.
I just don’t want to be the one who cuts off Snow’s fingers.
One of us will have to, and I wonder then who will be the one to get their hands dirty with her blood.
I’m still gazing at Moth by the time he looks up and meets my eye, and my own widen then.
I think I see now…
He knows. I don’t know how, but my grumpy cousin has set sights on her before.
Moth quickly looks the other way, but I already have my eye on him now. I’ll get to the bottom of it soon.
I guess I now know why he has taken to drink.
Prince turns at last, drowning the last of his tumbler. Then he places it on the dark wood mantle behind him and takes a moment.
We all wait for him to speak.
“As you all know, Saint and Angel managed to capture the late King Leroy’s daughter. The sole heir of our enemy.”
None of us reply.
Even Hunter doesn’t look so blissfully ignorant anymore, and Knight, for once, doesn’t smile.
He’s never not happy, but I guess this is a somber time for us all.
We should be rejoicing. But the fact remains…
We have taken an innocent girl hostage.
She was sheltered. Probably has no idea what this world is really all about.
I bet she thought her Daddy was just a simple businessman, not one who traded in blood.
That makes her even more ignorant than Hunter.
“Why the long faces, brothers? This is a time to rejoice. That woman’s father destroyed our families,” Prince points out.
He did. But that doesn’t mean we have to take out our anger on Snow.
She’s good. I can always tell.
It's all in the eyes.
Prince scoffs, reaching up to loosen his tie, and I only notice then how disheveled he looks.
He's always wearing tailored suits and never has a hair out of place.
But right now, he’s a mess.
Well, a mess for him. Moth takes top spot there, while I’m a close second.
“One night. That’s what we give her before we drag her into hell.”
Prince’s mind is set.
He plans to make her suffer for everything her father did, and I’m almost tempted to stop him.
But we are bound by duty.
If it’s what Prince wants, so be it.
Prince wipes down his suit before he departs. His gaze lingers on me for a while, but when he finds Moth, he’s pissed.
Moth doesn’t meet his eyes.
Finally, our don exits for his own wing. “You are all dismissed. I expect you all to be cooperative when it comes to avenging our late fathers, brothers.”
He always calls us brothers when addressing us. Even though I, Saint, Knight, and Casper are his cousins.
Honestly, I see him as a brother, too. The same with Hunter and Moth.
But right now, I’m not so sure how to view him.
In the end, he is the biggest monster of us all.
And we would all be wise to do as he pleases.
Or there will be consequences to pay.
The fallout wouldn’t be worth it. These six men are all I have. And I would hate for something to come between us.
Least of all that sweet, doe-eyed creature.
It seems we all have our work cut out for us. I suppose it’s time we all put on our monster masks, regardless of how little we want to.
Snow is our enemy. Nothing more.
Time to avenge our fathers.