36. Angel
Chapter thirty-six
Angel
I can’t rid the image of my identical twin fucking Snow from my mind, and as I sneak down the hallway to her room in Prince’s very own wing, slinking into her bedroom—unlocked, per my orders—it is to find her sleeping.
Snow didn’t run away in the end. And I didn’t have to hunt her down like I promised Prince.
Because Snow, she stayed in the end.
She decided to stay with the seven monsters who captured and imprisoned her, even though she had a way to escape. Maybe she is made of tougher stuff after all.
Turns out, she’s not such a delicate, sheltered princess.
She sleeps soundly, a far cry from the cowering girl Saint and I first brought back to the compound.
I watch her from the shadows as she lies with her eyes closed, chest gently rising and falling as she dreams peaceful dreams.
Hopefully, dreams about me…
Well, maybe not. In that case, she would be having a nightmare.
I’m the Angel of Death. A monster who flies on invisible wings.
No girl would dream about me. Least of all one like Snow.
Saint got the looks, even though we’re pretty much identical. Even before I lost my eye, girls gravitated to him.
Yet, they were always afraid of me.
It was as if they could sense the maniac lurking beneath the blonde, pretty facade.
I only look like a magical fae prince on the outside …
But inside, I’m a demon.
One from the darkest depths of hell.
Snow makes a sweet sound in her sleep, and as she stretches, falling back into a lax position, my heart pounds.
Damn. I want her…
But I can’t have her.
Because I would ruin her. Taint that perfect, creamy skin with my dark soul.
The best I can hope for is watching her from a crack in a bedroom door.
The way she had watched me every time my brother made her come. The way her soft brown eyes zoned out when she crested her wave…
It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever gotten to witness.
My dick hardens as I remember how she came for my brother, how she came for me , and I start to slink away.
Best I leave before the monster breaches the surface and terrifies her.
I may know very little about women, but I do know that a lot of them don’t take kindly to a one-eyed creep wanking off as they sleep.
No, I will wank in the shower, like I always do.
While I think about all the things I would do to her with my knife …
“Angel?”
My heart freezes at the sound of that dulcet voice, and then I angle my head, finding her in the corner of my eye.
She’s rubbing her eyes, looking as innocent as a baby doe, and this was a mistake.
Now she will be scared of me for sure.
Finally, she opens her eyes to their fullest, and I get a glimpse of those dark eyes when she flicks the bedside lamp on.
My voice is almost inaudible when I ask. “How did you know it was me?”
From the back, I could easily pass off as Saint.
A small smile graces her lips as she still wipes the grit from her eyes. “Because Saint is too much of a gentleman to sneak into my room and watch me sleep.”
A tight smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “And yet, you’re not afraid…”
She shrugs. “No, I’m not.”
Silence trickles between us, and I’m torn between leaving and returning to her bedside.
But I have overstayed my welcome.
It was bad enough I watched her bathe the other week.
Despite that, she still looks me in the eye and comes for me.
And she comes so prettily, too.
She reaches out a hand. “Come back.”
My heart thumps, and then my eye darts to the door, back and forth.
Shit. What do I do?
If only she knew what I was just thinking about doing with my knife, she would scream for sure.
Then, my brothers would have to lock me in the prison block.
Men like me should be locked away.
“It’s okay, Angel. I am inviting you to my bed.”
When was the last time a girl willingly let me in her bed?
Never.
Then she does something that would bring any man to his knees, even one as twisted as me.
She bites her lip, dipping her head so her eyes look even bigger than normal, and who could say no to that face?
“Please?”
Acquiescing at last, I creep back to her bed like a shadow, too afraid to make a sudden movement in fear of frightening her.
She trusts me, so I can’t mess this up.
When I reach her bedside, she stretches her arm out, reaching for my hand.
When I take her hand, my heart jolts when she threads her soft fingers with mine.
Mine, however, are callused from wielding knives for most of my life.
What as I… nine , when I got my first knife?
She tugs me to the bed, helping me settle down on top of her comforter, and I have no idea what to do with my arms and legs.
So, I just stretch my legs out in front of me and cross my arms over my chest, staring straight ahead.
Well, this is weird.
Just sitting in a girl’s bed, doing… nothing.
She lies down next to me, snuggling close, and my body stiffens as she gets too comfortable with me.
Where is the catch? When will she finally freak out?
“What are you thinking?” she whispers.
My heart skips as I inhale a breath. “I’m… it’s not important.”
She raises her head from her pillow. “No, it is. I want to know what thoughts are running around in that beautiful head of yours, Angel.”
Beautiful? That’s where she’s mistaken.
I’m ugly.
“So, tell me.”
I suck in a breath. “If I told you, you’d be screaming for Saint to come and rescue you.”
“No, I won’t. I can handle it, Angel.”
Fuck. The way she says my name…
She almost makes me feel like a real angel.
And one of the good ones, too.
“Tell me…”
Her whisper is almost a plea, and it goes straight to my cock.
I heave a breath. “Fine… I want to tie you up to this bed with rope and stick my knife in you. There.”
I said it.
What a load off my chest.
Now, the screaming will ensue, I’m sure.
Snow pauses, and any moment, her sweet whispers will turn into hoarse, tortured screams.
“Oh.”
Oh?
For the first time since she invited me to her bed, I turn her way. “You’re not afraid…”
She thinks on it. “No.”
My eye flares. “You should be… I’m a maniac , Snow.”
A small smirk crosses her lips. “Oh, I know…”
My heart thuds.
She knows…
Now all I can do is stare at her, bewildered.
When she shuffles closer, running the pad of her finger over my cheekbone, my heart stops.
All the breath leaves my lungs.
She’s touching me—the animal that just told her his most wicked, wanton fantasies.
I’ve almost killed some of my past lovers.
Her finger reaches the band of my eyepatch, and I grip her hand. “Snow…”
But she insists. “May I?”
She wants to see beneath the eyepatch. Why?
“It’s not pretty.”
Snow shrugs. “No, but I know why you lost your eye. You were defending Casper.”
I was.
Some fucker aimed for my shy baby brother who likes to sing with his dirty knife. So, I took the brunt of that bastard’s blade, then plunged my own deep in his chest.
His gurgling sounds still make me smile when I sleep at night.
“So, as far as I’m concerned, your missing eye marks you as a hero.”
A hero…
She really is mistaken.
We are not the good guys.
She runs her finger along the band of my eyepatch again. “So, may I see?”
I close my eye. Then hesitantly, I reach up, tugging the eyepatch off.
Her breath stutters when she sees the monstrosity beneath, and this was a mistake.
I should leave.
But when she reaches her finger across to touch the empty eye socket, I freeze.
But it’s sadness that takes over her voice, rather than disgust. “Did it hurt?”
I meet her eyes. “Yeah.”
She smiles sadly. “But if you hadn’t stepped in, Casper would be dead.”
“Probably.”
A world without Casper… I can’t even fathom it.
He’s the best of us.
My eye was a sacrifice I was willing to pay.
Snow takes my cheeks in her hands, turning me to face her, and now her eyes track up and down my face, marking every abominable feature.
All she has to do is look at Saint to know what I looked like before.
Yet, she still brushes her hand over my missing eye, and something washes over me.
It makes my heart feel too big for my chest, and I find it hard to swallow.
What is she doing to me?
Carefully, she leans across to plant a kiss on the missing eye, and my heart can no longer take it.
Then she kisses down my face and stops at my lips. “Angel, I want you…”
My eye closes as all I can focus on is her.
“Tie me to the bed.”
Now my eye pops wide open. “What?”
She grips my face again, breathing against my mouth. “Tie me to the bed. Stick your knife in me…”
I’m too frozen to move.
“Please…” she whispers.
My eye shutters, and before I come to my senses, I push her down onto the bed, crushing her mouth with my lips.
My kisses are far from gentle, unlike hers, yet she still opens her lips for me and invites me inside, and now I feel the inside of her mouth, running my tongue along her teeth as I get my taste of her at last.
Better than I imagined, and now the beast has woken as he sinks his teeth into her lower lip, making her moan.
The sound spurs him on, and now he fumbles inside his coat’s pockets, yanking out two black ropes.
Yeah, I carry rope wherever I go.
How else am I supposed to apprehend my enemies?
We all have our vices.
Snow arches her spine when I grab her wrist, tying it to the metal railing of her bed. When I take her other, securing it in place with more rope, her chest is heaving, leaving little to the imagination under that thin black camisole as her nipples protrude through the silk.
She’s turned on, and it only turns me on as she’s finally helpless.
Completely and utterly at my mercy…
The way I like it best.
“Angel…” she gasps, and I love it when she breathes my name like that.
Almost sounds like she’s begging.
Maybe I can finally be one of the good angels as I give her what she so obviously craves, and when I produce a shiny knife, her eyes widen.
Her face pales, and any moment, I expect her to scream for help.
But she closes her eyes, throws her head back, then pushes up her chest.
Those full breasts tease me behind that offensive black material again. It’s coming off.
She yelps when I tear the knife through the camisole, ripping it right down the center of her chest and all the way to her navel.
The garment falls apart, and now I get my fill of those creamy breasts.
Sweat shines on her chest, dripping down the valley of her peaked nipples, and I lean my head forward, licking the droplets from her skin.
She gasps, pushing her chest toward my tongue, and now I trail my mouth to her right breast, wrapping my teeth around her pebbled nipple.
I bite, suck, then bite again, and she whines helplessly.
When I grab her other breast, yanking and tugging on her taut nipple, she moans, and I’m shocked none of the others come to investigate.
She’s gasping for air, her breaths coming in quick bursts as I keep sucking and pulling at her breasts.
Now I move down her body, slipping my tongue into her belly button until I reach the apex of her thighs.
My eye glints as I lift the knife, and there I spy my depraved reflection gazing back at me inside the blade.
I’m a monster through and through.
Yet, she still wants me to stick my knife in her…
So, I flip my blade around, grabbing it by the tip, and her eyes settle on me.
Her heart pounds so fast, I think I can see it beneath her ribcage, yet she still wants me regardless.
Still wants me to do deplorable things to her body and taint her.
I run my fingers over her pussy, gathering up a generous amount of pre-cum, and she gasps at my touch.
Then, I run it up and down the handle of my blade, pressing it to her opening.
My blade slides in effortlessly at first on account of how wet she is, but the further I plunge, the harder it gets.
She’s still so tight.
I was there when Saint took her maidenhood, so I will be as gentle as I can.
That’s a first.
Normally, I’d be ravishing her pussy with the blade by now.
“It’s okay, Snow. Just one more thrust.”
She opens her sweet eyes, licking her lips, then sighs, relaxing completely.
The knife slips in an extra few inches, and her cries echo through the room and beyond.
My knife is wholly inside her now.
Only the blade sticks out of her pussy now, and when I yank on the metal, tugging it slightly, she shudders.
“A-Angel…”
That was definitely a plea that time, and a smirk stretches my lips when I meet her eyes. The anticipation dances inside hers.
“Ready, Snow?”
She nods, closing her eyes.
With a high-pitched giggle, one befitting a psychotic circus clown, I thrust my knife in deep, fucking her with my knife.
My soul comes to life as she writhes for me.
My little Snow.
Turns out she’s just as much as a maniac as me after all.