Chapter 21
ANGEL
‘I’m yours,’ Roxy gasped.
‘Say it again, say you’re my wife,’ I growled in her ear.
My hand cupped her breast, fingers rolling her nipple, my other hand between my legs, flicking, squeezing, and rubbing her clit while my cock drove inside her. ‘Say it.’
‘I’m your wife,’ Roxy groaned.
Minutes ago, after the door closed on my fellow bandmates, out of my mind with rage, jealousy, and possessiveness, I prowled to her.
My pulse pounded like a sledgehammer, the image of that old bastard’s palm on her ass burning me.
Roxy stood from the white velvet sofa, blinking at my approach.
‘Honey,’ she breathed.
Without uttering a single damn word, I reached out, hooked my arm under her knees, threw her over my shoulder like a prize, and marched to my bedroom.
She let out a breathy gasp, her hands gripping my biceps as I kicked the door shut behind us with my heel.
I dumped her onto the king mattress, sinking one knee beside her.
‘You want this?’ I snarled.
She nodded.
‘How bad do you want it?’
‘So bad, Angel,’ she whispered into my jaw, her voice trembling with desire. ‘Make love to me.’
‘Fuck lovemaking, woman,’ I growled into her ear, my grip pinning her wrists above her head. ‘This is pure claiming.’
Bending over her, my hands went to her collar, ripping through the midnight-black silk of her gown until the seams shredded.
‘You’ll need to pay LLANO X for shredding their original design,’ Roxy murmured, her eyes alight with mischief and savage need.
‘Best money I’ll ever spend.’
I dipped, my teeth catching the sensitive skin of her collarbone.
My mouth crushed down on her lips, consuming her in a feral, bruising kiss.
Soon after, I was naked balls deep inside her.
Roxy arched her spine into my chest, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, feeding the fire tearing through my veins.
Nobody touches what’s mine, my mind roared, as her waist lifted to meet mine.
A soft groan slipped past her lips as my mouth devoured each inch of her exposed skin.
I pressed my face into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in her vanilla perfume while I drove into her with relentless strength.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her heat as we took ragged, synchronized gasps.
Every scar on my heart flamed away, all doubt in my brain turning to ash as we lost ourselves in the unforgiving rhythm of lovemaking.
My cock pulsed inside of her as her pussy clamped hard and I bucked, thrusting even faster.
With a cry, Roxy’s head went back, her hips arcing as she convulsed through a violent orgasm.
My hand on her clit went to her throat; my pelvis kept working, my other hand bracing me above her.
At one point I glanced down between her tits at where we joined, and the sight of me plunging in and out of her set me off.
I collapsed, face in her neck as bliss unimaginable hit me, shuddering as I sprayed my cum into her.
‘Fucckkkk,’ I growled, as her hand came to the back of my neck and pulled me into a sensuous kiss that only elevated my rapture.
Damn this woman.
I adored the sensation, the flavor of her, the beauty.
She was wilder, savager, than I’d ever known, and my highs with her were more than I’d ever experienced.
I remained slicking in and out of her for a long time before I lifted off, eased my cock out of her.
She moaned when I did, and I smirked as I twisted her around to her side and slid back into her from behind.
My arms and thighs went over her slick form.
I buried my nose in her neck, and my fingers trailed the skin of her tummy.
Then down to her pussy, stroking and pulling her clit as she shuddered in a series of mini orgasms.
‘Angel?’ she murmured as our breathing evened out.
‘Yes, baby, I’m a god on stage and in bed,’ I growled into her neck.
She stilled, then convulsed in a laugh as she got that I was joking.
‘Cocky bastard,’ she remarked with a chuckle.
She twisted her head to smile at me as my hand slid up her stomach, over her tits to stroke her jawline.
‘Honey?’
‘Mmmm?’
‘Thank you.’
‘For what?’ I muttered, dragging my thumb over her soft, swollen lips.
She nipped my skin and sucked her essence from my hand, as a jolt of electricity slammed straight down my spine.
‘Fuck, you’re exquisite,’ I rasped, my voice coarse and scraped bare by desire.
She bit her bottom lip, a rosy flush creeping over her cheeks under the moonlight.
‘Stop it with the sweet talk, Angel.’
‘Can’t help it,’ I growled. ‘You were saying?’
‘Thank you for crushing Senna’s hand on my ass.’
‘Anytime, babe,’ I smirked. ‘That bastard must have been unhinged to try it.’
‘I appreciate you for making me feel protected,’ she added with a soft smile. ‘And for bringing me to Cannes to bust my bubble about my former crush.’
‘My pleasure, wife.’
‘Seriously though,’ Roxy snickered, resting her chin against my sternum. ‘Does he really need that much jewelry, or is he just compensating for something else?’
A sudden burst of laughter shook my chest, a deep roar breaking through the quiet room.
I caught Roxy’s eyes on me, glowing with warmth, and my heart kicked hard.
I used to tangle with Evangeline’s chaos, thinking it exciting, but I realized this woman drove me wild yet made me feel safe at the same time.
Dipping my head, I pressed my mouth against her bare shoulder, breathing in her vanilla perfume and skin musk.
I reached over, pulling the duvet across our bodies before snapping off the bedside lamp.
I swept her hair off her nape, kissing her temple while hooking my thigh over hers, pinning her flush to me.
The post-sex quiet, the laughter, the intimacy of holding her close was heaven.
Yeah, I could do this for life.
ROXY
The morning Mediterranean sun flooded our balcony, painting the turquoise bay in blinding gold as the scent of fresh croissants and sea salt filled the air.
Angel and I stretched out on our suite’s wicker lounge chair.
I lay draped over him in one of his white cotton button-down shirts while he wore only black shorts.
‘If I don’t eat right now I’ll take a bite of you,’ I teased, leaning down to press a slow, syrup-sweet kiss against his collarbone. ‘I’m ravenous.’
For good reason; we must have made love three times since last night.
Angel’s calloused hand slid up my bare thigh, his thumb tracing small circles over my skin as a chuckle vibrated in his chest.
‘Then nibble away, babe,’ he rumbled, hooking two fingers under my chin to pull my lips back down to his for a deeper, lazy lip meld. ‘Thought I was the freaky one, when all along it was you.’
I blushed as I remembered how wild I got in bed, changing positions, bossing him, and bringing him to bliss with my mouth on his cock.
‘Was that me? Must have been some other floozy.’
He chuckled into my nape.
It took a hella lot to untangle myself and reach for the food on the coffee table in front of us.
We devoured fresh strawberries and flaky pastries between kisses, spilling crumbs across the cushions while laughing like two teenagers sneaking around.
Eventually, Angel checked his watch with a frustrated sigh, lifting me off his lap so he could stand up and stretch his tall, muscled frame.
‘I’ve an interview plus a label exec lunch about our possible new orchestral album to talk concept,’ he groused, running a hand through his hair.
Before heading toward the bathroom, he cupped the back of my neck and delivered a panty-melting kiss that left my head spinning and my knees weak.
Over the next three days, Angel and I fell into an effortless rhythm, making wild love over and over, insatiable, unable to get enough of each other.
In public, we held hands and traded quiet kisses, arms all over each other.
The band hooted and whistled whenever Angel pulled me into his lap at dinner one night, but their wide grins proved they loved seeing their once-jilted frontman at peace.
While Six Sinners handled their publicity and business meetings, Sofia and I explored Cannes.
We spent a bright afternoon exploring the winding, cobblestone alleys of Le Suquet, the medieval old town overlooking the sparkling harbor.
We browsed luxury boutiques along the Boulevard de la Croisette, buying designer sunglasses and silk scarves before heading down to the beach for lunch.
We settled at a seaside bistro, digging into bowls of bouillabaisse packed with red mullet, saffron broth, and garlic crostini.
Sofia leaned across the table, dipping a crusty piece of baguette into her bouillon while eyeing me with a warm grin.
‘You and Angel are glowing, Roxy,’ Sofia said, taking a sip of crisp rosé. ‘You’re burning up every room you walk into together.’
‘It feels so wild it’s terrifying,’ I confessed, tracing the rim of my wine glass. ‘Part of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.’
‘Don’t let past scars ruin your present,’ Sofia urged, reaching out to squeeze my hand. ‘Angel deserves a woman who cares for him, especially after -.’
Her voice trailed off as she paused, and I could tell she was not keen to badmouth my sister to me.
‘After she who shall not be named?’ I quipped, eyebrow raised.
Sofia rolled her eyes, a sharp chuckle escaping her lips.
‘You never liked her, did you?’ I said. ‘Well, neither did I. She did me wrong many times, so much that I lost all love for her. It’s strange that we now have this hot passion for one another after years of Angel’s eyes only on her, but it feels right somehow.’
‘Good for you,’ Sofia said, smiling. ‘Keep stoking that fire, babe, because he’s head over heels for you.’
Later, Angel and I headed to a private seaside restaurant for a romantic dinner over seafood and champagne.
When we returned to the hotel, he pulled me into our room, locked the door, and peeled off my dress.
He claimed every inch of my body, his mouth hot on my neck while his hands pinned my hips to the mattress.
We moved together in a fierce, breathless rhythm, losing ourselves in our savage need until our ragged gasps filled the room long into the night.
I couldn’t get enough; hell, I’d waited years for this kind of bliss.
It felt freakin’ amazing, and I slept in his arms, content, because with him I had all I ever dreamed of.