23. Chapter 23
I t had been over two weeks since Angel came back as a bloodied mess after doing a job for me.
I’d hurt him. It was my fault, but we talked about it a lot since then because I was feeling really bad.
He made it clear that he would’ve done it whether I paid him or not because I was his.
I still smiled at his words. He loved me.
While he never said the words, I felt them.
I’d never been loved before and never wanted it to go away.
I’d do anything to keep it. My mother probably loved me.
She said she did, but I didn’t love her. Maybe one day I would.
During those two weeks, as Angel recovered, we spent every day at the District.
He wanted me to train hard for what was to come, just in case.
He had stirred up a hornet’s nest, killing those Russians who had hurt me.
So, he backed off for a while to study his next targets.
While he did that, I worked with Maverick, Khai, and Easton, practicing how to fight, work on my bow, and fire a gun.
Every day, for hours and hours, we’d train, and I’d come home too exhausted to do much else but lay on the couch with Cleo and watch TV or play on my phone.
Because of his injuries and my tired and sore body, we hadn’t done anything sexual since that day in the shower, and I missed him. It was making me grumpy.
It was early morning as I lay on the couch when Angel came in, sipping his coffee.
“We need to do some sparring today,” he said.
“I don’t want to.”
“You need to keep working, Sunshine. I need you prepared in case something happens and I’m not here.”
“I’m tired.”
“This is what you asked for. This is what you’re paying me for. You wanted to get stronger, and you are, but you can’t stop training. I never stop training.”
“All my muscles hurt. All we do is train, train, train.”
I hated to sound so whiny, but we’d been working so hard, and I needed a break, and I wanted my angel to claim me.
He sighed and sat on the couch, lifting my legs and putting them on his lap. “You’re going to see your mother later today. She’s going to take you shopping like you wanted.”
“Big whooping deal. I want to do something with you… other than train.”
“Spell it out for me, Sunshine. What do you want to do with me?”
The gleam in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I meant. I tossed a pillow at his head, but he quickly blocked it while trying not to slosh his coffee.
“You know what!”
He put his mug on the table and climbed on top of me, shoving my back onto the cushions. “Say it. Say how much you want me. Do you want me to suck your gorgeous cock dry? Or do you want me to fill you until you cry out for me?”
I reached for his face and trailed a finger along his cheek down to his stubbled jaw and over his bottom lip. “That last one. I miss you inside me.”
“I still don’t understand it, but I’ll give it to you. Tell you what. Let’s spend an hour sparring, and then I’ll fuck you right there on the mats. But only if you do your best. I want to see you trying your hardest.”
“Yes!” I bit my lip and nodded.
A ngel stood in front of me on the mats in his basement.
We didn’t have as much room as we did at The District, but we made do.
He was shirtless and muscular and beautiful, but I couldn’t be distracted.
I was shirtless, too, now that I had more definition in my body and wasn’t so embarrassed about my protruding bones.
I looked and felt stronger like I could take on the world sometimes, but I was still no match for Angel. He promised it would take more time.
“I want you to work hard and fast. Come at me.”
Thanks to him and his family, I got better at training. But Angel was faster. Always faster. He had years and years of training, whereas I only had a couple of months. But I managed to block several hits and kicks while getting in a couple of punches.
At one point, he put me in a headlock, and I froze for a second before I remembered not to panic and relax my entire body.
I dropped, forcing Angel to compensate, and then I elbowed back toward his penis.
He blocked me, thank goodness. I didn’t want to actually hurt him down there.
But he let go, allowing me to get out of his grasp.
By the time the hour was up, I was completely wiped out. As I promised him, I moved as fast and hard as I could. And he promised me a reward.
I bent over, resting my gloved hands on my knees, panting for breath as the waves of aches and pains washed over me. Before I was ready, Angel came at me again, flipping me onto my hands and knees on the mat.
“What…” I squeaked.
“Reward time,” he said, yanking off my shorts and underwear effortlessly. He shoved my upper back down as I felt the dribble of lube over my hole. I didn’t even realize he had any lube. We had done away with condoms recently after getting tested, so I couldn't wait to feel skin against skin.
“I promised that you wouldn’t be on your hands and knees to take me if you didn’t want to. Tell me now. Yes or no.”
“Yes.”
Before I could say anything else, his penis shoved into me with little resistance since I was waiting and eager for him. Once I felt the lube, I kept my muscles loose.
He grabbed my hips with gloved hands on my hips, pulled out his thick head, and slammed back inside me. My back arched for more, pulling him in deeper. Yes. This was what I needed and wanted. To have my Angel claim me. He was my lover. My master. All that was good in my life.
His hand wrapped around my throat, and he lifted me, pressing my back against his sweaty chest. We were both drenched, but neither of us cared. While he never let go of my throat, his hold was gentle as he eased my head back onto his shoulder.
“Is this what you want, Sunshine? My cock stretching you? Throbbing for you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, barely able to get the word out as he filled me. I burned for him inside and out.
Angel still didn’t understand. Even with his strength, power, and using my body, it was out of love.
He cared about my own release. He didn’t hurt me just to hurt me.
I didn’t know much, but I understood enough that there was a difference between the intentional pain doled about by Father and the men who trained me, compared to Angel.
There was pleasure behind our pain. It was meant to arouse.
One day he would understand that he could have me any way he wanted without worrying about my mind.
Yes, I had triggers sometimes, but all I had to do was remember that Angel loved and cared about me, even if he didn’t say the words. His actions spoke to me.
“Did you miss me inside you, baby?”
“Mmm.” All I could do was nod.
He ripped off the Velcro from his sparring glove with his teeth and pulled it off, then gripped my penis. I leaked for him, so he used it to glide over my aching and desperate skin. I was so heavy for my release. It wouldn’t be long now.
He nipped my earlobe. “I miss you wrapped around me, too. You’re so tight and hot. Your hole sucks and strangles me to keep me inside you, never wanting to let me go.”
A whimpering sound escaped me as I exploded in his hand as if I hadn’t had an orgasm in years. It was intense, especially after our sparring. I shot everywhere. All over his hand and the mats.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Come for me.”
My body shuddered and shattered as I chased my climax, then quickly grew numb. Having sex after training was exhausting, and I would’ve fallen forward had Angel not been holding me upright.
He pressed his mouth to my throat, panting on me as his hot penis stretched me even more. Then his body froze before the first warm spurt of his seed filled me. His thrusts were out of rhythm, pumping into me until he was depleted.
When his body stilled and relaxed, he eased us down and slipped out of me. My body instinctively tried to keep him inside, but it was no use. He was gone, leaving me empty.
As I lay there on my side, Angel lifted my leg and ran a finger over my hole, swirling around the wetness leaking out of me. “I love watching my come spill out of you. Why do I find that hot as hell?”
I wasn’t capable of words, being too tired, so I grabbed his hand and tugged him down to my level. He took the hint and held me. When I threaded my fingers into his hand resting on my chest, I held him tight against me, never wanting to let him go.
My precious dark angel.
A ngel pulled up in front of my mother’s house and tossed his cigarette out the window and onto the driveway.
“I’ve hired two mercenaries to watch over you and your mother.
One will keep an eye on her regardless, but two will be stationed here while you visit.
When you go out, one will keep an eye on the place, and the other will follow you at a distance. You shouldn’t notice they’re there.”
I nodded, staring at the massive home that used to be mine.
But no feelings for the place lingered. I didn’t remember it at all.
Not emotionally, anyway. The same could be said for my mother, but she was trying.
I wanted to care about her, but it wasn’t easy.
She was tied to so much hurt and abandonment, even though it turned out she was never a part of that plan.
Still, severing the abandonment issues and reestablishing some sort of bond with her would take time.
Angel’s warm hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me toward him. He leaned in and pressed his soft and delicious lips against mine. He had been the only person I had ever kissed, and I hoped he’d be my last. To have him kiss me forever and ever.
“Keep practicing with your bow. Your mother said she set up a target for you.”
“I will. Can’t you come with me?” I really didn’t want to be alone with her. It wasn’t the first time, but it was always strange and awkward. Neither of us quite knew what to say to each other.