“What?” Anything.
I felt a thick finger slide up my hungry slit. “Tell me…” I gasped when his finger circled my clit. “…who daddy is?”
I halted mid moan and stared. “What?”
His voice was so thick I thought maybe I’d misheard him. How could he be thinking of my father at a time like this?
He went on, the passion still in his tone as if he couldn’t sense the change in my tune. “Sweet fucking Mian. You think you’re still his spoiled little girl.” He took my bottom lip between his teeth and let go. “But you’re mine now.”
“A-a-are you high?” I didn’t know how far he’d taken me until I came crashing back down. I inhaled, trying to catch the scent of smoke on his clothing, but all I could smell was male. Pure, hard, unadulterated male.
His body shook against mine as he laughed soundlessly. “No, I’m not high, Mian. I need you to realize who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I said with enough venom that he should have been dead at my feet.
“You don’t belong to Lucas. You don’t belong to Z.” Where was he going with this? “You don’t belong to your dead mother.” I gasped and shoved against him. He had no right to talk about my mother. He locked his arm around my waist to keep me at his side. “And you sure as fuck don’t belong to your disloyal and soon-to-be dead father.”
I was enraged.
“Wanting my father dead won’t stop yours from pushing up daisies.” I was uncomfortably aware of my dress bunched around my waist and my bare bottom open to him. The passionate look on his face had long been replaced by hatred. “Let me go.” I needed time to regroup and to figure out when I’d fallen this stupid. His free hand shifted to my calf and yanked until I was on my back. He then spread me and settled his body between my shaking thighs.
I hated myself for not only letting him touch me but also for giving in. I fooled myself into believing I could take control for a few, guiltless moments of pleasure.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“Let me go,” I repeated. I didn’t care about puzzles, or legacies, or even the past. I simply wanted to get away from him.
“That’s exactly what you’re missing,” he spat impatiently. “I’ll never let you go. You and your son are here to stay.”
I hardened myself to withstand his threats and claim of possession. Angel Knight was neither my guardian angel or knight in shining armor. He was my enemy.
“Know this…” I witnessed his flinch and was also surprised by how cold and hard my voice had become. I didn’t let it show and instead, clung to the wall I’d built in a matter of seconds. “No matter how long it takes—weeks, months, years… I’ll kill you before I let you keep us.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Fear is an unbreakable chain.
ANGEL
She thought leaving me meant she’d go on with her life, raising her son, and working dead-end jobs she couldn’t keep long enough to keep them fed. It was dangerous and rash, but I decided to show her just how fucked life would be without me.
Little Mian Ross did things to me I wasn’t proud of, but she had a way of making me not care. I didn’t know what came over me when I finally had her in my hands on the brink of release. The words spilled from my lips and just like that, I lost her.
“You sure it’s a good idea taking her with us?” Lucas grilled for the fifth fucking time.
“She needs to see for herself what she’s up against,” I answered the same as before.
“She could get hurt.”
“She’ll be killed if she’s not convinced leaving isn’t in her best interest.”
He was silent, but I knew it wouldn’t last. “What if you’re just looking for a reason to keep her around?”
My jaw worked, and I forced my response—the only response—through my teeth. “I don’t need to.” Why did I need a reason to keep someone who was already mine?
I had clothes sent up to Mian with the order to show her face in five minutes, or I’d drag her down naked. She came down mere seconds before the five-minute mark. She didn’t question or bother to look me in the eye.
*
When we arrived , the guards at the gate were reluctant to allow us entry but a few guns to their heads and the promise to visit their families while they slept in their beds changed their minds. I had my entire security team flanking us as we made our way inside. Mian remained silent through it all, and Z guided her inside by her arm. We were shown to the senator’s office after forcing submission from the rest of his security team. They would all be out of a job by morning anyway, so all they had left to lose was their life.
“Knight,” the senator greeted after I pushed my way inside and closed the door. “Your visit is unexpected.”
“I’m not the type to make an appointment.”