“Fucking say it, Sprite.”
There was no way in hell. I was holding out, although it was costing me a lot. The need to come built, and each time I was ready to throw myself off the ledge, his hand tightened around my neck, stealing my breath and pulling me back.
He was fucking me deep and hard when he told me I’d never see my father again and that I was his. To my disgust, I tightened around him and begged him to make me come.
“Tell me who daddy is.”
I couldn’t.
It was degrading and weird, and I wished my pussy would get the memo and stop getting wetter every time he said.
“I can’t.”
My legs tightened around him when his pounding cock drove me up the shower wall. The sound of the running water drowned out my cries. I didn’t know which kink was worse, choking me until I lost consciousness or withholding my orgasm until I gave in to his degradation.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
So fucking much.
“Don’t you?” he roared.
“Yes!”
“Then give me what I want. Tell me you’re mine.”
Saying I was his would never be enough for him. For me to truly be Angel’s, I had to be broken. If that were true, why wasn’t I sure I didn’t want to belong to him?
As if he’d read my thoughts, Angel sunk his teeth in my cheek. It was cruel and hurt enough to bring tears to my eyes, and when he didn’t let go, I found myself screaming, “Daddy, stop!”
His teeth released my cheek only for him to steal my lips in a savage kiss. “Fuck yeah, I am,” he growled. His hips crashed into mine increasing our tempo.
I came screaming his fucking name and didn’t care how weird it was. I was too weak to clean myself, so he took over and dragged me from the shower. I was silent as he toweled me off and led me back to bed since the sun hadn’t even risen yet.
He wouldn’t let me have my space and wrapped my leg around his waist and then pushed my head on his chest. I let my thoughts torture me until I couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“Do you enjoy degrading me?”
“Yeah, Mian. I do.”
“Why? I didn’t take you for the kinky type.”
“Because if your father walked through that door right now, you’d still look at him like he was the only man in the world.” I peeked up at him and saw his stony expression.
“You’re jealous.”
“Yes,” he growled without hesitation.
My smile snuck up on me, and I couldn’t stop it from spreading. I kept my chin tucked down so he couldn’t see. I definitely think calling him daddy during sex crossed too many lines, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like knowing he was jealous.
I was a daddy’s girl. It was true, but I never understood why Angel hated the closeness I felt with my father. He barely tolerated it before, but now he sought to destroy it.
“Why don’t you like my father?”
“Because he killed mine,” he said without emotion. I shook my head and felt him stiffen. “If you try to convince me of his innocence,” he snarled, “I swear, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget how to speak.”
“I…” Words were lost as I imagined his body over mine, thrusting so hard, he’d do as he promised. “I wasn’t going to.” Something warned me to just end talk of my father, but I asked anyway, “Why do you care that I’m close to my father?”
He was silent for so long that I didn’t think he would answer. “Because he hurts you.”
“You hurt me, and you still think I belong to you.”
“But at least I know I don’t deserve you.”
I shook my head and said nothing. He wasn’t making sense, and I had the feeling I wouldn’t be able to make him see reason. He’s hated the thought of me loving my father since I was dropped on his shoulders nine years ago. It was becoming apparent that nothing would change that.
*
Angel fed me breakfast and announced he had business to tend to. He left and came back minutes later holding my son in his arms. I wept when his blue eyes found mine, and he smiled. He looked healthy and had even gained weight. When I reached for him, Angel’s dark look stopped me, and then he made me promise him I wouldn’t run.
Standing so near to my son, it was easy to forget pride and my hate for him, so the promise slipped from my lips with ease.
I was so caught up with my son, I hadn’t realized the entire day had passed until my stomach growled. I fed and then laid Caylen down for a nap and made a sandwich since it was quick. I hadn’t seen Angel since this morning. The house seemed empty after I finished eating so I searched for him. Lucas and Z were nowhere to be found either. I neared one of the guest rooms when I finally heard the first sound I had heard in hours.
As I got closer, the sounds became familiar. A feminine moan and a masculine groan mingled and together, filled the hall outside the door.