“So he’s not involved in Caylen’s life?”
“Never told him about him,” I lied. Aaron could be the only person able to do something about our abduction. Anna would have already noticed I was missing. The police wouldn’t do much without signs of foul play. I knew Anna. She would become desperate enough to go to him. I thanked my lucky stars that I told her about him. I just hoped Caylen’s father was human enough to give a shit about his missing son. If Angel were to ever know about him, there was no doubt in my mind that Aaron would come face to face with him.
I hadn’t noticed Angel had moved until it was too late. He leaned against the desk in front of me. Angel in my personal space meant all I could breathe was him .
“I have a proposition for you.”
I did not like the sound of that, but I was curious. “Yes?”
“Despite how I feel about you, my brothers don’t feel the same. They like you.”
“I can’t say the same.”
“It’s not necessary that you do.”
I definitely didn’t like where this was going. “What is this proposition, Angel?”
“They want to fuck you, Mian.”
They hadn’t exactly been subtle about it considering their insinuations over the past week, but it still came as a shock to hear Angel admit it so freely. “What does that have to do with me?”
I had known his answer before he spoke it. “You’re going to let them.”
“No, Angel. I will not.” My virginity was stolen from me, and I promised myself that the next time would be because I wanted it. Sure, I thought Z and Lucas were hot, but they weren’t what I wanted.
I want freedom.
I swallowed down the guilt of the other half of the truth and stood up.
Angel didn’t make requests, but this… I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Not this.
“In a few more days, when I’m confident you aren’t sick, you can see your son.” I was already feeling the fight inside me wither to dust. “I know you can barely sleep from the cold. I know you want clothes that will cover your body. I know you want a towel to wrap around yourself when you step from a warm shower rather than the cold air. I know you want to be free…”
I sneered at him when he finished. “And if I fuck your brothers, you’re going to give me all that?”
“If you please them.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m the only man in this house you’ll never have to worry about spreading your legs for.”
“What’s wrong? You can dish it, but you can’t take it?”
He reached out and took a strand of my hair between his fingers. “You have no idea how bad it can get for you if I take you.”
I almost did something insane by challenging him to try. I made a note to have my head examined when I made it back to Chicago.
“My father is going to kill you.”
A mocking grin spread his sexy lips. “Don’t tell me you actually believe your father can save you?” He laughed, and I wanted nothing more than to kill him myself. “I know you’re missing your father, and I’m a kind man when I want to be. I’ll be willing to play the part.” His gaze blackened as he snidely whispered, “All you have to do is call me daddy.”
I swung, but he caught my fist and yanked me forward. “You’ll never be anything to me but a dead man,” I hissed.
He smirked. He fucking smirked! “Until then, I’m the man with the only say.”
“Well, man … you have the misconception that you can loan my body out to your friends, and I’m just supposed to fuck on command.”
“The only misconception is how you refuse to accept the inevitable.”
“I’m not fucking your friends. You can’t just snap your fingers and expect me to open my legs.”
He gripped the lower half of my face. His hand covered my mouth entirely to keep me from screaming as he shoved me across the room until my back was against the wall. When we collided, an unlit candle resting on a scone crashed to the floor beside us.
“For now, and until I say otherwise, you belong to them, so when they command it, you smile and offer your pussy for fucking. Are we clear on that?”
I heard the door open. Angel’s grimace was now for whoever interrupted. “We need to talk,” Lucas explained. Angel didn’t respond. He lifted his chin and the door closed. He turned his head to face me again. I blinked hard when I realized his face was closer and continued getting even closer.
Then he completely turned my world upside down and set the pit of my stomach on fire.
He kissed my lips.
Softly.
And I swore my lips would never feel the same again.
“Let’s not have this conversation again.”
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