Page 32 of Merciless Angel
Was there something wrong with me? People had kinks. No big deal. I just didn’t know that I had them too. Not until three terrifying men had forced me to make a choice. A choice that meant I belonged to them now.
Raina had handled a similar situation, and everything had turned out fine. She was married to the Gods now. However, she was also a badass mafia queen who’d shown the Gods that she could hold her own. I was a kitten compared to her lioness. I didn’t know how to tap into my inner bad bitch. Did I even have one?
Since my lip was still healing, I decided on a lip balm tinted pale pink rather than lipstick. Every time it scabbed over, someone or something caused it to split open again.
I strode into my bedroom to find something to wear. Standing there naked, I glanced down at my body. No underwear, huh? Good thing I’d just shaved.
After perusing my options for far too long, I chose a cute little blue dress that matched my eye shadow. It had thin spaghetti straps, a cut that revealed cleavage, and a skirt that barely covered my ass. I wasn’t sure why I played into their game by wearing something sexy. I should be making it tough for them by wearing pants and a turtleneck.
As the time drew closer to eight, my nerves grew exponentially. I paced the small room from the door to the window and back again. When I caught sight of the silver Camaro pulling up in front of the building, my heart began to race.
I never expected Blaze to come up to my door. His knock made my mouth dry. I grabbed my fuzzy pink purse and forced my feet to move. Summoning whatever courage I possessed, I opened the door.
Blaze stood in the hallway looking like he’d just stepped out of a movie. In a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a leather jacket, he immediately stole my breath. That lock of dirty blond hair falling forward into his eyes didn’t help. Christ on a bicycle. I didn’t stand a chance.
His amber gaze flicked over me, lingering on my breasts before straying down to the expanse of thigh my dress revealed. “Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous. Show me.”
Knowing what he referred to, I lifted my skirt just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my neatly trimmed pussy. Dropping my skirt back into place, I said, “Happy?”
“You have no idea. Let’s go before I fuck you right here against the door.” Taking my hand, Blaze led me down the hall.
“Where’s Cash and Daire?” I asked when we were inside the Camaro.
“Back at the house. They’re getting things ready.” Blaze shot me a devilish smirk.
“Ready for what?” My stomach clenched. What the hell did they have planned? Maybe I should have told Raina that I was going out with them. She could look for me if I never came home.
A war between the Angels and the Gods was the last thing I wanted. I was on my own here.
“You’ll see.” Blaze reached over as we slowed at a red light. His hand warmly gripped my thigh.
I held my breath as he slid his hand up my leg under my skirt. My entire body stiffened as his fingers grazed my bare pussy. I cringed as heat flooded my core. Why did my body have to betray me by reacting to him? I wanted to hate Blaze, not get wet every time I was in his presence.
He dipped a finger between my folds, finding the moisture growing there. “I love how sweet and innocent you seem when we both know that deep down you’re a dirty girl. I guess it’s always the ones you least expect.”
Not knowing what to say to that, I squirmed a little in my seat, my breath hitching as his finger slid inside me. He pumped it in and out a few times. When the light turned green, he pulled away, sucking his finger into his mouth as he hit the gas.
I squeezed my thighs together as if that would slow the flood between my legs. He’d barely touched me. Damn him.
When we arrived at the Angels’ house, the butterflies in my stomach went apeshit crazy. Now there would be three of them.
The front entry of the house was large and open. There was a bathroom to the right next to what I assumed to be the basement door. A staircase straight ahead invited one up to the floor containing the bedrooms. Past the stairs I could see the kitchen and part of the living room.
Blaze brought me to the kitchen where he pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge. “I think you’re going to need a drink before we get started. I’ll bring the bottle down.”
Pouring a large glass full to the top, he handed it to me. I stared into the glass, watching the bubbles pop. “Down where?”
“The basement. Daire and Cash are waiting for us.” Blaze passed me the champagne and reached into the freezer for a bottle of rum. “This should do it. After you, Rainbow.”
Nodding for me to walk ahead of him, he pointed out the basement door near the bathroom. I awkwardly pushed the door open while juggling the champagne glass and bottle. A dim light guided me down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I stood in a hallway. To my right was a bedroom. To the left was a large, open space. That’s where Cash and Daire stood. They weren’t alone.
Suspended from the ceiling by chains with shackles locked around each wrist was a man. A thick layer of duct tape covered his mouth. I didn’t recognize him. Confused, I turned to Blaze for an explanation.
“We wanted to show you what happens to those who talk,” Blaze explained, a wicked glint lighting up his eyes. “Just in case you’re tempted to tell Raina, or anyone else, more than they need to know.”
“I didn’t,” I protested. “I wouldn’t.”
He didn’t need to know that I’d told Raina everything. She was no threat to them. Up to her eyeballs in the crime world, she wouldn’t tell a soul about the man they’d killed to protect me.