Page 45 of Merciless Angel
I let Blaze’s story sink in, wondering how I would have handled losing my dad that way. Finally, I said, “I’m sorry, Blaze. That’s awful.”
“Too many people get away with being wasteful pieces of shit, you know? We deal with those people because nobody else will. I’m not going to pretend we’re good guys. You know that we’re not.” He left it at that, letting me form my own opinions.
“Don’t you think that makes you guys hypocrites sometimes?” I dared to ask, drawing courage from facing the wall instead of Blaze. “You threatened to kill me. You forced me to be your sex doll.”
Blaze’s voice was low and husky when he said, “Like I said, we’re not the good guys.”
Bad guys who hurt other bad guys. If I expected him to be apologetic for any wrongdoing, I was going to be sorely disappointed. I knew better than that. Guys like the Angels weren’t sorry. They did whatever they wanted and didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought.
Not knowing what else to say, I said nothing. After several moments passed, Blaze rolled in close against me, aligning his body with mine.
“Is it okay if I spoon you? You can say no. I just thought a cuddle might be nice.”
He was asking my permission? Shocking.
The idea of being snuggled against his warm body had its appeal. Even though a voice inside my head yelled at me to say no, I heard myself say, “That would be nice.”
Blaze pressed as close as he possibly could, slinging an arm over my waist. Having his strong form at my back felt good. Too good. It was the kind of thing a girl could get used to.
Reminding myself that he’d just admitted to being a bad guy, I closed my eyes and begged sleep to take me. And it did, for a while.
My dreams were tormented by Zane. Over and over my mind replayed him telling me that we were meant to be together. That he would take me away where nobody would find us. Why couldn’t I escape him?
I awoke with a sudden start to Blaze’s lips on the back of my neck and his hand between my legs. He’d delved beneath the shorts I wore, his fingers running along my slit. My automatic reaction was to shove his hand away. It didn’t work.
Blaze resisted my efforts, keeping his hand firmly planted on my pussy. His sly laugh in my ear sent a hot shiver down my spine. “Seemed like you were having a bad dream. Thought I’d try to help.”
“That’s really not necessary.” I pushed against his hand again. It wouldn’t budge.
“I think it is. Now hold still and let me eat that sweet pussy. Unless you’d prefer to be tied up again.” Without waiting for a response, Blaze tossed the blankets off us. He grabbed my shorts and pulled them down in one swift move.
The last thing I wanted was to be bound in any way. The very thought made me want to scream.
Blaze positioned himself between my legs, throwing each of them over his shoulders. He grabbed hold of my hips, hoisting my ass up. He went right for my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I wanted so badly to hate it, to hate everything he did to me.
“Blaze, stop,” I begged, needing to free myself from the mind blowing sensation. Why did it have to feel so damn good?
“Fuck no,” he murmured against me before plunging his tongue inside me.
He fucked me with his tongue, ignoring my weak protests. I reached down to shove him away but only ended up fisting a handful of his hair instead. As a moan spilled from my lips, my hips moved, pushing against him.
Blaze licked my juices, his tongue lapping them up like he couldn’t get enough. Gliding his tongue back to my clit, he circled it teasingly before licking it like a lollipop. Little flicks that turned into larger strokes of his tongue against me. My legs began to shake as my body sped quickly toward orgasm.
Pleasure overtook me, spreading through my limbs. I moaned his name, hating the way it sounded so breathy and wanton yet unable to stop myself. My entire body shook with the power of my climax.
Blaze peered up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Fuck, you taste so good. I always knew you would. Come on. Let’s go downstairs and figure out food.”
He gave me a slap on my pussy that sent shockwaves through me before climbing off the bed. I stared after him as he left the room with an extra spring in his step.
Even though Zane may have been more dangerous in his obsession, I had a sinking feeling that the Angels never planned to let me go. Not until they tired of me. Then they would kill me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CLOVER
“Why can’t I go back to the dorm? Zane won’t be a problem anymore. You guys made sure of that.” I gratefully grabbed my phone from the bag of things Cash had brought back from my dorm room.
“You’re safer here.” Daire’s tone was short and clipped, leaving no room for argument. “Besides, you belong to us. You should have been here right from the start. Then Zane never would have got his hands on you.”