Page 53 of His Prince
“Hello, boss.”
“You should be working,” I seethe.
“He is, we were just taking a break, goofing around—” Angel says, but I silence him with a slice of my hand through the air.
“The guardhouse, now.”
Gael looks ashamed. He should be. He should not be touching what’s mine.
“Mikhail,” Angel hisses, but I ignore him, feeling my blood pressure rise.
As soon as Gael slinks past me, out of earshot, I turn toward my angelic devil.
“Don’t break the contract.”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk,” he says, folding his arms across his chest.
I take a step closer to him and he takes a step back, an odd sort of dance, until he leans down and grabs something from a nearby plant, chucking it at me.
A ball of dirt rolls from my shirt onto my shoe, and I stare down at it.
“Angel,” I growl and his eyes grow wide, his cheeks darkening.
“If you come at me, I’ll do it again.”
He leans down, trying to grab something else, but I rush him, pulling him into my arms and squishing him to my chest.
He wiggles against me, succeeding in only making my cock perk up.
Last night was… I shake those thoughts away.
I can’t think of that.
“Get off me,” he hisses, wiggling furiously, like a beautiful butterfly trapped in a predator’s jaw. “I said, no touching.”
“Only no touching when we fuck.”
It’s a growl, something possessive and ugly rearing its head. I make sure my fingers sprawl across him, touching him as much as I possibly can. And I feel it, the way he pulls away, but then leans into me, almost as if he wants it.
He wanted me at one point.
He did.
That wasn’t a lie.
Angel never lied. Not like me.
“You want this,” I whisper, and that snaps something in him, his body flinging away from mine, trying to claw free. But I grab on to him tighter, not wanting to let go, to make him stay, but before I can get a good grip on him, Casey appears, shoving me backward, his eyes wild.
“Let him go,” he hisses.
I stumble back, feeling the air leave me in a rush. My fingers curl into my palms, my vision whiting out. I push forward, fistsflying, my knuckles landing with a crack on Casey’s face. But he doesn’t seem fazed, just hits me right back, nailing me in the stomach and kidney, making me wheeze.
I want to tear him apart. Want to watch him bleed.
Trying to keep what is mine away from me, always in the fucking way.
I wonder if he loves Angel, wants him for himself. Why else would a man leave his home to travel so far to be near another?