Page 22 of Trapping His Angel
His finger slid inside my wet heat, and I clamped down a cry.Valentina stiffened beside me, but otherwise she didn’t move either. I was so fucking wet, and his thick digit was sitting inside me, unmoving, teasing.
I wanted to move my hips, but Valentina would know for sure what was going on between us.
Benedikt shoved a second finger inside of my pussy, and I had to rip my left hand from between Valentina and I to cover my mouth. Valentina turned to face the window, giving us as much privacy as she could in the small vehicle.
“Feel what I do inside of you,malen'kiy angel.You will never forget me. You will never escape me. From the moment you walked in front of me, you became mine,” he growled into my ear.
He says I’m his. Maybe he’d rather have a corpse than the shell I am now.
I cried out behind my hand, tears leaking out of my eyes from the sensations he was setting off inside of me. If I’d ever felt anything like this, I didn’t fucking remember it.
“That’s right,malen'kiy angel.Cum on my fucking hand, and soak it in your juices, so I can suck it clean,” he panted in my ear. His other hand touched his cock in time to his thrusting digits.
Every time he touches me, I feel more like an object, and less like a person.
I felt my peak creeping up my spine. My back arched slightly off the seat as I reached my orgasm.
“Next time, it’ll be my cock filling you up with my seed, so you can give me an heir. Just. Like. You.”
His words shouldn’t have turned me on, but I came harder than my body had ever come in my life. At least from the memories I’d had. I cried his name behind my hand, feeling the drool from my mouth on my palm.
Benedikt slid his fingers out from my pussy and patted my underwear, as if saying good job. He stuck his fingers in hismouth, and stared at me as he sucked and licked my juices off.
I whimpered, thinking about what that tongue could do to me.
This wasn’t staying away from him at all. If he kept making me feel this way, I was going to be fucked. Why did my pussy clench on his outlandish fantasy of knocking me up? I didn’t like children at all.
“It smells a bit like sex in here,” Valentina murmured as she cracked the window.
“I-I’m sorry,” I squeaked.
“No need to be sorry for coming on my hand,malen'kiy angel.Valentina would do the same, if her man was sitting next to her right now, and she knows it,” Benedikt muttered, loud enough for her to hear him.
Valentina turned red and looked down at her phone.
“It felt really good,” I whispered to her.
“That’s what you deserve. To feel good,” Valentina whispered back.
“Really?” I couldn’t believe that something this good could last.What kind of person was I to end up here?
“Always.” She hugged my arm, and went back to playing on her phone, while I stared out the front, looking at Russia. Maybe living here for a while wouldn’t be so bad. I snuck a peek at Benedikt’s profile, taking in his chiseled jaw.
Yeah, staying here until I healed wouldn’t be so bad. Once I got my memories back, I could leave. It wasn’t like Benedikt was going to keep me. That would be ridiculous, and I didn’t want to be kept.
With those thoughts, I watched the scenery go by with a small smile on my face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mymalen'kiy angelwas driving me insane, testing the limits of my control at every turn. Since her rescue, I hadn’t exactly been subtle about what I wanted, what I needed. I made it clear in every lingering glance, every brush of my hand against hers, every deliberate moment I forced her to acknowledge me. But she kept rejecting me, her defiance only stoking the fire burning in my chest. It wasn’t just about taking her, I could have done that anytime. No, I wanted her to give in, to bend to me, to see that fighting me was pointless.
Just for a little while, I wanted her to stop pretending she didn’t feel it too. That pull between us, raw and undeniable. I didn’t want to keep her. At least, that’s what I told myself. She was too good for someone like me, her light too blinding, her presence too pure.
But then it would happen; these fleeting moments where she slipped, where she’d let me in. Like when she allowed me to hold her hand, her slender fingers hesitant but warm in mine. That brief surrender was everything. It didn’t last long, because she’d always pull away, her face hardening like she regretted it. But for me, it was enough to seal my fate.
It was in those moments I realized the truth: she wasn’t just some girl I’d rescued. She was mine. Whether she wanted to be or not.
It all clicked into place. Her poise, her grace; it wasn’t just learned, it was bred into her. This woman wasn’t ordinary; she came from power, the kind that demanded respect, and carried weight. If she’d been at The Academy, then she wasn’t just running from anyone, her family searching for her, desperate to get their precious angel back.