Page 56 of Trapping His Angel

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Page 56 of Trapping His Angel

I stepped closer, towering over her, letting the weight of my anger fill the room. “What. Happened?”

Her voice wavered as she spoke, barely more than a whisper. “He told me I was pretty. He tried to… kiss me,” her words came faster, tumbling out in a rush. “I panicked. I was scared. I… bit his tongue off.”

My blood ran cold,anger and disbelief twisting together in a dangerous mix. I looked back at Makari, his labored breaths the only sound in the room. “You what?”

Her gaze darted to the side, her voice quieter now. “I tried to help him. Clean him up. But…” she trailed off, her eyes distant, as if reliving the moment.

The doctor arrived shortly after, his face grim as he assessed the situation. “He’s running a dangerously high fever,” hemuttered, hooking Makari up to an IV. “If you hadn’t come when you did, he wouldn’t have lasted the night.”

I stood in the corner, arms crossed, my glare fixed on Kaida. Her slight frame seemed to shrink under the weight of my stare, but I didn’t care. She’d crossed a line, and she’d feel the consequences soon enough.

When Makari’s breathing steadied, and the doctor left, I finally turned to her, my patience long gone. “You think this excuses you?” I asked, my voice low, deadly. “You think biting his tongue off makes you the victim here?”

She backed away, her eyes wide with fear. “He tried to-”

“Enough!” I barked, stepping forward. “You’re alive because I allow it. Do you understand that?” My hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You’re under my protection and that comes with rules. You don’t touch what’s mine.”

Her lips quivered, but she didn’t speak. I released her, letting her stumble back. “You’ll stay here. I’ll deal with you later.”

Turning back to Makari, I sat beside him, watching his chest rise and fall. This wasn’t over. Not with Kaida, not with her father, and certainly not with the cartel. But for now, I needed answers, and I’d get them, no matter the cost.

The trip hometook longer than I’d liked since a storm had hit unexpectedly. Or, I should say, I hadn’t looked at the weather report before leaving to begin with. Good thing I had my snow tires on, and visibility was good.

I headed back and parked in the underground garage, locking up tight before taking the elevator up to the main foyer. I didn’t want to leave the car out in the open and have to dig it out later.

I guess we were staying in.

I walked up the stairs and heard the sounds of my wifehumming. I followed her voice, until I found her naked in the shower. Like she was waiting for me. The opaque glass covered her, but I knew her intimately.

I could fill in the silhouette.

I took off my clothes and joined her. When I opened the glass shower door, she jumped back with a squeal, soaking her hair.

“Oh no, my hair,” she cried.

It curled up right away, the damage already done. I’d missed her curls, anyway.

“Need some help washing your scalp?” I waggled my eyebrows.

She sighed before nodding, and handed me a conditioner labeled co-wash. I took my time as I sank my fingers into her scalp. I massaged her hair, and she moaned from my ministrations.

After a while, my hands left her scalp and roamed down her body. The titillating sight distracted my mind. Her dark skin was wet and begging for me to lick off every bead of water that touched it.

I tweaked her nipples and nuzzled her neck, as she gasped in delight.

She lifted one leg onto the ledge of the shower wall and widened her stance, so I could slide my fingers into her cunt. I did just that. I finger fucked her while she laid her head against my shoulder.

She cried out for God.

I nudged my hard cock between her thighs, lining up with her cunt. I was going to test her piss after tonight. I wanted to know if my seed had taken root. She was presenting all the signs of being pregnant.

But I needed to be sure.

I thrust inside her, and she gasped at my intrusion.

“Still so fucking tight,” I said through gritted teeth.

I swiveled my hips and relished her cry against my hand. I held one across her mouth and one across her throat, squeezing in time to her throbbing wet cunt.




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