Angel (2 page)

Making her way to his room, she admired the wide open French doors displaying the glory of trees ringing the field beyond the house. Fresh, clean air filled the room as she wandered, touching the boxes. The TV leaned against a wall, the mounting bracket beside it.

She hurried out to her car and popped the trunk, glad she’d left it unlocked, since he’d taken her keys. From her trunk, she pulled out her tool kit and carried the box inside. Pulling out a screwdriver, she got to work on the brackets.

Once the TV was up on the wall, she grabbed the cable lines and ran them to the back of the box, then neatly sutured the cords to the wall the way she knew he’d like it. He had a thing for neatness, a passion she shared.

“A place for everything and everything in its place,” she mumbled, before diving into the nearest box. Unpacking everything, she arranged the room and put his clothes away, hanging his suits in the closet.

Down to the bed frame, she wrestled the heavy oak headboard in place, then the rails. Once the pieces were latched, she attacked the footboard, glad the wooden parts fit together with metal hooks.

“No need for tools here,” she joked, adjusting the bar running the center length of the frame. With the whole thing in place, she stepped out of the rectangle and hauled the box spring over. Her muscles ached, trembling as she dropped the lighter mattress on the rails.

Grumbling, she walked over to the mattress and caught the handles. She tugged it into place, her body straining, exhausted. Once she got it into position, she slumped for a moment, then got the sheets she’d set out and put them on his bed.

Once the comforter was in place and the whole thing was neat, she flopped into the bed, turning the TV on.

“You shouldn’t have done all this by yourself.”

She opened her eyes, blinking at Logan’s worried face. “Meh. It needed done and you were being lazy.” A sleepy smile crossed her lips, and she watched his anger melt away.

“Pizza.” He handed her the box, but she set it to the side, leaving it on the nightstand. Turning back to him, she watched his gaze grow hungry.

She snuggled in close, pressing her lips to his. “I want you,” she murmured against his lips, loving the way the words sounded. The whole situation was just deliciously wicked.

“And I want you. But you need to eat.” The dark growl of his words startled her, and she shook her head.

“I want to now.” A flash of thrill at disobeying him shot through her belly and she hazarded a glance at his face. The smoldering rage in his eyes warned her she was playing with fire, but she refused to back down.

“Angel,” his voice threatened her with bodily harm if she didn’t listen, “I said you need to wait.”

She looked into his eyes, studying their sea-green depths. His words earlier, about training her, leading her, teaching her to obey still hung in her mind. Perhaps pushing him would bring out a bit of that violence he’d mentioned. “No, you said I need to eat.”

He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to flinch. His hands on her shoulders forced her across his knees.
Her heart thundered like the hoof beats of a galloping horse. His rough fingers yanked down her leggings, and she whimpered as he bared her ass. The clap of his hand on her ass resounded through the room, the pain arcing through her body.

“Brother-“

A second smack cut her words short, and her eyes filled with tears as his hand landed a third time. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, enjoying the mix of pain and the dark thrill of being at his mercy.

A whimper left her throat, and his hand connected once more before he tugged her pants back up.
She was sure she felt something hardening between them, though the angel was awkward, and she couldn’t help but wiggle against him. When he didn’t do anything else, she hesitated. “May I… move?” she whispered.

“Yes.” He sounded pleased, and she glanced up at his face. A small, satisfied smile rested on his lips, his narrowed eyes studied her with a hint of amusement. “Are you ready to eat now?” he asked, arching a brow and she backed off his lap, nodding her head.

Her ass stung. It felt like it was glowing with pain, and heat radiated off it. Deep in the place her darkest desires loomed she imagined walking around naked, displaying the marks like a badge of honor. Though it occurred to her that they should be a point of shame, since she’d been so willfully disobedient. The complexities of the situation and her thoughts didn’t promise to resolve anytime soon, so she reached for the pizza.

His hand grazed hers as he
opened the box, and her breath caught in her throat. The slight touch sent a shockwave of excitement through her, and she tried to ignore her trembling hand as they pulled out slices. She watched him while he watched TV. They ate, her attention remaining on him, his removed from her.

No matter how hard she stared, she couldn’t get inside his head. Was he still thinking about taking her over his knee? Or was she alone in being hung up on how sensual the whole thing had been?

As hard as it was to eat without an appetite, she managed. When she stopped, she relaxed back, snuggling into the blankets. They smelled like him, the warm scent comforting even as it thrilled her. He turned to her with a devilish expression. “Shut your eyes.”

She did as he told her, excitement rising up in her core.
The first brush of his fingers along her inner thigh startled her. It tickled, and sent a shiver through her whole body and reduced her to the consistency of jello. Her nipples tightened to hard points, begging to be touched. His fingers trailed down her leg, then back up toward her core before shying away and trailing down her other leg.

She trembled, then flinched as his fingers caught the waistband of her pants, drawing them down her legs with oh-so-slow motions. She held her breath, then whispered, “Can I take my shirt off?”

“You may.” He slipped her pants free of her feet. The light sound of them hitting the floor sounded like a gunshot to her over-stimulated body.

His lips blazed along her thigh as she struggled out of her shirt, her breaths coming in short, quick gasps.
The shirt cleared her head and she dropped it to the side with abandon as his lips trailed higher, grazing the muscle between her pussy and thigh. When his teeth touched the skin, she let out a moan that sounded like the mew of a kitten.

He rose to his knees and crawled over her, his eyes intense.
She just watched, wondering what he had planned. The sheer control in his expression startled her.

“I’ll be
as gentle as I can.” His whisper drew a whimper from her throat, and she watched him tug his shirt up over his head. As soon as he was free of the confines of the material, his lips dipped down to touch hers. His body seemed to engulf her, as if it wanted to consume her and share one skin.

“I’m scared,” she whispered against his lips.

“I’m just a man, sweetheart, not a monster.” His breath tickled over her chin as he lowered his face to kiss her throat. “Touch me, explore, get comfortable. You’re going to be spending a lot more intimate time with me.”

She did as she was told, her hands roaming over his ribs, up to his
broad shoulders and back down to his straight hips. Meanwhile, he kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her temples, each touch a tiny brand that sizzled.

After a few moments, he pulled back and she sat up, worried he was going. He flashed her a small smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not done.”

He reached around her and she gasped, shocked by his sudden closeness. He whisked her bra off, then put a hand to her shoulder. His hand pushed her shoulder and she fell back, watching him as he tugged her panties down. The last barrier gone, things seemed even more intense, more dangerous, and she wondered if her inability to breathe was a fleeting thing.

He tossed the
scrap of cloth to the side and ran a finger between her soaked folds, his gaze lifting to meet hers, a bemused grin on his face. “My, my, someone’s excited.”

She nodded, not trusting her voice as he teased. “Are you a good girl?” he asked. A whimper left her throat as he dragged his finger down toward her entrance.

“Yes!” The word was a gasp over her lips, and she watched him study her pussy. His scrutiny teased her even more, and she moaned, lifting her hips just a bit in hopes he’d stop teasing and start giving her the pleasure she’d dreamed of. The shock of his touch sent small jolts through her belly as he stroked along the shaved skin of her pussy lips.

“I’m not so sure,” he whispered. H
er eyes flew open, focusing on him. He moved his fingers up, his eyes studying her. The flickers of pleasure became blinding, teetering on the edge of pain as he rolled her clit gently between thumb and forefinger.

“I’ll be good,” she whimpered, and he gave a short, dark laugh.

“Yes, you will.” The torture increased and her belly tightened, aching with the mounting pressure. “You’re going to come,” he said, and she let out a small cry.

“And that’s the next step of your training. When I tell you to come, you will,” he said.
His lips touched her, his velvety tongue tickling at first. Then he began a rough rhythm of circles and slashes along her clit and her body jolted, well out of her control. Part of her wanted to fight, to force herself to relax.

Instead, she let go. The pleasure intensified as she shooed away any remaining inhibitions and enjoyed the thought that her step-brother, the male who was
forbidden
, passionately made love to her with his tongue.

Her body glowed with heat, it radiated off her like steam off a bath. The twitching of her belly moved down to her legs, leaving them trembling. Then he changed things up, his tongue pressing harder, directly on the hood of her button before circling and slashing back across the delicate spot.
Spasms ripped through her core, the exquisite sensations forcing her breaths into short, sharp gasps as white hot lights flashed in the edges of her vision.

He continued teasing, the pressure easing off a bit as her orgasm abated. His tongue deserted her, and she begged him not to go.

“Quiet.” At his command, her mouth snapped shut, her arguments silenced. He climbed on top of her, his eyes focused on hers. His knuckle dragged along her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, lowing to plant a kiss on her lips. With gentle passion, he dove between her lips, his tongue working around hers. When he pulled back, she was breathless. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

S
he nodded.

“Roll over,” he said.
She did as she was told, her heart hammering in her chest. His hips pressed down on her ass, his cock slipping between the slight space between her thighs and brushing against her entrance. She let out a contented sigh as all his weight crushed down on her, his elbows outside her shoulders. His forearms closed in around her, holding her close while she looked over her shoulder at him. 

“It’ll hurt less this way, but it’s still going to hurt.” He stamped tiny kisses
along her shoulder. Here and there, his tongue flicked over her skin. He cradled her cheek, his palm calloused, warm and comforting.  His teeth scraped her neck and his hips jolted forward.

His cock pressed into her, eased along by her juices. It didn’t hurt too bad, and she relaxed, enjoying the heat of him as he pushed in deeper. When he paused, she instinctively clenched her jaw. With a quick, hard push, he busted the barrier and she flinched.
Pain lapped at her, but the distraction of his lips and teeth playing at her neck drew her mind off it.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, and she took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax. She shuddered as he pulled back a bit before sheathing himself again.

“That feels… good,” she whispered, shocked at the thrilling scrape of the head of his cock on her g-spot as he pressed home again.

“That’s the idea, Angel.” He nuzzled her neck. She glanced up at him, loving the dark intensity of his expression as he claimed her. The hand that had been on her cheek lowered, sliding down to gently grip her throat. His fingers tightened a bit and her belly tightened. Something about the possessive gesture intensified her pleasure, and she began to really enjoy his brand of ruthless passion. The curve of his hand around her throat, the throbbing of his cock deep inside her and the way heat pooled deep in her, begging to explode outward tormented her. The sensations grew, her mind struggled to keep up in the hazy tilt and whirl of passion.

The thrust of his hips. The answer of her ass tilting to meet him. The primal growls and groans leaving his lips. The pain of him plunging deep and the way her head tossed when their bodies rocked forward.

His fingers closed around hers, entwining as he moved quicker. Sensuous lips tagged her neck, his teeth nipped her jaw, every action lending him an air of control. Not that she had any desire to stop him.

Wet sounds of sex filled the air. It matched the rhythm of their voices, creating a music in her mind. With every thrust, his shaft slid along her g-spot. His body played hers like a bow coaxing beauty from a violin. He
nipped at her shoulder again and the sharp sting of his teeth sent her body into uncontrollable spasms.

“Oh, God!” She moaned th
e words, and he let out a blood curdling chuckle.