Jensen inspects me up and down. “She’s had an effect on you.”
I hate how well he knows me sometimes, but this is the first time we’ve ever spoken personally, and it feels like a turning point in our relationship.
“She was a virgin.” I grimace because saying it out loud feels much worse.
His eyebrows rise.
“It wasn’t planned.” I adjust my cufflinks again to avert my gaze.
“Fuckkk,” he chides.
“Exactly. Now I’m left wondering how the hell that happened. She was with the whores supplied to my room.”
Jensen nods. “Do you know who she is?”
I should tell him her name, but I don’t want to. Not yet at least. She gave me her name, not him.And I gave her my cum, a small voice reminds me.
“No idea.”
“Spank it out of her.” His eyes dance with delight, making me smirk.
“She’d probably cry, and we know how I deal with that,” I joke, and Jensen snorts.
“The last time you made a girl cry, you choked out a guard. Then your crazy ass stabbed him in the eyeball, removed it, and told her it was her fault.”
“She was being overly dramatic.” I roll my eyes.
“You told her you’d had enough of her.”
“I had.”
“You know the women shit themselves when they’re told they’re going to your father, right?” he says, and I lift a shoulder, yet the thought of Hevan being used by my father has something indescribable burning in my veins.
“I have a feeling this one is different, Azrael, and I don’t know whether to be happy or nervous about it,” he muses, and his eyes dart back to the road. “Your father would destroy the girl; there’s no denying that.”
“He will not have the chance.”
The truth is, there is something about her. Something that has captured me as much as I have her.
Heaven and hell go side by side. You can’t have one without the other, nor do I intend to do so. She will remain mine for as long as I decide, and nobody will dull the spark she wields to ignite the inferno roaring inside me.
“Things are changing, Azrael,” he whispers.
He couldn’t be more right. My only hope is that these changes don’t destroy me in the process.
Chapter Fourteen
Azrael
I don’t relax until we’re through the metal gates of my compound, a variety of unused warehouses I use as a base for me and my men. All of them are loyal, Jensen has seen to it himself, and with Czar overseeing his actions, I trust these men more than the blood running through my father’s veins and those he surrounds himself with.
Jensen opens my door, and I step out of the SUV and head inside. My men’s heads are bowed in a show of respect as I enter, and I ignore their presence and head toward my office.
Czar is already inside, his feet up on the desk like he owns the damn place, and, in all honesty, he looks damn good behind my desk despite him irking me with his disrespect. I swipe his feet off the desk and onto the floor, and Jensen attempts to smother his chuckle behind me and shuts the door.
Czar grins, and I stare at him, so he pushes out of my chair with a heavy sigh. “You’re late. I was beginning towonder if you were dead,” he says, moving around the desk, then drops into the chair opposite my own.
“You’re out of luck. Though the whore attached to my cock almost sucked the life out of me.”
