“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes! Oh God, Gaven! Please!”
“Not God, Angel,” I said. “Your husband.” No God could ever fuck her the way I will—the way I was.
The rippling of her orgasm began, coursing over my cock and forcing me to still. I slapped the underside of her ass as I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, Angel.” Wetness gushed around the base of my dick. “Come all over your husband.”
And she did. Angel, as perfect and serene and pure and innocent as she’d once been, came all over my cock like the filthy slut I planned to turn her into.
My personal slave. My submissive. My fucking wife.
Chapter 22
Angel
After the high of one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life finally subsided, I lay back in the bed with my skin pressed to Gaven’s. My husband. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, I felt some hope that all would be well. I glanced up as he breathed deeply, his chest rising with the movement. It was actually kind of surprising that he would fall asleep next to me. Maybe he felt safer here in the mansion. We had so many guards and security systems … this had always been my home, and now it would be his too.
He might just make me take every guard in our employ with me, but he had admitted that I would be allowed my freedom. I laughed silently at that. Somehow, I didn’t mind as much. I’d always been alone in this world. Jackie hadn’t been a comfort, and my father hadn’t understood my desire to run away. Now, though … I had him.
I closed my eyes and curled into his warmth, trying to find a lull in my mind as I hoped sleep would consume me as it had him. All the stress had drained away, but sleep eluded me no matter how long I kept my eyelids shut.
After what felt like forever, I peeked open one eye, glancing at the windows on the far side of the room. It was still dark, anda look at the clock on the wall told me it was hardly even two a.m. The wedding reception had only ended a few hours before.
I tried again to sleep, and again, my mind was a riot of things. Despite the content glow the night had left me with, the longer I lay awake while he slept, the more my doubts crept in.
Will Gaven give up his current life?I wondered.Or will I be left each night to wonder where he is and who he’s killing? Will this mean I’ll be subject to more information on the dark parts of my father’s business, or will I still be kept in the dark? Did I have a choice in that?
Gaven had said he wanted me to be his Queen, but what did that mean?
A horribly cold feeling rose within me; no matter how I tried to shove it down, it wouldn’t go away. Soon, it became too much, and I found myself slipping out from beneath Gaven’s arm. He turned towards me in his slumber, and I hesitated for the briefest of moments. His breathing didn’t change, but I got the sense that he wasn’t quite asleep.
“Gaven?” His eyes opened and I found that I was right. He looked back at me, calmly waiting. I swallowed roughly. “I’ll be right back,” I said. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?”
He began to move. “What do you—” I knew what he would ask, but I couldn’t have it. I pushed my fingers over his mouth, stopping him from speaking and also making him freeze—halfway to sitting up. Under the sheets his stomach muscles shifted, tightening as he held the position.
“Don’t,” I urged, half pleading. “I just need a moment. I’m just going to grab something to drink.”
His cool blue eyes examined me, and slowly, as if he were a sleepy lion giving into its mate’s request, he lowered himself back onto the mattress and closed his eyes. “Don’t be long,” he said.
I nodded before realizing he couldn’t see me with his eyes closed. “Of course,” I said. “Just go to sleep. I’ll be right back.” I repeated the words as I finished getting out of bed and moved across the room. I picked up a robe that had been left on the back of one of the chairs and put it on, tying it at the waist as I slipped out of the suite and headed down the hallway.
A drink and maybe a snack would help me sleep. It calmed my thoughts and gave me a purpose until I could stop thinking long enough to sleep.
Halfway to the staircase, a quiet crash and thud drew my attention. I paused and straightened and then turned back, frowning when, at the very end, I saw the doors to my father’s office cracked open and shadows moving on the other side.
For several long seconds, I hesitated—wondering if I should go back to the room and wake Gaven first—but a low familiar voice sounded on the other side of the wooden doors. Jackie’s voice.
Ugh, are they fighting again?I wondered silently as I released a sigh and moved toward the doors.
My feet were silent on the hallway carpet. My hand went to the cracked door and pushed against it. I opened my mouth to call out but stopped dead as something wet touched my naked toes. I looked down and my eyes widened. My insides dropped out from beneath me and horror enveloped my whole body.
All of the glow from earlier dispersed, and I turned cold.No.
That was all I could think.Please, God … no.
Blood slipped beneath my toes, coating the bottoms of my feet in red. My eyes followed its path, and as much as my mind was screaming—warning me to stop, to look away—I couldn’t. My father’s lifeless gaze stared upward. His eyes locked open even though there was obviously no soul remaining within them. He was still in the same suit he’d worn for my wedding; only his jacket had been removed, which made the shocking pool of redon his chest that much more startling. His body was sprawled out on the floor with his head turned slightly towards the doorway—towards me—as if that was how he’d died, searching for a way out, searching for me.
His body.My mind said it, but my heart couldn’t register the truth of it. Everything in me screamed to do something,anything, but I was frozen in place. It wasn’t until I saw a deep red pool growing around his body that it finally hit me. He was dead. Someone killed him. My worldly, powerful father was laying there, on the floor of his office, in a massive puddle of his own blood that continued to pour from the hole in the center of his chest. My heart jerked in my chest as if being electrocuted and it kickstarted me towards him.
“Dad!” I cried, falling to my knees beside him. Warm, sticky blood coated my skin as I pressed my hands to his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. It was too late. My brain knew that, but my hands still covered the hole as the blood seeped from between my fingers. “Please …please!”
