It drew ample attention to her pale cleavage, lifting her breasts to expose the fullness that had been hidden before behind white, angelic garments and beads.Honestly, her getup reminded me of a pirate, but a sexy one.
Like the ones that are displayed on women on the surface, during Halloween...
Combined with her dark wash jeans, and her golden hair, she looked positivelydivine.
Like a fallen angel ripe for corruption.
My cock twitched as she ambled over to me, red glittery heels clicking and clacking against the tile floor.Her eyes widened as she looked at me, no doubt taking in the sight of my new ensemble.I’d gone with a simple plum button down, the shirtsleeves rolled up of course, paired with a pair of black jeans.I preferred to wear a suit, but the suits in this damn shop were appalling, and I was not a fan ofpowder blue.
“It is about time,” I grumbled.“I was starting to think you’d stepped through a black hole or something,” I nipped.
Her gaze traveled over me, and I noticed the way she bit her lip as she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Yeah, well, sometimes it takes a minute to make a decision,” she said, her voice distant.
I shrugged as I nodded toward the door.
“Yes, well, while you were taking your sweet old time making trivial decisions, I arranged our...sale.If you are ready to leave, I suggest we—”
“What do you mean youarrangedit?”she asked.
I rolled my eyes.
“I told you, Valory.It is my job to take care of...”I stopped, my heart caught in my throat.I wanted to say Mercy.
But what fell out instead, in Mercy’s absence was one word.One word I never thought I’d say in a million years in regard to the angel in front of me.
“You.For now.”
She pursed her lips, something passing in her eyes I could not discern.But it was gone as quickly as it came and she forced a smile.
“Yes, well, I suppose we should get on with theplan, then,” she said, mocking my tone.
My palm twitched, as did the nerves in my face.
Her attitude both enraged me and...enticed me.It was like she was practicallybeggingto be disciplined.
Fucking brat.
“Finally, she says something intelligent,” I teased, noting how her eyebrows furrowed and her lip twitched.
She was so easily affected, it was almost amusing, and a part of me didn’t want to admit I actually...liked this.
Toying with her.
I rather enjoyed pushing the angel’s patience.My stomach rumbled, and she raised a brow.
“God, I’m fucking starving,” I said.Ever since I’d awakened, my powers somehow temporarily stilted, I’d felt quite hungry.Though a change of clothes was imperative, I couldn’t deny my hunger any longer.It had been days since I’d fed last, in my humble abode with Mercy.
“Me too.Perhaps we should, um, grab something to eat.Sit down, organize our thoughts...”
I nodded in agreement.“I think for once, I have to agree with you,” I said, watching her clutch her own protesting stomach, the motion drawing attention to the swell of her breasts, pushed together to show their ample definition.
The sight made my mouth water, as images pushed forth in my psyche.Fantastical images of my hands cupping said breasts, releasing them from the hellish chiffon prison.
Watching as the cold air pebbled on her skin, my fingertips twisting and flicking along her sensitive nipples until they’d hardened beneath my touch.
Fuck, now I was hard again.
