Page 60 of Where Angels Fall

She stumbles back against the stone lip of the fountain, fingers clawing at the marble like it might keep her upright. Her chest caves in on itself, a sound tearing out of her that isn’t quite a sob.

“I was ashamed,” she cries, the word ripping straight from her chest. “I am ashamed.” Her voice collapses.

My hands curl into fists at my sides.

“No,” I snap. “No.” I step closer, towering over her. “He should be ashamed. Not you. He should have his hands cut off.”

She shakes her head violently, tears streaking down her face, mascara smudging beneath her eyes. “You don’t understand.”

“How many times?” I ask.

She stills.

“How many times has he laid so much as a finger on you?” My voice is low, controlled by nothing but restraint. “How many times, Angel?”

Her lip’s part. No sound comes out.

I take a step closer.

“Maddison,” I say, my hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me. “Answer me.”

She shakes her head once. Something inside my chest fractures.

“Fuck,” I breathe, running a hand down my face. “Fuck.”

She reaches for me then; grabs the front of my suit jacket like she’s drowning.

“Make me forget his touch,” she begs, voice wrecked. “Please... make me feel something. The way only you can.”

“Angel,” I growl, stepping flush with her soft body.

“I need you,” she whimpers, voice laced with urgency. And fuck does it make me want to give her everything she is asking for. “I need you, Ash.”

My fingers glide through her hair, closing into a fist as I tilt her head back. “If you want me to remind you who you belong to, Angel, then I’ll fucking show you.”

Our lips collide in a flash, my tongue delving into her mouth as she moans with need. My hands grapple with her zipper until the silk pools on the ground, my fist closing around her lace panties and ripping them away viciously, until she’s in nothing but her heels before me. Her hips feel like heaven in my hands as I grip them tight, groaning into her mouth.

Opening my eyes, I see her. She glows in the darkness, perfect skin glimmering under the stars. So beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.

I spin her, hands falling back to her hips as I pull her back against my chest so that she can feel how much I want her, my cock nestling between her cheeks, separated by just a few layers of material. She moans at the feel of it as I press a gentle kiss to her neck.

“Mine,” I growl against her skin.

“Yours,” she whispers, arching into my body.

Need vibrates through me as I push her gently onto her knees, falling onto the soft grass. My cock is out in seconds as I follow her to the ground, pushing her small body down onto her hands.

I don’t take my time. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My cock slips into her cunt, my balls throbbing at the feel of her tight, wet hole, swallowing me in one single thrust. She cries out into the night, nobody here to hear the sins happening just outside.

Using her own body, I grip her hips brutally, pulling her off my cock a few inches and then slamming her back onto it. The way her perfect ass jiggles at the movement has me leaking pre cum already. I do it over and over, slamming her tight body over mine, using her.

“You feel like heaven, Angel,” I murmur, breathless. “Fucking heaven.”

I watch as her fingers dig into the manicured lawn, trying to find purchase as I manoeuvre her onto my aching dick. Her hair falls loose from the pins she had in, cascading over her shoulders. When she twists her head to look back at me, a small grin creeping onto her flushed face, she looks fucking undone.

All for me.

She looks nothing like the weak, cowering girl I just found on her knees.