She melted beneath him; that was exactly what her fucked-up self wanted. But, like always, he knew it.
“Is that what you want?” He moved his hand up, sliding over her tiny waist and ribs, placing it right under her breasts.
Fuck yes.
She only managed to nod.
With his inked hand, he went under the thin, lacy material, cupping her right breast. Her tanned nipples got even harder under his grasp.
“Say it, then,” he demanded harshly.
“Y-yes!” she cried when he rubbed her nipple between his fingers.
He then freed his hand from her breast, only to move to the waistband of her jeans. She swallowed hard when he unbuttoned the top button, exposing the rim of her silky black panties.
Moving his lips centimeters from hers, he gave her one last warning, ready to slide his fingertips down from where they rested steadily under the silk. “You sure about that, sweetness?”
Taking one final breath, not knowing if she would regret it until it was too late, she raised her mouth up to meet his, giving her answer by taking another bite of him and pulling on his bottom lip.
He was fast, sliding his long fingers inside her, forcing her to quickly release his lip on the loud moan that escaped her.
She was wet, hot, and ready, only making it easier for the taking. The only bit of trouble he had was her tightness.
Adalyn thought she was seeing stars from feeling him inside her. She spread her legs as much as she could to try to help him make it feel better, but it was just such a tight fit.
Seeing her distress, he slowed his fingers down, moving them in and out of her slick pussy a centimeter at a time. “How is it that you’re still a virgin when you’ve been practically begging me to fuck you?”
It wasn’t really a question but a statement, since Adalyn had never made it a secret when she was attracted to a man. And with her taste in them, it was a wonder how she had been able to stay a virgin so long. With her head in the clouds, however, the only thing that came out of her mouth was her hot, heavy breaths.
This time when Angel inched his finger out, he slid in one more, stretching her walls. She almost screamed out in pain this time, but then he placed his thumb on her sensitive clit, turning it into pleasure.
He made no effort to hide from her, showing her exactly who and what kind of lover he was. There was no pretending, no sweetness, no purity. Instead, it was demanding, rough, and sinful … but oh so wickedly pleasurable.
Adalyn held his shoulders, feeling the fire burn deep inside her with every flick of his expert thumb and sunken fingers, but he never let her burn, only throwing more gasoline on the fire.
“Please …” she whimpered.
“Do you wanna come, sweetness?” he whispered into her ear with a rough voice.
Wiggling her hips, she tried to do it herself, but he still wouldn’t let her, toying with her like she was putty in his hands.
“Yes, please!”
Angel gave her another hard kiss, paying attention to her heavy bottom lip before biting the sensitive flesh. Then he pulled his fingers out of her and slid his hand out of her jeans.
Giving her a twisted smile, he stared down at her and gave her one final warning, “You can’t win, Adalyn. I’ll win every time.”
When her mouth dropped open, the elevator’s lights turned on and the ground beneath them started to move.
He got up from on top of her, standing in one quick movement.
What the—
Looking up at numbers that were dinging above the elevator door, she watched them get higher and higher, taking them to the top.
Not having time to think, she quickly buttoned her jeans before standing, then started buttoning her coat back up while Angel lazily stood there with a smirk on his face.
It was all a blur. She didn’t even know if that had really happened.
Did I just …?
Did he just …?
The look on his face and the fire still burning inside her told her it really fucking had.
“You assho—”
The elevator doors slid open, revealing Lucca standing there, patiently waiting.
Oh fuck.
The shock, horror, and embarrassment on her face were enough to make her wish for the elevator to fall over twenty stories to her death.
“There was a city blackout,” Lucca revealed as he blocked the doors from closing, not moving to let them exit the hellevator.
Swallowing loudly, she didn’t know what to say when Angel just nodded.
Lucca’s demon eyes moved between them for several moments.
“Adalyn, go stay with Lake tonight.”
At his command, she wasted no time, jumping out of the elevator and sliding past him. “Okay.”
“Angel, follow me.”
She stopped in her tracks, turning to watch Lucca head toward his office.
When Angel passed her, crossing the elevator threshold, she didn’t see a man who was scared, worried, or regretful. She saw a man who was pleased.