“The last two guys said Constantine set it up weeks ago. Maybe when he got a better look at your balance sheet.” Butcher’s voice is low, rusty, like always. Someone groans weakly in the background.
“You kept one alive?” I ask.
“For now. He’s the last general I have under my knife. Once I get done with him, I’ll burn him with the rest.”
“Good. Anyone who had any part in this–who fuckingdaredcome after my bride–I want you to send their heads back to their master.”
“Already working on my collection.” Butcher snorts a laugh.
“Come up to the house when you’re done. Or maybe tomorrow. I want you to meet my wife.”
“Gilly said you swooned for her the second you saw her.” I can feel him grinning.
“‘Swooned’?” I roll my eyes. “Gilly is so full of shit.”
“So you aren’t in love, then?” he teases.
“I didn’t say that.” I smile, just thinking of my darling Angelica. “Finish up,” I snap before Butcher thinks of any more wise-ass comebacks. “See you tomorrow.”
I pocket my phone and stride to the back of the house, but when I get there, Angelica isn’t at the pool where I’d last seen her. She was smart to cover up in a robe. She may have saved the lives of some of my soldiers, because if I’d even thought one of them was looking at her bare skin … I crack my neck and stalk back down the hall.
That’s when I hear voices from the library.
“No, there was this one manga I read at school that my friends were passing around. It was disgusting! Zombie sex and all sorts of wild shit.” Carina laughs.
“So I take it you read the whole thing?” Angel rejoins.
“Oh, definitely.”
I walk in, then stop. Angelica is lying back on the tufted leather couch, her robe beneath her. Her breasts swell over the bikini top that has to be two sizes too small for her, and fuck, the fabric barely covers the sweet expanse of skin between her thighs. My cock is at full attention, and I can’t look at anything else. Only her. Only my angel.
I swoop into the room and pull her from the couch, drape her in my arms, and walk out with her.
“Hey!” She scrambles to hold on to the book in her hands as Carina’s laughter follows me down the hallway.
“What are you doing?” I grit my teeth, my jaw clenching as I take the stairs two at a time.
“Iwasreading a book until an unhinged psycho busted in and kidnapped me!” She kicks, but I don’t put her down.
Diablo skitters away in front of me, his tail up and his hair on end as I storm down the hallway to our bedroom. Once inside, I kick the door shut and lay her on the bed, wasting no time in crawling on top of her and kissing her hard.
She smacks at my chest, and I take her wrists and pin them over her head. Her body arches as she tries to buck me, but I settle between her thighs and rub my hard cock along her hot cunt.
That pulls a moan from her, and she kisses me back. Her tongue wars with mine, her body becoming more languid as I move my hips against her, teasing her with my cock. Fuck, I want to do a lot more than just tease.
I pull back and stare down into her eyes. “You were laid out like a feast.Anyonecould’ve seen you. Could’ve coveted you.”
“No one covets m–” She squeaks as I grab her chin.
“Every man with a pulse would covet you, Angelica. Never doubt that. Never doubt what I would do to keep you all to myself.”
She swallows hard, and I get to my knees, then yank her toward me. When I drape her across my knees, she flails and tries to claw my leg.
“This is for displaying your body for others to see.” I slap her ass hard.
She jolts, an angry cry ripping free from her lips.
“This is for doubting your beauty.” I slap her harder, her ass warm beneath my assault.