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49. What If They Decide To Remove The Baby?
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Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 103. The Universe Hates Me.
Angel.I hadn’t eaten all morning because there had been too many briefings in Beck's office. Too many planning concerning the raid tonight. And too many thoughts in my head.By the time lunch break came around, I was so hungry my stomach felt like it was folding in on itself.So I stepped out, shoved my hands in my pockets, and crossed the street to the little corner diner. The one that had the squeaky glass door and burnt-coffee charm. It wasn’t fancy. But it was quick, cheap, and quiet. And the waitstaff was fast on their feet.I slid into a booth by the window and ordered grilled cheese with tomato soup, some fries and a tall glass of coca cola.While waiting, I pulled out my phone to catch up on a few messages. The food came fast. Hot, perfectly greasy, and satisfying in a nostalgic sort of way. I was halfway through dipping my sandwich in the soup when a shadow passed in front of me, and someone placed their tray across from mine without a word.I looked up, and there he was.
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 102. Maybe I Was Insane.
Castle.I should’ve felt guilty about what happened in the wee hours of the morning, but all I felt was cold.That hollow, creeping kind of cold that settled into my bones and made everything quiet—the kind that warned you the worst wasn’t over.Even though it was morning already, the blinds were drawn. And not even a bit of sunlight escaped through.I lay there in the dark, arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling like it could calm the storm in my head.I remembered the event of last night when Adriana had held the glass to her own throat and threatened to kill herself if I didn’t stop treating her like she didn’t matter.And I dared her.Not because I wanted her dead, but because I realized, for the first time, that I wouldn’t care if she was.That was the truth. A raw, ugly thing I hadn’t let myself speak out loud until now.I remember how shocked she had looked when she didn't get the reaction she was aiming for from me. And how numb I felt as I said in a cold voice, “If y
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 101. If Castle Was There…
Angel.I stayed in the shower until my fingers pruned and the water ran cold.I didn’t flinch. I didn’t move. I just stood there, forehead pressed against tile, letting the sting of cold water numb the heat still curling inside me. Heat from his hands. From his mouth.I let him in. Again. I let him ruin me. Again. And I pretended—somewhere in the back of my broken-ass brain—that maybe this time would be different. Eventually, I turned off the water and stood there for a while, listening. Maybe he'll call out to me. I really wanted him to stay, not because I said it but because he chose to.I didn’t come out until I heard the faint click of the front door and the distant hum of his engine driving off. My heart plummeted in my chest when I realized he left. Only then did I emerge, towel around my waist, my heart clenching.Of course he left. I was probably doing him a favor when I told him to leave. So what else was I expecting?I stood in the doorway of the bathroom and stared at my
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 100. I'll Slice My Own Neck Open.
Castle.He pulled out slow and deliberate, like he wanted me to feel the loss of him and the emptiness that followed. And fuck, I did. It gutted me. His warmth, his weight, the pulse of him deep inside—I felt it vanish and I clenched, instinctively, like my body thought it could keep him somehow. But that was just wishful thinking.I stayed on the bed without moving. I didn't want to move yet. My chest was pressed to the mattress, my skin damp with sweat and spit and tears I hadn’t realized had slipped down. The room still smelled like sex—raw, feral, devastating. And still I didn’t move.Maybe if I stayed here, he would change his mind. Maybe he would come back and lie down beside me. Maybe he would wrap his arms around me like I wanted him to.But then his voice broke the silence, and the words he spoke hit me, as if someone had stabbed me in the guts with a jagged knife.“It’s done,” he said flatly. “The earlier you leave, the better it will be for the both of us.”He didn’t wait
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 99. My Perfect Fuckin’ Mess.
Angel.I licked him like I was starving. My tongue lapped at him slow and deliberate, dragging in circles around his rim as he trembled on the sheets, legs splayed, face buried in a pillow, breath hitching every few seconds. The taste of him settled on my tongue like holy wine. But it wasn’t enough.I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get close enough. I couldn't bury myself inside him the way I wanted to.He whimpered, soft and broken, and I buried my face deeper, pushed my tongue past the tight ring and groaned when his body fluttered around the intrusion. His thighs shook. His spine bowed. Still, I licked. Like I was trying to mark the inside of him with my mouth.I didn’t care how obscene it was. All I cared about was the fact that I’d get to taste this part of him before time ran out. I sucked on the rim, kissed his entrance, licked down to the soft skin beneath his balls and mouthed along the curve of them, warm and full against my lips.His moans filled the room, low and th
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 98. I Wanted All Of It.
Castle.“It's meant to make you hate me harder.” I said it like a joke. But it really wasn’t.Because somewhere beneath my skin, under the guilt and the grief and all the things I never got the chance to say, was a part of me that wanted to go under. And drag him down with me.If I was going to lose him, I wanted to lose him like this. With my blood in his mouth. With his breath on my throat. With his eyes looking at me like I was already a memory.He stared at me, jaw tight, chest rising and falling like he’d just finished running for his life. Maybe he had. Maybe I was the thing chasing him.And then he dropped to his knees and my breath caught.The sound of my belt unbuckling echoed through the silence. His fingers were quick. Precise. Angry, even. He yanked my pants down like they’d personally offended him, pulling my shoes off along with them, leaving me in nothing but the briefs that were already soaked with want and precum.He looked up at me through those lashes, and then he
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