LOGINANGELHe kissed me.His lips moved against mine slowly like he was asking permission even though we both knew he didn’t need it. We both knew I’d give him anything he wanted right now, starving as I was for touch, for contact, for him.I kissed him back.The moment our lips meshed together, something inside me cracked open like an egg.The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming, and a low groan rumbled from his chest into my mouth. His hands moved from my face to my hair, fisting in the strands, tilting my head back so he could take more. Take everything.I let him.This bastard had stolen me from Daddy and gotten me pregnant. The right thing to do was to push him away. Bite his lip until it bled. Snap out of this pathetic, needy state I’d fallen into.But then what?I’d go back to being lonely and miserable. Counting ceiling tiles and talking to myself. Going slowly insane in this beautiful prison while he watched from the shadows.I was so tired of fighting.
ANGELI was bored.It’s a strange thing to feel, given everything. I should be terrified of having Daniel’s baby and plotting my escape or doing something other than lying on this bed, staring at the ceiling thoughtlessly.But I was just… bored.Days had passed since Daniel dropped his bomb about the baby. Maybe a week. Maybe two. I’d lost track of time entirely.I guess time moved differently when you had nothing to mark it with—no phone, no computer, or any contact with the outside world. Just this large fortress and the endless silence that pressed against my eardrums.Daniel had been scarce.He left early in the morning, before I woke up, and returned late at night, after I’d already fallen asleep. Whatever he was working on consumed him completely.We hadn’t talked much. Not really. Ever since the day he’d shown me those documents and watched my entire world collapse around me.I should be relieved by his absence. Deep inside, I knew I should be grateful for the reprieve from his
DANIEL “I don’t know.” Her voice was barely a sob, her body still shivering as she clenched her eyes shut. “I don’t know anything anymore.” There it was. That beautiful, perfect confusion. That uncertainty that would be the foundation of everything I built next. She broke down completely then, collapsing against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “Why?” She choked out between sobs. “Why did this have to happen to me? Why can’t anything just—why is everything so—” She couldn’t finish. I held her while she broke. Poor little Angel. Life just kept shitting on her from a great height. Good thing Daddy was here to clean her up. To put her back together. I made soft, comforting sounds. Rocked her gently. Pressed kisses to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair—my shampoo on her skin. Mine. Everything about her was becoming mine. My scent on her body. My baby in her womb. My cum probably still coating th
DANIEL She wasn’t moving, not even when I gathered her shivering body in my arms. Angel sat frozen, the medical documents now clutched in her trembling hands, staring at them like somehow the words would rearrange themselves into a different truth. They wouldn’t. I’d made sure of that. I held her and waited. Patience. That’s what this moment required. Patience and the kind of restraint that made my muscles ache with the effort of not pushing harder. If I moved too fast, pressed too aggressively—she’d retreat. She’d rebuild those walls I’d just demolished and I’d have to start all over again. So I waited, and let the information sink into her bones. But her tears were bothering me. Not because I didn’t like seeing her cry—I fucking loved seeing her cry, loved the way her eyes got all red and swollen, the way her bottom lip trembled in a way that got my cock excited. But the knowledge that these tears weren’t for me burned like acid in my chest. She was crying for him. The life
ANGELI woke up screaming.Or maybe that was just in my head. My mouth was open but no sound came out—just a dry, cracked wheeze that scraped against my raw throat.I was in a bed. A familiar bed. Soft sheets that smelled like his cologne.Daniel’s house. Daniel’s bedroom. Daniel’s fucking prison. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how I got here. The last thing I recalled was the world going black. Daniel had been pulling me toward the examination room. His hand on my waist. The instruments waiting inside. The doctor preparing everything. The—My hand flew to my stomach.I pressed down and felt the soft give of flesh beneath my fingers. My frantic fingers searched for something, anything—a swell, a hardness, proof that my baby was still there. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t exactly feel anything different. My stomach was flat. Or was it? Had it always been this flat? Was there supposed to be more? Less? I didn’t know what I was looking for.
DANIELI caught her before she hit the floor. Instinct. Reflex. Couldn’t let her crack that pretty skull open on the linoleum, could I? I stood there holding her, looking down at her face. Pale as paper. Tear tracks drying on her cheeks. Lips still swollen and pink from being wrapped around my cock.She looked ruined. Destroyed. A beautiful wreck that I’d made with my own two hands.My cock twitched in my pants. Already half-hard again just looking at her.Down, boy. Not the time.I carried her to the examination room, shouldering the door open, and laid her on the bed. Her hair fanned across the pillow like a halo. She looked like some kind of angel.My ruined, broken, perfect little angel.The rage from earlier was gone. Burned out somewhere between hunting her through the corridors and spilling down her throat. All that was left now was something that felt uncomfortably like disappointment.“Fuck,” I swore, staring at her closed eyes.What the hell was I supposed to do when she wa
ANGELHe stepped back, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sleep pants. He pulled them down slowly.His cock sprang free. Hard. Flushed dark. The head swollen and glistening with a bead of precum that caught the morning light. Heavy. Thick. Curving upward slightly like it was reaching for
ANGELI kissed him back. Tasted him. He growled into my mouth and the kiss turned feral — teeth and tongues and fury. . . Something underneath that was starving.He pressed me further onto the couch and his weight came down on me. His hips landed between my thighs and I felt him — hard, straining,
ANGEL I was washing my hands when the bathroom door swung open behind me.I looked up in the mirror and saw him—the man from the booth. He was standing in the doorway of the women’s restroom with that confident smirk, his eyes already moving down my body like he was unwrapping a gift he’d bought
ANGEL Dinner was my idea. “Can we go out tonight? Just us? Like we used to?” I’d asked. He’d agreed and I’d nearly squealed. This might as well be our first date, he just didn’t know it yet. The last time we had dinner alone in public, I was still a kid. And afterwards I’d hated seeing Jillian







