تسجيل الدخول
Angela ShynaDid Daniel get through to her? 😱 Don’t forget to comment or leave a review!
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 the wall
DANIELShe 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 she’d i
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
ANGELWhen I finally got his pants open, I pulled him out and wrapped my fingers around his length. He let out a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, his hips bucking slightly into my grip.He was thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, his cock twitching in my grip like it was as eager as he was. Veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed and swollen. I’d touched this cock hundreds of times. Had it in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. Had learned every ridge and vein and sensitive spot because my survival depended on knowing how to please him.And now I was going to use that knowledge to save my baby.“Bad girl,” he breathed, looking down at me with something like awe. Pride. “Now show Daddy what that nasty little mouth can do.”I leaned forward, lips parting—“Wait.” His hand shot out, gripping my chin, stopping me an inch from his cock. The head brushed against my lips but he didn’t let me close the distance. “Not yet. I want to enjoy this.”He traced
ANGEL“Then try harder.” He released my face and sighed heavily. “You know what? We’ll wait. I’ll give you… let’s say sixty seconds. One minute to get yourself under control. And then we’re going to have a conversation about consequences. Sound fair?”Nothing about my entire fucking life since the day he’d taken me had been even remotely fair.But I nodded anyway, what choice did I have?I stayed on my knees, still clinging to his legs like he was a life raft instead of the iceberg that had already sunk my ship. Tried desperately to slow my breathing. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In. Out. Like those yoga videos I used to watch when I was bored. Back when my biggest problem was what to order Mrs Martha to prepare for dinner.Breathe in the positive energy. Breathe out the negative.Breathe in the psychopath. Breathe out the urge to scream.“There you go.” Daniel’s hand returned to my head, petting slowly. Approving. “Good girl. See? You can do it when you try. You just n
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
ANGEL His fingers closed around my nape the way you’d grab a disobedient animal. He steered me through the dining room and I walked with my chin up and his bloody hand on my neck. Every eye in the restaurant followed us out, looking horrified. The cool night air hit my skin. Vincent didn’t slow
ANGELDr Moreau’s office smelled like chamomile tea. I hated it even before my ass touched the chair.The woman was exactly what I expected. Her dark hair was pinned into a strict bun, her reading glasses dangling on her nose. She was wearing a silk blouse that was buttoned all the way to her thro







