LOGINANGEL Outside the private ward, the corridor stretched ahead. Long, white and gleaming. My bare feet slapped against polished floors, my paper gown flapping behind me. There was no staff. When we’d come in, there had been two doctors, male and female, and that bitchy nurse. Where were they? One was with Daniel, I presumed, and the other had conducted the test. Right now, she was probably setting up the instruments for the procedure. The instruments they were going to use to kill my baby. My heart thumped with fear that chilled my bones, but I forced my legs to move faster. If only I could get outside. Find a car. Find a phone. Emergency exit. There had to be one. Every building had them, it was the law— Locked. I slammed into the door and it didn’t move. A keypad blinked red, demanding a code I didn’t have. No. This couldn’t be happening! I spun and started trying other doors. Yanking handles, throwing my weight against them desperately. Supply closet. Locked. Empty office
ANGELDaniel carried me to the car like a bride.He settled me on his lap in the back seat, my head tucked under his chin, my body curled against his chest while he stroked my hair like I was a frightened kitten.“Shh,” he murmured against my temple. “It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”A sob caught in my throat.His hand moved from my hair to my arm, rubbing slow circles that were probably meant to be soothing. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I told you—I can’t afford harming you.”“Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t do this.”“We talked about this already, Angel.” His eyes found mine, grey and filled with warning. “That thing inside you isn’t yours to keep. It belongs to Vincent. And nothing of Vincent’s gets to stay in my property.”“It’s not a thing. It’s a baby. Our—”“Don’t.” Every trace of gentleness vanished. His gaze hardened further, the fury resurfacing. “Don’t you dare say ‘our.’ There is no ‘our’ with him. There’s only you and me, baby girl. Everything else is just
ANGELSomething crazy gleamed in his eyes, and then he was laughing.Manically. “You think I’m going to watch your belly swell with his child? Watch you give birth to a piece of Vincent while I stand by and do nothing?”“Please—”“No.” He shook his head slowly, and the smile spread even wider across his face, turning my blood to ice. “No, Angel. That’s not how this works. That thing inside you isn’t a baby. It’s a parasite. It’s an infection. It’s Vincent’s last pathetic attempt to claim what’s mine.”His free hand moved down my body. Over my breast. Down my stomach. Coming to rest on the small swell below my navel.He pressed down. Just hard enough to hurt.“And I’m going to cut it out of you.”The words didn’t register at first. They were too insane, too monstrous beyond anything I’d prepared myself for.“No.” My eyes searched his face frantically, “No, Daniel, please—you can’t—”“I can’t?” He laughed again, the sound devoid of humanity. “I can do whatever I want, little girl. You’r
ANGELThe test hit my chest.One second I’d been lying on the bed feeling sorry for myself, the next, Daniel was in the doorway looking like something dragged up from hell itself, and a pink and white box was bouncing off my body.I caught it on instinct, staring at it like it might bite me.A pregnancy test.My brain froze. Everything inside of me completely stopped working.“Take. The fucking. Test.”I’d heard Daniel angry before. I’d heard him cruel, mocking, whispering threats against my skin while he was buried inside me. Hell, I’d heard him laugh while I cried.But I’d never heard him like this. This was something else. Something unhinged that made every survival instinct I had scream at me to run.Not that running was an option.I opened my mouth—to say what, I don’t know, maybe to ask what the fuck was happening or why he looked like he wanted to tear me apart with his bare hands—but I never got the chance.His hand shot out and closed around my arm like a vice. His fingers du
DANIEL “Terms?” I chuckled so hard I nearly choked on my coffee. “There are no terms, old friend. Look at the board. I have your queen. And you’re out there somewhere, licking your wounds, jerking off to memories of a girl who’s currently sleeping in my bed with my cum dried on her pretty face.” “Daniel—” “Here’s the situation, Vincent. I hold all the cards. Every single one. Your precious Angel is mine now—taking my cock, swallowing my cum, loving every second of it. And there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.” “Tell me what you want.” “What I want?” I pretended to consider the question, “Right now, what I want is to punish my naughty little kitten for playing tricks with phones.” “If you touch her—” “I’m going to do a lot more than touch her.” I said darkly, “I’m going to remind her who owns her. And then—” I paused for effect, grinning into the phone. “Then I might send you a video. Something to jerk off to while you’re lying awake at night, imagining all the ways I’
DANIEL“You aren’t going to tell me?”Ines’s hands froze on the gauze she was wrapping around my shoulder. The color drained from her face so fast you’d think I’d already slit her throat.“Master?”“I asked you a question.”It was fucking morning now. The first ray of sunlight seeping through the kitchen windows and birds chirp somewhere outside. I had left Angel passed out in my bed an hour ago. I’d used her hard last night. Made her cry. Made her come harder. Then I’d sat in front of the security monitors, watching footage that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time.My clever little kitten had been busy.Ines’s throat worked. I could hear her pulse from where I sat—rabbit-fast and scared. “Do you think I don’t fucking know?” I said and she flinched like I’d cracked a whip. Pretty stupid of her, really. She of all people should know there was a whole CCTV system in every room. I see everything that happens under my roof. Well, almost everything. The bathroom was a blind sp
ANGELI found Daddy in the lower level. He was standing at a metal table with three of his men. And in his hand was a gun which he looked to be testing its performance. I stopped in the doorway.I’d seen Vincent angry and violent, watched him break a man’s face and straighten his cuffs afterwards.
ANGEL The kitchen went silent after my outburst, then Vincent’s voice came. “Angel. Get up!” His tone was sharp, totally nothing like the coaxing voice that had whispered nasty things in my ears an hour ago. “Clean that mess.” His eyes were stern, holding no warmth. I looked at him like he’d ask
ANGEL“Turn over,” he said.My arms were shaking so badly I could barely push myself up. I rolled onto my stomach. I was lying in my own mess on the kitchen table. Destroyed. And I didn’t care about anything except the feeling of him stepping closer behind me.He grabbed my hips. Pulled me to the
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







