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Angela Shyna.
ANGELAmusement flickered in his expression. A challenge and a dare. “You think you can make me?”“I think you want to let me.” I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, feeling him press against me. Hard.Hot and straining. “I think the big scary monster wants to be good for once. Doesn’t it want to let someone else drive?” I said teasingly. His hands went to my hips automatically, his strong fingers digging in like he couldn’t help himself.“Ah-ah.” I caught his wrists, and pushed them above his head, pinning them against the pillow. He could break my hold easily—we both knew that. He was stronger, faster, more dangerous in every way. But he let me pin him while his breath came faster, his chest rising and falling, his eyes never leaving my face. “Hands stay here. You don’t touch unless I say you can. Understood?”“Angel.” His voice was strained. A warning and a plea wrapped in the same ragged breath.“What’s the matter, Daddy?” I ground down against him, and watched his eyes rol
ANGELI went very still. “Is that the reason you don’t sleep well? You’re afraid I’ll kill you?”I’d learned by now that he didn’t sleep well.I noticed because I woke one night to find him staring at the ceiling, his body rigid beside me, his eyes fixed on nothing. Guarding against ghosts I couldn’t see.He grinned, shaking his head. “No, that’s not because of you. I told you, remember? I don’t mind dying, if you’re the one holding the knife. I’d thank you for it. I’d kiss your hands while they were still wet with my blood.”I swallowed hard. “You’re insane.”“Absolutely.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like we were not discussing his fantasies about me murdering him. “My grandfather used to say I had a demon riding my back. Something that wouldn’t let me rest. It also wouldn’t let me stop thinking, or preparing for the next threat.”“That sounds exhausting.”“It is.” His eyes lingered on my face and his expression softened. Almost vulnerably. “It was, anyway. Before you.”“Before me?”“W
ANGELDaniel worked from home now. Most days, at least.His study was all dark wood and leather, blueprints spread across a massive desk, his screens glowing with data I didn’t understand. He spent hours there, phone pressed to his ear, his voice shifting between languages I couldn’t follow.I kept finding excuses to interrupt him.At first, it was small things. Asking what he wanted for dinner. Questions that didn’t need asking but gave me a reason to see him, to hear his voice directed at me instead of whoever was on the other end of the line. I was jealous of any moment that wasn’t spent on me.Pathetic? Absolutely. Did I care? Not even a little bit.He never sent me away. He seemed to enjoy that—my neediness, my hovering, the way I manufactured reasons to be near him. Like watching me orbit him fed something hungry inside his chest. He told me once that my desperation was a drug he couldn’t get enough of.No matter how important the call, his eyes found mine when I entered. Today,
ANGELI shook my head. That was a line I couldn’t cross. The last piece of myself I had left. The final wall between who I used to be and whatever I was becoming.“Angel.” He pulled back to look at me, his expression soft but his eyes burning with something that looked terrifyingly like love. His voice was thick with obsession. A hunger that would never be satisfied, no matter how much of me he consumed. “Say it back.”“I c-can’t.” My voice broke on the word. “Please. Please don’t take this from me too. You’ve taken everything else. My freedom. My body. My mind. Just… let me keep this one thing. This one lie I can tell myself.”A dark look flickered across his face. “It’s not a lie, though.” He positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against me but not pushing in. Teasing. Tormenting. I could feel how hard he was, how desperately he wanted to bury himself inside me, but he held back. Waiting. “That’s what scares you, isn’t it? It’s not that you can’t say
ANGELHe 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
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
VINCENT The next morning, I prepared breakfast, grateful for the routine. The eggs were scrambled exactly how she used to like them. The toast cut diagonally. Fresh fruit arranged on the plate. A glass of milk because she needed the calcium. Normal things that a father would do for his daughter.
ANGELEverywhere we went, Vincent’s eyes followed me. Too close. Dark and watchful. It was almost like he was expecting me to do something crazy at any given moment.Maybe I would.I’d just wanted to get somewhere I could breathe without feeling his presence in every corner. But he wasn’t even a
ANGEL“You won’t do it,” I challenged, sitting up slowly. My shirt had ridden up, exposing the strip of stomach above my shorts. I didn’t fix it. “You’re not like Daddy.”I was using Daniel’s ghost like a blade. “Daddy wouldn’t give warnings like you, he’d have already spread me open with his bare







