LOGINDANIEL “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
ANGEL The rhythm of him sliding past my lips, the weight of him on my tongue, the sounds he was making—it was doing something to me. Something I didn’t want. Something I couldn’t control. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure, trying to ignore the slick heat gathering there. But the movement only made it worse, only drew attention to how wet I was getting from this. From him. From being on my knees with his cock in my throat like a trained little whore. A sound escaped, one that made him stutter in his rhythm and look down at me with surprise. His eyes dropped to where my thighs were pressed together, then back up to my face. A slow, wicked smile spread across his features. “See, this is what you fucking enjoy, I bet you’re fucking drenched, are you going to cum from just sucking my cock? Me using your throat like a whore?” He pulled back just enough to let me speak, “Isn’t that what you wanted?” My voice was breathy, nothing like my usual venom. “Me b
ANGELAnd even harder until I tasted metal—sharp and coppery mixing with the salt of him on my tongue.Daniel growled out a curse and yanked himself free, staring down at me with a thunderstorm glare. Blood beaded on his shaft where my teeth had broken skin. I fucking hoped it scarred.“You little bitch!” He snarled.I laughed maniacally, the sound wild and unhinged even to my own ears. Blood on my lips. His blood. It felt like victory. “I’m not some docile little toy you can just shove your cock into whenever you feel like it—ARGH!”His hand cracked across my face so hard my vision exploded into white static. The force of it sent me tumbling sideways on the bed, my cheek burning, ears ringing from the impact. I tasted copper—my own blood this time, mixing with his.“Fuck you, fuck you, Daniel!” I screamed, trying to push myself up, but he was already on me—flipping me onto my stomach with terrifying ease, one hand pressing my face into the mattress while the other yanked my hips up l
ANGEL“It was easier for me to love Daddy,” I said, purposely using the name that always made Daniel’s jaw clench, “He wasn’t as crafty as you. He gave up his life trying to save me, and that makes me love him even more.” I paused, letting the words sink in. “If only he was alive. He’d definitely get me away from here sooner or later. How long do you think you’d be able to keep me if Daddy was alive, Daniel? A week? A month before he burned this place to the ground with you inside it?”There.I watched the shift happen in real time, Daniel’s entire demeanor changing in an instant. His eyes hardened into chips of grey ice, the lazy amusement vanishing, turning his features into something genuinely terrifying.Real anger. Dark jealousy. The kind that burned hot enough to consume everything in its path.And that told me everything I needed to know.If Daddy was truly dead, he would have responded with that cocky arrogance of his. He wouldn’t waste a single second before rubbing it in my
ANGEL“Daddy,” I whispered urgently now, pressing the phone so hard against my ear, “Daddy, I’m—I don’t know where I am. Daniel has me. There’s a forest everywhere, and guards, and I can’t—I don’t know how to leave—”“Listen to me.” His voice cut through my panic, steady and commanding. “I’m going to find you. Do you hear me, Angel? I’m going to bring you home.”Home.The word wrapped around me like arms I couldn’t feel, then I heard him barking out commands to someone on the other end, his voice sharp with urgency. Then a curse, the sound of something crashing in the background. Two crashes. The second one was coming from outside the bathroom.“Angel, I know you have my phone.” Ines again, firmer now, the patience bleeding out of her voice. “If you give it back now, I won’t tell the Master what you’ve done.” I could hear the sound of keys jiggling against the lock.Shit. Shit shit shit.I didn’t think she had a spare set.My fingers fumbled across the screen, clumsy with adrenaline,
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
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







