MasukANGELThree evenings later, I headed downstairs when Celine was already setting up the dining table.Ignoring her completely, I sat down at the table and pulled out my phone. I didn’t spare her a glance when she set a plate in front of me.She lingered when she was done and I nearly rolled my eyes. I was proud of myself for resisting the urge, I mean, look at me, exercising restraint. Daddy would be so proud if he were here. It didn’t last for long. “Do you need anything else, Miss?” She asked.I looked up from my phone slowly, my eyes dragging over her face, lingering on her hair. Those fucking strawberry blonde. “If I do, don’t you think I’ll tell you myself?” I plastered a smile on my face. The kind that showed too many teeth and reached absolutely nowhere near my eyes. “But since you asked, why not just make yourself scarce? I’ll serve Daddy when he arrives. You know since I actually know how he likes things.”She stood there for a beat too long. I could see her wanting to say
ANGEL“You won’t pull that trigger, Angel.”“No?” I smirked, tilting my head, letting my finger caress the trigger. “You sound awfully sure for a man with a bullet aimed at his brain.”“No.” Vincent’s lips curved, his gaze unflinching. “Because you love what this body does to you too much to put a hole in it.”I laughed at that, daddy knows me too well, still I wanted to tease him for being so right. “Maybe I’d rather have you dead than have another woman ever touch you again.” I cocked my head, letting the gun drift down an inch. “Maybe I’d put a bullet right here…” I aimed at his chest.“…so no one else could ever have your heart. Then one here…” I lowered the gun further down. “…so no one else could ever have your cock. Then I’d crawl into your coffin with you and let them bury us together. Wouldn’t that be romantic, Daddy?”His expression didn’t change. But I saw it—the way his chest expanded on a breath he couldn’t quite control. His jaw ticked. I was getting to him. He never li
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. But I’d never seen him with a gun in his hand. And the image — his long fingers wrapped around the grip, his thumb resting on the slide, made my breath hitch and my thighs press together.I wanted him to fuck me with it. The thought arrived fully formed and completely deranged and I didn’t push it away. I wanted to feel the cold barrel against my skin. For him to trace it down my body while I felt the danger pressed against me while he was inside me. I was getting wet. In a doorway. Watching my daddy handle a firearm. My cunt was throbbing and my nipples were hard against my dress and I was one depraved thought away from walking over and dropping to my knees in front of his men.He looked u
ANGEL Vincent’s casino was all dark wood and leather. It was my first time visiting his workplace, as he had always refused in the past. I loved it. It was a new side of Daddy I was privileged to discover. The way men stepped aside when he walked through. The way conversations died mid-sentence when his shadow fell across a doorway. My daddy. The most dangerous man in every room he entered. And I was the most dangerous thing in his.Right now, I was in his VIP room on the top floor. A private suite with a leather couch, a flat-screen, and a view of the gaming floor through one-way glass. His little girl was in her glass tower, safe and visible, while Daddy conducted business downstairs.I knew he was still paranoid about leaving me alone. He thought I was safest where he could see me, even though the threat was already gone. I wasn’t complaining, hell no, I enjoyed being taken everywhere. It meant Daddy couldn’t stop thinking about me. He couldn’t breathe properly unless he knew
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 edge until my feet were on the floor and my torso was flat on the table and my ass was presented to him. His cock pressed against my entrance. Hot. Wide. The head nudging against me, spreading me, teasing.“You made a mess, Angel.” His voice behind me was thick with lust and excitement. “You fountained all over his kitchen. Squirted all over his cock.” He pressed in. Just the tip. I felt the stretch and my breath stopped. “What do we say?”“Thank you, Daddy.” My voice was barely a rasp. “Thank you for making me cum so hard,”“And what do you want now?”“I want Daddy’s cock.” I pushed back against him. Desperate. Trying to take more. “Deep. Inside me. I want to feel you fill me up, Daddy.
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 me.I stared at it, my mouth watering hungrily. It’s been days of having him inside me, yet the sight of his cock still messed up my brain. The size of it. The weight. The way the veins stood out along the shaft. The one that stretched me open and made me forget my own name.“You like looking at Daddy’s cock?” Vincent chuckled. He wrapped his hand around the base, holding it and letting me look.“I love looking at Daddy’s cock.” My voice came out breathless with the confession. “Before you started giving it to me, I used to touch myself just hearing your zipper.”“Is that right?” He stroked himself. One slow, deliberate pull from base to tip. I watched the head swell, another bead of mo







