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ANGELThe beach was private.Apparently, Daniel had bought the whole resort.A honeymoon destination, he had told me.To think he’d planned it all out before I even knew I was getting married. I was getting married!The thought hit me all over again. I stared at the band on my finger, the diamond glinting back at me. I glanced back at my fiancé—the word still felt strange attached to Daniel.He was sprawled on a lounge chair beside me, sunglasses hiding his eyes.“You said you wanted air,” he said without looking. “Why do you look troubled?”“I’m fine. The place is beautiful.” I looked away from him, my heart stuttering.He could be so fucking scary sometimes. How the hell did he know I was looking at him?He wasn’t even facing my direction. His eyes were hidden behind dark lenses. And yet he could feel my gaze on his skin and sense my mood from three feet away?“Is that all?” he said softly. “I can hear you thinking from here. Your thoughts are very loud, baby girl.”“Stay out of m
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.
ANGELShame brightened my skin chilly red, I slowly pushed a finger into my tight heat, my dry walls gripping me. I started pumping it, fucking myself as ordered. Daniel’s eyes drank in the vulgar sight of me finger fucking myself. “Fuck faster, show some damn enthusiasm, or maybe you'd prefer my
ANGELI’d noticed the cameras at some point. He was somewhere watching, finding my fears and helplessness amusing. My whole life was pure fucking entertainment to him. He’d watched me crash out and didn’t make an appearance, not that I wanted him to. His presence only meant one thing as I’d learn
TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT AND VIOLENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!ANGEL“I don't believe you!” My eyes narrowed at Daniel sharply, until I saw Daddy myself, I would never doubt him, no matter what, Daniel could not shake my trust. Because if I believed him just one bit, it meant I was betraying
I pitifully attempted to shield myself with my hands, but soon my arms and the back of my palms were scorching as well.My sobs and screams echoed in the bathroom. I struggled uselessly against his grip. Tears mixed with the water running down my face, and I couldn't even tell which is which anymor







