ANGEL'S POV:
All my life, I've only ever been a good girl. You know, the type that never parties, never swears, never gets naughty and too damn nice for her own good.Yes, my very existence puts the ugly B in boring. And maybe that was exactly why I'd burned up my usual Friday schedule and had spontaneously agreed to the crazy idea of going clubbing with Nadia and Sage.In my defense, those two girls would rather suck on poisoned cactus than take no for an answer. The craziest part of it all was that of all the exclusive five-star clubs in Las Vegas, my friends had picked this one.The Pavilion.The freaking Pavilion!With the neon lights flashing through the enormous club, strippers swinging seductively on poles and vibrating music, The Pavilion was a private world of vodka, seduction and sin.In here, anybody could be a different version of themselves – wild, unhinged and maybe even a little naughty.Regardless of the dangerous rumors that these grounds stirred through the city of Vegas, it was still one of the hottest and unrivaled spots in town, especially if you're looking to drop the good girl act for once in your clearly miserable life.Like me.In a small booth by the less rowdy area of the club, my friends and I giggled nonstop at our own little gimmicks. At the moment, Sage, my best friend in entire universe, was currently doing a dance tease on our table.To be fair, she wasn't the type to ever shy away from a dare. Not even as the hungry gaze of several men doubled, descending on her curvy hips that were swaying wildly.Sage Dalton reveled in the attention. She basked in the spotlight of having these men desire her body. She knew that she exuded the fierce kind of beauty and confidence that brought most people to their knees, and my childhood friend loved it.Well, who wouldn't?After a while of excellently eating up her dare, Sage finally came down from the table, smiling cheekily with an excited gleam still dancing in her wild hazel eyes.Once again, I envied how easily she could throw all caution to the wind and do whatever the hell she wanted.Nadia and I cheered loudly, clapping overdramatically as Sage gave us an exaggerated bow for the jaw-dropping performance. She took her seat beside me, immediately downing her shot of vodka."I think I saw that one guy rocking a hard-on. Sage, you dirty woman!" Nadia exclaimed, wide emerald eyes twinkling in amusement. Her red-clad lips were stretched into a wide smile, emphasizing her radiant model-like attraction."Well, I aim to please, and I accept cash as reward." Sage flipped her fiery red hair off her shoulder.I rolled my eyes playfully at just how smug she could be."You know, that wasn't even a dare. For Sage, being a crazy bitch is like breathing. Too easy," I said, a tinge of a smile forming on my lips when Sage gasped dramatically, turning to me."Fucking best friend of the year." She glowered, regardless of her lighthearted tone. "You know what? Truth or dare, Angel. And you've used up your truths by the way. Nowhere to run this time." Sage smirked deviously.On cue, Nadia dropped down her wine glass of some exotic drink she ordered. From the way she twirled her raven black strands and had her eyes spark in identical deviousness, I knew this was the moment she had been waiting for as well.The moment they both get to cook up an evil dare for me."I hate to say it, but Sage has a point. You've dodged every round of dares by picking truth. What happened to pushing your limits tonight, sweetheart?" Nadia arched a perfectly groomed brow at me.I groaned overdramatically, dropping my face into my palms. Well, I did say that. This was after all going to be my last night in Las Vegas before I move to New York for the rest of my college education.This night was supposed to be about losing my inhibitions, drowning in alcohol and laughing every bit of soberness away.Yet, I couldn't help but dread the idea of having Sage and Nadia, of all evils, dare me. They could ask me to strip for all I knew!"Tick, tock, Little Angel. What's it gonna be? Dare or dare." Sage teased, and I could just imagine her wiggling her brows hilariously.At the thought of that, I laughed lightly and lifted my face, facing them once more. Their eager gazes were fixed on me. I was royally screwed, but what could the worst thing be?Here goes nothing."Fine! Dare. But if you two throw me to hell, I'll never forgive." I glared lightly, slowly picking my own shot of vodka and downing it.Trust me, I'd need it."About time!" Nadia gleamed."Now, let's have some real fun." Sage winked, her evil smirk only deepening.My heart sank further. I really was screwed.Sage and Nadia exchanged glances then, and right before my eyes, they both began to debate on possible dares for me. It was a horror fest, I tell you.Frozen in shock, I watched as Sage insisted that I give the bar man a blow job. Unprovoked!"What? What the hell! I'm not having sex with a stranger as a dare!" I scowled at the two girls after a while of sitting horror-struck and flabbergasted."Boo! Boo! Get off the stage, mum!" Sage hollered, giving me the thumbs down.I actually flipped her the bird, scoffing lightly.Nadia laughed, highlighting her dimpled cheeks. "Shut up, Sage. Okay, no sex – too extreme for little miss goody-two-shoes. But how about a kiss?""Nope. Absolutely no. What if the stranger has herpes? Or worse! What if he's a deranged psychopath that murders girls who kiss him? And hello? Do I need to remind you about Carter? Um, my boyfriend? The love of my life?" I sassed, eyes glaring.Sage groaned too loud. "Of course, your beloved boyfriend. Carter is miles away in New York, babe. He's not gonna know about our little dare tonight – except you kiss and tell.""Yes, I agree with Sage. Again, I hate that I do. But she's right." With her calm and sharp-edged expression, Nadia said, crossing her elegant legs. "Honey, it's just a dare. Whatever happens here tonight stays here, scout's honor. Let's just have a little fun and you know, forget about the outside world for a second. It wouldn't be a good dare if it had no risks."Trust Nadia to always be the smart talking one. I never wanted to strangle her so much like I did right now, mostly because she was kind of right. Carter and I were long distance couples, and the only reason I'd be moving to New York was to join him.Together, Carter and I, we had a plan – a clear visualization of what we both wanted in our future. We were a match made in Heaven and for most of my life, he'd always been there for me.Especially when no one else was.But this night was supposed to be all about adventures and breaking my own rules. And a part of me actually wanted that – to be a different person, that is.One that isn't the shy little-miss-goody-shoes. One that doesn't have her whole life mapped out. One that doesn't have a control freak as her boyfriend.For the night, I wanted to make unforgettable mistakes that I'd nurse as distant memories while I'm on the plane to New York by tomorrow.Maybe a dare as crazy as this wasn't such a bad idea after all.I mean, Carter would never find out.The air was pregnant with anticipation as the girls held their breaths, impatiently waiting for the words they so desperately wanted to hear.However, I took my time.I poured out another cup of vodka and downed the shot, loving the burn it offered and the slight lightness it brought to my head."Bring it on, Satan." I laughed lightly, and watched as my best friends exploded into cheers, high-fiving each other.With the extent that they were excited, I was genuinely scared for myself."Okay, okay. I've got this, Sage." Nadia settled her gaze on me, once again regaining her signature composure. "Because I love you, Angel, this is gonna be easy.""Oh, please." I rolled my eyes."I dare you, Angel Roselyn Winchester, to kiss that stranger over there in a suit, sitting at the VIP lounge. For 30 seconds; we'd be counting.""With tongue!" Sage added, grinning.My heart plunged further. Maybe because this was wrong. I'd be cheating on Carter if I do this. I'd be tainting our 7 months relationship. Every word of love and loyalty to him would be a cruel joke.However, as I followed their fixed gaze to the direction they were hooked on, I made out the faint silhouette of a man whose face I could barely make out given to the darkness he was shroud in.Over at the VIP lounge at the higher floor of the club, reserved for the most exquisite men and women of power and privilege, he sat like a god on his mighty throne, donned in an impeccably polished suit, reeking of luxury and authority from miles."Who the fudge even wears a suit to a club?" I blurted, frowning in amusement.What if he was an old man with a wife and 5 kids? I'd be ruining his home by kissing him!"Well, it's your job to find out by kissing him, honey." Nadia resigned into her seat, eyes holding a cool resolve."Guys, I don't know-" I started, shrinking back."No, no, no. Whatever it is you're gonna say, shove it high up your ass, cause we won't be taking no for an answer. It's dare or dare. Right, Sage?""I agree."With their shoulders squared and a hard resolve in their eyes, I knew that there was not a chance in heaven or hell that I'd be getting out of this. Alive, at least. Sage looked like she could murder me if I refused to heed.It was pretty scary.Reluctantly, I sighed, glancing up one more time to this odd stranger in fancy suits. I'd call him Mr. Odd Suit Guy for the mean time."Fine, dare accepted. If I get murdered tonight, it's your fault and my ghost would haunt you for an eternity, nonstop. You two!" I fired pettily before shooting up from my seat, downing one last glass of vodka and exiting the table, leaving behind evil grins and cheers.Great. I was royally screwed.ANGEL'S POV:The club was wild.Even wilder than I had realized.It took me awhile to navigate my way from the regular section of gyrating sweaty bodies, cat-callers and drunks, to the reserved VIP area of The Pavilion.Thanks to Nadia and her first-class privileges, we all had VIP passes for the evening. Although Sage had insisted that we stayed down at the regular just cause 'it was more fun.'However, once the heavily built bouncers let me through the threshold that separated the VIP section from the rest of The Pavilion, I inwardly cursed Sage for keeping us away from this city of pure luxury and sin.The whole room was cast in low red lighting, toned down music that vibrated lightly, and high-end architecture that screamed finesse and wealth. My jaw dropped at the type of magnificently dressed people lounged gracefully on couches, reeking of arrogance and an air of superiority.I almost cowered in their presence. Like if I breathed the wrong way, they'd all realize that I didn't
ANGEL'S POV:It's the fact that he said like it was nothing. Like those men had every right to shoot me and no one would even bat an eye. Like he was a god whose every word was law.Nonetheless, I panicked.I found my feet shooting forward, faster than I'd have liked and half-convinced that maybe my life did, in fact, depend on it. Before I could stop myself to think or rehearse or even process what was happening, I was standing readily before him.And for the first time, I had a perfect view of this man.This insanely handsome stranger with power on his fingertips.My heart skipped an excited beat once my gaze fell to his face – breathtaking, reeking of danger and charm, the perfect combination to bring any female to their knees, ready to please.Sharp silver eyes, ignited with a flair of boredom and mischief, pierced through me, almost like he could see beyond the flimsy leather that covered my skin.Like he could possibly see right into my soul, right into the dirtiest parts of me.
ANGEL'S POV:~Sage bear: Wtfff??? You're leaving w him??Naddie: Istg girl, have you been hypnotized?Me: Guys, calm down! I'll keep my location live at all times. And c'mon, don't be prudes now 😉Sage bear: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEST FRIEND?Naddie: Carter left the group chat...Me: omg, Nadia. ~The second I typed off those last words on my phone, it was immediately snatched away, drawing my attention back to the man who was currently flipping everything I'd ever known about myself upside down.Just like Sage, I questioned who I was in this moment. And just like Nadia, I knew this decision would forever haunt me.Well, only if Carter finds out – which he won't cause I'll make sure of it."Eyes on me, Angel." He cooed as he softly took hold of my jaw, directing my gaze to his own. God, he was breathtaking. So handsome that I was envious.He was exactly the type of man who I had no business with, yet here I was in his sleek black car, wanting a whole lot more tha
ANGEL'S POV:"Gorgeous, mio caro. I want to taste you."My core throbbed at his words, and on instinct, I attempted to shut my thighs, partly to help release the pressure and partly to hide from him. However, Christian was faster and held my thighs apart, a silent warning in his cold eyes."Don't move an inch, and keep your eyes on me." His tone was stern.I gulped down and nodded dutifully, a delicious shiver running up my spine. Maybe it was the excitement of being unraveled by this man. Or maybe it was the fact that I'd never done this before. Never had myself placed in a position like this with another man.Sure, Carter and I used to make out all the time when he still lived in Las Vegas, but it never felt like this – never this intense, never this wild and dirty.We both had boundaries. Or rather, he did. No sex till marriage was the rule he'd set for us. And maybe some wanton part of me had always wanted it, I just never realized how much till this second.Christian's gaze never
CHRISTIAN'S POV:From the second she'd walked into my space back at the club, Angel captivated me in the most unusual way. In a way most women couldn't.Perhaps in a morbidly amusing fashion, it was how much her presence reminded me a lamb playing games in a Lion's lair, asking to be slaughtered on a whim.Perhaps it was the manner in which that tight leather dress of hers hugged out every ample curve of her body, leaving a hard imprint in my mind on just how ravishing she'd look underneath. The red of her lips. The blue innocence to her eyes. The golden locks that fell in waves down her shoulder.Or maybe, it had to be how easily she reminded me of her. How effortlessly Angel embodied that light I'd once tainted in another. Whatever it was exactly, it called out to my demons in ways I couldn't resist. In ways I knew would be our ruin.Yet, every image my mind conjured were filthy flashes of what she'd look like arched like a whore for me. Of how those full lips would feel wrapped gen
CHRISTIAN'S POV:"Christian." She cried out, her thighs trembling as I relentlessly delved my tongue into her essence, lapping up her juices with every flick, swirl and thrust.I couldn't get enough, not even if I tried.Her fingers tightened in my hair, on the verge of ripping them off their roots, pulling in a move that made me want to turn her over and sink my cock inside her almost immediately.But again, she was a virgin.I needed her as wet and relaxed as possible for my entry. Because nothing could stop me from fucking her tonight. Not even devil himself. I had never been the type of man to place another's pleasure before mine, but for a brief moment, I yearned to make Angel burn with lust.The ice had melted, leaving her entire pussy wet and dripping with both water and her sweet juices, and I stuck my tongue in her opening, pulling her further away from the counter towards my mouth.I groaned gutturally when she began to move urgently against my mouth, releasing one hand fro
ANGEL'S POV:Rule number 1 of a one-night stand; Always wake up first and sprint the hell out. Bonus points if you could do so gracefully without upsetting your bed mate.Or in this case, Christian.At the moment, his muscular arm was tightened around my waist, trapping me successfully in his web of perfectly toned flesh and tight muscles. Light rays peeked out from the corners of the window, grazing over our buck-naked bodies and highlighting the serenity that clouded his face.God, he was disastrously handsome.I sighed softly, finally giving up on my attempts to wiggle myself out of his grip. The man had proven to be immovable, like a freaking boulder or something. A rather sexy boulder who'd ingrained his compelling touch and lazy smiles in my mind.My insides tingled and heat scorched my skin as memories of being railed by Christian once again flipped my thoughts into overdrive. It was all I could see at the back of my mind - his large dick going in and out at a maddening pace
ANGEL'S POV:TWO YEARS LATER"Ma'am, the manager says that if you're going to keep sitting here, you're gonna need to order something..." The waiter glanced down at my table, judgement written all over his face. "...that's not water."My stomach squirmed and I forced out a civilized smile. One that contrasted vividly with the tension swirling within me."Well, I... Can I get a few minutes more? My date is on his way."Was he?Polished and clad in a crispy-clean uniform, I watched the young man's eyes twitch in irritation. However, just like me, he forced out a well-practiced smile."Very well, ma'am. I'll be back to take your order in 30 minutes." With that, he bowed lightly and walked back to an equally polished man standing off at the corner of the restaurant with a firm glare fixated on me.The manager, I suppose.I waved at him sweetly, which of course he didn't respond to, but he did well to shift his attention to attend to the lovely couple that just walked in, plastering an obn