Lahat ng Kabanata ng Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Angel. The air was warm with sleep and sex, the kind of thick, lazy warmth that wrapped around you like a second skin after a satisfying round of sex. I lay there on my side, staring at the ceiling and breathing in Mask's scent. The only sound in the quiet room was his steady breathing. He had drifted off not long after we both came undone, with his back pressed to my chest and my arm around his waist. I reached down and tugged the blanket over him, watching as he shifted and let out a soft sigh. For a moment, I worried about him not getting enough sleep at home. But before I could dwell on it, the ache in my shoulder reminded me that I wasn’t exactly in great shape. I had overexerted it earlier. Leave it to me to fuck a man to sleep with a healing bullet wound. I chuckled dryly under my breath and slipped out of bed, padding into the bathroom with a limp in my step and my shoulder burning like hellfire. The cold tiles sent a shock up my feet and I hissed as I stepped in

Angel. There was something about his face that made it impossible for me to shake the feeling of familiarity. Mask had been haunting my mind since he left almost an hour ago, and it was not for the usual reasons—the way his hands moved over my skin, the way he whispered in my ear like he already owned me. No. Right now, it was because of his face. Because I was sure I knew it. I didn’t know how or when, but I knew that face. And the fact that I couldn’t place it pissed me off more than it should have, making me pace my apartment like a caged animal. Another thing that unsettled me was the fact that he didn’t tell me his name. That alone was already a red flag the size of Manhattan. Because he knew everything about me, from my job to my apartment down to my name, but he wouldn't even tell me his goddamn name. Maybe he had a reason, maybe he was trying to protect me or maybe he was protecting himself. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had made his choice, and it wasn’t me. So,

Angel. There are just a few things more stressful in this world than standing half-naked in front of your closet, towel around your waist, and realizing you have absolutely nothing to wear to a club. I had already opened, closed, and reopened the same section of suits at least three times now. And yet, nothing screamed “you left me bleeding but I look hot enough to ruin your entire life.” Maybe I was overthinking it. But then again, I was planning to walk into Ecstasy, his main spot, and I wanted to do it with the confidence of a man who didn’t just get benched by his boss and abandoned by the most confusing lover-slash-stalker in history. I groaned and grabbed my phone, scrolling to Darcy’s contact and hitting call. “Please tell me you’ve already chosen your dress,” I said when she answered. “Oh, honey, not only have I chosen it, I’ve tried it on, taken it off, and practiced my walk in it. Twice,” she purred. “God, I hate you.” “No, you don’t. You’re just jealous. Want a sne

Angel.Our eyes locked across the room like magnets that had finally snapped into place, and everything else faded into static—the music, the moans, even Darcy's voice.His mask was simple, black and sleek, but there was nothing simple about the way he looked at me. His eyes burned into me like he wanted to peel my clothes off my skin in front of everyone. A dangerous but delicious thrill twisted in my stomach. Every nerve ending went on high alert and my breath caught the way it always did when he was near.I tore my gaze away, my pulse hammering in my throat and I turned back to Darcy.But she was already watching me with wide mischievous eyes, her wine-colored lips twitching in delight behind her jeweled mask. Her fingers fluttered up to cover her mouth before she squealed softly.“Oh my god,” she whispered. “It’s him, isn’t it?”I blinked, a bit disoriented. “What?”“The guy you were trying to make jealous. It worked, Angel. He looks like he’s two seconds away from setting the

Castle.I first spotted Tomas as I walked out of the sex club and descended to the main club. He was leaning against the bar, his firm rigid with his eyes flicking between the entrance and the two people seated near him.It was almost like he was trying to decide whether to throw them out or protect them.My eyes drifted to the two people sitting at the bar: Rowan The Casablanca and his daughter, Adriana.I didn’t stop walking. I just tilted my head at Tomas, giving him a silent order and then climbed the stairs to my office, my mind racing at the weight of whatever they wanted to talk about.I barely had time to sit and remove my mask before the door creaked open. Tomas stepped in first, then he ushered in the devil and her father.I was shocked as I took in Adriana's appearance. She looked like hell and I'm not even talking about the usual kind of hell where her lipstick was the wrong shade or she’d left a hair out of place. This was real hell. Her hair was tangled in knots and her