Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Castle.It had been four days since Adriana fell. Four long, blurry, back-to-back days that bled into each other like watercolor on wet paper. I hadn’t left her side since. Not once. Not even for air.She was discharged this morning. The doctors said she needed to be monitored constantly by someone she trusted, someone close.And well, that person had to be me. Not because I was the most qualified, or the most available, but because she asked.I’d like to say I was there out of obligation, or guilt. But the truth is, she was hurting. And I couldn’t turn my back on her. Not in that kind of pain. Not after everything.She lost her baby. I haven’t said that out loud yet. I’m not even sure I’ve let myself feel it fully. There just hasn’t been time. Not between hospital lights and sleepless nights and the sound of her crying all the damn time.Right now, I was carrying a bowl of soup to her room. Chicken and vegetables. Tomas made it, bless him. That man was doing everything—running the b

Castle.I really wanted to kiss him.I missed him so much it hurt. By the way, sitting this close and not touching him felt like torture. I didn’t want to hold back or to be careful. I just wanted us to feel like us again.I wanted to kiss him like I meant it. Like I was starving and he was the only thing in the world that could fill me.His breath hitched—but he didn’t move. Just looked at me with those eyes, guarded but burning, like he was waiting to see if I’d really go there. If I’d still choose him after everything.So I did.I leaned in and kissed him. Slow. Sure. Certain.And he kissed me back like he was waiting for me to do it first. Like he needed it just as badly. His hand clenched in my shirt tightly, pulling me closer, and holding me like he thought I would disappear on him again.God, his mouth.Still warm. A little rough from the bourbon and the stress. But still the softest damn thing I’ve ever tasted.I deepened the kiss, tilted my head, let it all pour out. Everythi

Castle. Even though Angel had always been dominant in the bedroom, it seemed like he was being extra today. Maybe it was the fear of losing me that brought it out of him or maybe he was finally giving in to his dark urges. Whatever it was, I liked it. Especially when his hand tightened around my throat and when he referred to himself as Daddy. “Understood?” He asked again, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded, not able to talk with his hands around my throat. Satisfied with my response, he released me and I took in a long shaky breath. But before I could breathe properly, he grabbed my jaw and slammed his lips on mine. I don't think I can ever get tired of his kisses. I didn't know how to explain it, but his kisses varied from time to time. And I could gauge his emotions and moods from his kisses. Right now, he was impatient and wanted to get me on his bed. Same here, daddy. He grabbed onto my hips and yanked me up, and my legs came around his waist as he carried me out of

Angel. There's something about the universe that I'm not really cool with, and that's its inability to crack a funny joke. Every single time it attempts to crack a joke, it always ends up with the universe laughing at the joke alone. Because I'm not fucking laughing.I don't know how to explain how Marcello and I were supposed to be working things out—basically, he was supposed to be more open with me, or at least, try to be—but the way he ran out after that one call was worse than ever. He didn't even wear his freaking hoodie before he rushed out like Lucifer himself was on his trail.But one thing he forgot behind was his phone. I knew it was a bad habit to pry into someone's phone because that was basically their privacy. Yeah yeah, I know…But I couldn't help it. The phone was open. I had rushed out after him in a freaking towel to hand his phone to him but did he collect it? No.He didn't even wait for me to finish talking before he stepped on the gas like I was repulsive to h

Angel. There’s a kind of silence that wraps around your neck like a noose, pulling tighter every second. That was the kind of silence I sat in after I got home from the club. Before I gave the phone to Tomas, I had put in my cell number and saved it, hoping Marcello would call me. Why was I still calling him Marcello even? It's not like I was something special to him. I noticed when Tomas left, way before Dan got to the club so I deduced he would have given the phone to Castle. But there's been no call or message from him. I still remembered how he had sped past me earlier, as if I was some phase he was embarrassed to admit to. But somehow, I still found myself hoping he’d call. I had stayed at the club scene longer than necessary. Dan showed up really late, muttering something about traffic but I barely heard him. We took photos, secured the perimeter, and questioned a few nearby witnesses. Just routine stuff, and I felt hollow throughout—my body moving like it belonged t