Todos os capítulos de Daddies In My Holes: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

ANGEL“You won’t do it,” I challenged, sitting up slowly. My shirt had ridden up, exposing the strip of stomach above my shorts. I didn’t fix it. “You’re not like Daddy.”I was using Daniel’s ghost like a blade. “Daddy wouldn’t give warnings like you, he’d have already spread me open with his bare hands and checked every hole I have. And I would have been dripping wet for him the whole time. I would have begged him to go deeper.”Vincent grabbed my arm, and he hauled me to my feet so fast the room blurred. His grip was bruising, possessive—the same iron grip Daniel used when I’d misbehaved. The exact same pressure in the same place.“Don’t.” He growled. “Don’t compare me to that bastard.”“Why not?” I leaned into his grip instead of pulling away, pressing my body against his. “You grab me the same way he did. You pin me down the same way he did. You both feel the same way—”“I am NOTHING like him.” He snarled. “I would NEVER—”He stopped himself, breathing heavily. Then, he released

ANGEL “You sent me to that island! You let them take me! You knew what they were going to do and you let it happen!” The words were pouring out now, scalding and uncontrollable. “My parents—even if they did something wrong, even if they betrayed everyone, why did I have to pay for it? I was a child, Vincent! I was YOUR child and you sent me to be sold!” I was crying now, my chest heaving. My veins pumped with venom so thick I felt it would kill me. “And then I found something.” I inhaled raggedly. “With Daniel, I found someone who wanted me. Who chose me. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. And you couldn’t stand it. So you burned him alive and dragged me back here to this—this pink fucking tomb—” “Angel—” “I DIDN’T ASK TO BE SAVED!” The words ripped out of me so violently my throat burned. “I was HAPPY. For the first time since you threw me away, I was happy, and you destroyed it because you couldn’t handle someone else having what you gave up!” The

ANGELI came home feeling like the therapist's problem had been handled.Dr. Moreau would definitely quit. And even if she told Vincent the words I’d spewed to her, I knew he wouldn’t confront me about it, because he would be too worried that I’d stop getting help entirely. Honestly, I didn’t even care if she told him what I wanted Daddy to do to me at all, about all the unholy ways I was beginning to crave him again. The feelings resurfacing within me were more intense than what I’d ever felt for him before. I loved him. I wanted him, he was the only one I had left. The last person who cared for me in this world. As much as I’d loved Daniel and grieved the fact that he was gone, it was probably sick how much I wanted his murderer to take his place. Maybe not taking his place, but I wanted Vincent to fill up all the empty spaces within me. Mrs. Martha was back. She’d cried when she saw me two days ago.She’d grabbed my face and called me sweetheart, expressing happiness that I was b

ANGEL It took only a glance to see that Vincent wasn’t appreciating it. “Angel. Put that down. And face our table.” His voice was almost an inhuman growl. “Why? I think the sight behind you is more interesting, Daddy.” I smirked faintly, ignoring his scowl. “Besides you aren’t exactly talking to me about anything,” Then I took another long deliberate lick, maintaining eye contact with Vincent the entire time. My strap slipped off my shoulder right on cue. Baring the curve of my shoulder, the top of my chest where the sundress gaped just slightly. I didn’t fix it. I could feel the man in the next booth's interest intensifying even though I wasn’t looking. “Fix your strap.” Vincent’s voice was harder now. The patient father's routine was peeling away and what lived underneath was rawer. Darker. I fixed the strap with a pout and when the stranger’s eyes found mine again, I winked. Fast. Barely there. A flicker. But Vincent saw it. His hand sprang to enclose around my wrist

ANGEL His fingers closed around my nape the way you’d grab a disobedient animal. He steered me through the dining room and I walked with my chin up and his bloody hand on my neck. Every eye in the restaurant followed us out, looking horrified. The cool night air hit my skin. Vincent didn’t slow down. His strides were long and hard and I had to half-jog to keep up. “Slow down! My heels are hurting!” I complained when I nearly tripped once. His grip tightened. Nothing else. He opened the car door and his hand moved from my neck to my waist where he picked me up—both hands. He set me in the backseat the way you’d set down something you wanted to throw against a wall. He spoke to his driver and his second in command in a low tone. The man nodded once and went back into the restaurant, to clean up the place, I guess. The driver roared the car to life and Vincent got in. He slammed the door so hard the car rocked. I pouted, staring at my nails. I didn’t even take it too far, w