Page 98 of Demon's Angel

“And that’s why he didn’t want to pursue the DNA test.”

“Do you want to know, Vi? Don’t have to tell anyone else the answer, but do you want to know who fathered Theo?”

Do I?Would it bring me any peace?“He has a rapist and a murderer for his father either way. Knowing wouldn’t help.” My own father was a murderer, possibly just as bad as the Angel of Death. I suddenly sob at the thought of Theo’s heritage, and what it might mean to him, what traits he might inherit.

I hadn’t realised I’d voiced my fears aloud.

“Hey, Vi.” Demon’s hand curls around my neck, holding me firmly, dominantly. “Need to tell you something. Listen up, yeah? Hellfire isn’t my father. He’s my brother by blood. My true father was a rapist, and as black-hearted a man as ever lived. How do you think I’ve turned out?”

My eyes widen in shock. He’s completely stunned me.He’s a product of rape? His dad isn’t his true father?Then as I realise I have to reassure him he’s one of the most honourable men I’ve ever met, he places his fingers to my lips to stop me.

“And you. And Nathan. How did you turn out? You’re the gentlest person I know. What’s in our genes doesn’t matter. Theo? Don’t matter who his father was, he’ll be what we make him. And we’ll do right by him, Vi. I promise you that.”

I stare at him for a moment, trying to process the stunning revelation he’s just told me. Then I’m back to worrying my lip. “Do you, do you think Nathan, is that why…”

Demon rears back. “You saying Nathan was a killer? That’s why he joined up? As an outlet for any murderous tendencies? You’re wrong as fuck if you think that. Nathan was the absolute best. He was protective, that’s why he gave his life for his country. Adventurous, too, but a cold-hearted killer? Definitely not. Get that out of your head right now, darlin’.”

“I wanted to kill too, D,” I admit.

“I’m sure you did, and who could blame you? Angel was dead when he laid his hands on you.”

“Not just Angel.” When his eyes come to me, I carry on, “He wasn’t going to risk another of his men getting to me this time. Vitalia, his wife, was heavily involved. She’s a bitch.”

I’ve shocked him. “His fuckin’ wife?”

“She was my jailer.”

“You want me to take her out?” Demon asks through gritted teeth as he processes this new information.

I don’t know what to say. She’s as evil as her husband. But here, in the cold light of day, I can’t give him the words. After a moment he stops waiting for an answer. Then, slowly, nods. “Let’s see how it plays out. Lucio might be cleaning his own house. I’ll warn him about the snake he has in it.”

There’s a gentle knock at the door. It opens to reveal Mo. “Theo’s out like a light. Thought you might want to put him down for the night.”

There’s nothing more that I want than to have my son and my man with me. “Can you stay, D?”

He might have responsibilities back at the club, but it’s clear he’s choosing me over anything else when he replies, “Not leaving you again, Vi. Not for a moment.”

Mo smiles, as Demon stands and takes our son from her. She closes the door as she goes out. Propping myself up on one elbow, I watch as the man I love carefully places Theo in his crib. As I gaze down on my son, I think on the words Demon spoke a little earlier. It really doesn’t matter what his parentage is, it’s all down to how we raise him. Demon might look up to Nathan, but he shouldn’t compare and find himself lacking. Before I’d met him again, if I’d been asked who my ideal man was, it would have been someone like him. Strong, protective, a man who’d never willingly let me down. And, if he did through no fault of his own, like he’d done today, he’d move Heaven and Earth to save me.

Demon’s standing, he seems transfixed at the sight of Theo asleep in his crib, his eyes soft, loving. He knows what it’s like to be the result of a rape. He’s not let it affect him, other than to admire the man who raised him. As Theo’s dad, I know he’ll be the same. I never need to have any doubts about him. If we ever have a family of our own, he won’t treat his true child any differently.

I know he’s wearing kid gloves around me; Angel had come so close to raping me today. But I need him. I need our wedding night that we never had, though we’d anticipated it the previous day. Seeing Demon standing there, such a magnificent specimen of a man, knowing he’s mine, knowing how much I love him, I can’t deny the effect he’s having on me.

He catches me staring and tilts his head.

I lick my lips, then, feeling bold, rise up onto my knees. He’s standing so close, he’s within easy reach. My hands move toward his belt.

He has several different reactions. The bulge compressed by the denim starts to visibly grow, his hands catch mine. His dark eyes flare, showing his arousal, but he stays my movement. “Vi, I don’t want…”

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“I fuckin’ want that more than my next breath.” His voice catches as I lick my lips again, and for a moment his eyes stare at my tongue. Angel might have overpowered me earlier, but now I feel the one in control. Demon shakes his head as though he can’t focus on the words he’s uttering. “I don’t want to push you, Vi. Don’t want… Oh, fuck.”

His loss of concentration was caused when he loosened the grip of his hands and I’d pulled mine away and placed them on his belt. Now I’m undoing the buckle and freeing the leather. His indrawn breath shows his capitulation as I slide the button through the hole, then unbutton the next, and then the next. He sighs as I free him.

I didn’t take the chance to examine him before. He’s long, thick. Uncircumcised. His cock leans slightly to the left, but otherwise is totally straight. It’s only my eyes on it, but it’s growing as I stare, reaching up to his stomach. Idly I wonder whether he’s gone commando as he was in a hurry to dress, or whether he always forgoes underwear. The button fly is obviously safer, no zip to catch his skin.

“Are you just going to look at it?” he growls, his control lost. “You can touch, you know.”

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