Page 115 of Angelic Vengeance

“I can take you,Diablo.” It was only fair since he’d used my code name.

“I know,hermosa.” His words were full of insinuation. “I remember.”

“Yeah, like the time I almost slit your throat.” My eyes dropped to the faint red scar under his neck, as I walked towards him, ready to fight.

He shrugged, stepping closer; the muscles in his large, tatted chest flexing. “I was thinking more of when you were choking on my cock.”

An infuriated groan escaped my throat as I threw punch after punch, attacking him. Zach evaded every hit like the professional he was, and I snaked out of his arms every time he tried to catch me in a death hold.

“Come on… You can do better than that–”

My fist connected with his jaw, causing him to shut up and take a step back.

Chest heaving with anger and something else that had no place being there, I kept attacking. A single hit wouldn’t take him down.

But this time, he used my own momentum to twist me around and pin my back flush to his large body, immobilizing me. He gripped my wrists, his muscular arms crossing my chest. I couldn’t move.

His breath fanned over my neck, and his embrace – although cynical – still warmed me from the inside. The fight in me unwillingly died, my body almost relaxing against his out of habit. My mind went back to the first time we fought on the outskirts of the city, by the abandoned train tracks, and ended up just like this; in thisexactposition.

But then his harsh words brought me back.

“I expected more from afucking federal assassin.”

Placing a foot on the hallway wall to my side, I pushed in the opposite direction, throwing my other foot even higher on the other wall. I repeated the move and in a split second, my feet were on the ceiling. I forced my feet to advance, causing Zach to fall backward on the ground… But he took me with him.

We wrestled on the ground. I almost broke free, but he dragged me back by the ankle. My nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks like the ones I left down his back when I didn’t mind him overpowering me.

Through it all, I managed to glance through one of the open doors, only to see another bedroom. The shades were drawn and the bedsheets messy, as if they’d been slept in. Had he…? My throat closed with the realization.

He never left.

Somewhere, somehow, he ended up straddling me and pinning my wrists to the floor, above my head. His face was so close to mine, our noses were brushing. “Do you really think you can get away from me?”

I don’t want to.

The words almost escaped my lips. Regardless, I was sure my eyes said it all.

There was a time when I could hide myself from Zach. That was no longer the case.

When he saw my expression, his brows lowered with a frown, his eyes dipping to my mouth. His lips parted and so did mine as if on command. We breathed each other in. Our breaths synced and all I could focus on was his body rubbing against the inside of my thighs.

We both shifted and I sucked in a breath when I felthimbetween my legs.

Our eyes met again. We looked at each other for what felt like hours, until my mind was hazy. I must’ve gone clinically insane because I raised my hips and pressed my core into his hard length. His hands immediately went to my hips, forcing me to stop. But his fingers dug into me, just like he used to do when he was about to push inside me.

If I could only get through to him… He’d understand.

I used my free hands to wrap them around his neck; going up into his hair, my nails scratching his nape. He closed his eyes, turning his head away as if he was in pain.

I pulled his face back to me. “Are you seriously going to kill me?” It was a rhetorical question. I could see it in his eyes he wouldn’t.

I felt his jaw ticking under my palms. “Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.” Without moving away, his hands slid lower, squeezing my knees. “Try to run again, I’ll break them.”

“The last guy who spoke to me like that lost more than his tongue.”

“Thatmalparidoended up at the bottom of the Hudson.Because of me.” He accentuated his point by pointing at his chest. “So tell me,hermosa. Who cares more here?” His chest moved with each heavy, angry breath.

The little-to-no air between us sizzled like static. My eyes dropped to a cut on his lips, I didn’t even know when it happened. Something wild possessed me to reach up and lick the blood away. No thought went into my decision.

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