Page 122 of Angelic Vengeance

She had no idea the lengths I would go to, to keepmy angel.

Break her wings, just so I could be the one to put them back togetherone by fucking one.

Crumble her boundaries – tear down her walls. Then rebuilt it all from the ground up, with me on the inside.

Take away all the blankets and turn the AC on full, just so she’d need me to hold her for the body-heat.

Isolate her and use the lack of human contact against her, if it meant she’d beg me to talk to and touch her. Then fuck her until she wouldn’t be able to walk away from me anymore.

Kiss her soft skin every time she felt happy, so she’d associate me with the feeling.

Anything to make her dependent on me.

Anything to make her choose me –us– over the folder and thatfucking assignment.

She’d played me. Pretended to feel what I felt for her.

So, if I had to keep her locked away in a golden cage until I fucking Stockholm Syndrome-ed her into loving me just a fraction of the millionth of how much I loved her…

Then that’s what I was going to do.

I just had to show her I was the right choice.

I heard the muffled sound of the shower start through the wall, and my heart rate picked up knowing she was awake.

I stared at the ceiling, allowing the sound of the water to wash over me in calm waves, while checking the electric clock from time to time.

But ten minutes turned into fifteen. Then twenty. Half an hour later, the water was still running.

The red digits stared back into my soul.

My jaw tensed with unease. Surely, she wouldn’t… Hurt herself, right?

For fuck sake.

I jumped out of bed and rushed down the hall. Barging in, my eyes scanned the dark, empty room. Slowlyadvancing, I saw the bathroom door, slightly cracked open. Through the steam escaping the tiny space, I caught a fractured glimpse of Maria washing herself.

The reminder of what we used to do in steam-filled bathrooms hit me like a sledgehammer.

I kept walking until her back hit the marble again,before propping my hands on the shower wall,caging her in between my large arms. Water dripped from my hair as I leaned down to meet her bewitching eyes. I was close,only leaving a few inches between us.

“You’re mine,”I gave a slow nod of my head to make sure my promise was coming across crystal clear.

Slowly,I pulled out until only the head of my cock was still inside her,and then rolled my hips,grinding back deep inside her.

“Oh,fuck,”She moaned,her eyes rolling. I did it again. And again and again.“Zach… I’m so full…”

I leaned in,brushing my lips over hers,as my hands stroked her thighs.“I know,baby.”

“But you feel so good.”

Goddamn…

Rolling my hips over and over,I lowered my head and nipped her neck.

“Ah–”

“You’re so hot it pisses me off.”

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