Page 11 of UnWholly Angels
Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just make me yours.
She’s mine.She was mine the moment I had her bent over the hood of my car, all hot, flustered, and ready for my cock. I didn’t often feel sparks, but that interaction sent icy chills down my spine. That same spark had only happened one other time, so I owed it to myself to explore. Whether she managed to keep my attention or not, Cam Girl would be staying here, where she wouldn’t have to use her body to pay for daily expenses.
Heat surrounded me, and I groaned, reading her soft pleas. Leaning forward, my eyes narrowed on the screen in front of me as I keyed the numbers into the chat box with ten seconds to spare.
DeviantKing
500,000
Fuck me.
The little bell rang as the auction ended. She announced me as the winner, and her shoulders relaxed, relief evident in her expression.
My jaw clenched as two messages popped through simultaneously. One that mildly shook me, but not enough to scare me into submission.
Mwsub4you
Thank you…here’s the information. See you Saturday night.
Alwyswatching
You’re going to regret this night.She belongs to me.
DeviantKing
Try me, friend
Challenge accepted.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my temples before grabbing my phone off the nightstand to peek at the time.
“Shit,” I mumbled to myself. I was late picking up Nick for practice. Coach would kill me, but I hadn’t done this in a long time. There was no desire to party like I used to, but I had drowned in a bottle of whiskey after winning Cam Girl’s auction.
With a small moan of pain, I jumped out of bed quickly, leaving the safety of my weighted blanket. I pulled on my sweatsand a T-shirt, opting to grab an energy drink on the way out instead of making a cup of coffee.
A short drive later, Nick’s house came into view, and I tried to ignore the jackhammer that drilled into the side of my head. Every little noise sounded like an airhorn, and I rubbed my head gingerly, attempting to shoo the pain away before we went to practice. Five-thirty in the morning practices were unbearable sometimes, but were needed, and they kept me accountable, aside from days like this. Pulling into the driveway, I reached into the center console for the aspirin. It would help for now, at least.
A face appeared in my periphery, and I let out a screech when he appeared at the driver's side, laughing maniacally. With an unamused expression, I popped the white pills in my mouth, rolled down the window, and turned my head toward Nick’s shit-eating grin.
“Don’t do that, you jackass. What’s so funny anyway?” I snapped.
“By the look on your face, you got fucked last night.” His mischievous eyes locked on mine, and I cracked a smile. “How, I’m not sure, but one way or another, you got fucked.”
Clearing my throat, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Yeah, I got into some trouble. The kind that requires an expensive bottle of whiskey.”
“Oh…trust me, I know you did.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “You must want to walk, with all the sarcasm you’re spitting at seven in the morning, Lux. Itching to play?”
“You have to ask the big boss now,” he replied with a genuine smile. “But you know she always lets me play. Especially with new toys.”
I swatted him away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Nodding toward the passenger side, Nick hurriedly ran around the car, slipping on the ice in the process, and I snorted. Give this man a pair of skates and he would lay waste to anyone, but on slick, cold ground, he was the clumsiest motherfucker.
“Get in,” I groaned, “we’re already late for practice.”
Nick’s voice was muffled over the heater blaring, but I made it out loud and clear. “Don’t break the new merchandise before I get a turn,” he said. “Or I’ll replace your skates.”
