Page 8 of UnWholly Angels
He had sharp features now, his jawline defined and hidden under neatly trimmed facial hair. His eyes were the same forest green I remember, and he was a lot taller than the last time we were together—twelve years ago. The way he towered over my smaller frame intimidated me, and I swallowed thickly.
“Because it’s common human decency, you incompetent giant. Go on, apologize.” I elongated the word so he would get the hint. Our eyes locked, and I could see the mocking glimmer shining behind his narrowed eyes. Raising my eyebrow, I forced as much confidence into my voice as possible. “I’m waiting.”
Riley’s jaw clenched, holding back an insult he probably wanted to spit back. Instead, he took his index finger and slid it up my arm. Reaching my chin, the calloused pad swiped under it and tilted my head up. I tried to look away, but he grabbed me, pulling my face back to his.
“I'll put you on your knees right now,” he smirked, “and make you think twice about the tone you use while addressing me.”
“You try, and I swear I'll slit your throat in your sleep.”
Growling lowly, his nose skimmed along my cheek, and fear prickled my body from the primal sound. My threats didn’t seem to reach him at all.
“Fuck…you scared me so bad, I almost pissed my pants,” he mocked.
Leaning in, his lips ghosted over mine as he took the chance, claiming them as his. Bracing my hands against his chest, I fisted his shirt, pulling him closer as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Twelve years I’d waited for this moment, and it was not the way I wanted it to happen. His tongue slid between my lips, parting them to deepen the kiss. While our lips were glued together, sadness breached my chest cavity. He wasn’t kissingme. To Riley, I was nothing more than a puck bunny to entertain him for the night—a woman who meant nothing to him.
Wait.No. Not like this.
After a moment, I let go of his shirt with a small shove, and he stumbled backward with a groan. My cheeks flushed with heat, and after a few heaving breaths, I turned to walk away with a grimace. It was the only way I could get away from the shame of letting his arrogance make my clit throb.
Without warning, pain radiated through my head as his fingers entangled in my hair. I gasped, my body whipped into his chest before he slammed me down onto the hood of his car, the shock taking my breath away.
“Threats like those are just foreplay to me, baby.” Riley licked the tears that formed and fell from my eyes from the harsh contact, grinning as he pressed his erection into the crack of my ass. My nipples hardened against the coolness of the hood, causing me to suppress a needy moan. “Now you’re on my radar. No matter where you run, I'll find you. I’ll always fucking find you,” he murmured into the crook of my neck.
Trying to calm my ragged breaths, I mulled over his words with a low chuckle. “Only if you can catch me, Mr. Kingston.”
His cold hand found its way under my shirt, and my whole body shivered from the contact. I fought against him as he moved lower, but I’d only succeeded in making my shirt ride up.
“You're going to be a welcoming challenge. I've waited so patiently to touch you, to break you in every way you need.So many nights wishing you were riding my cock, instead of showingmypussy to the world for a couple bucks.”
A small sob left me as I tried to understand. He’d been waiting? What the hell did that even mean?
Did he recognize me?
The wall around my heart cracked open just a bit, ashamed of how much I loved his filthy words and certainly not expecting him to match the cocky attitude I'd tried to deliver when we first made contact in the arena.
His hand dipped below the waistband of my leggings, causing goosebumps to form at the base of every raised hair on my body. His hot breath blew across the back of my neck as he spoke the next words; venom laced within his tone, challenging me. “Tell me to stop.”
But I didn’t want him to, and I found myself placing his hand exactly where I needed it. The thought of getting caught in this half-full parking garage while being worked over and panting like a whore only made me a soaking mess.
“That's what I thought,” Riley taunted. “Next time I see you, you’ll be begging for my cock. Begging for me to let you come.” My fingers dug into the hood, sounding like nails on a chalkboard as they ran down the cool metal. I growled in frustration as the coil forming deep within me was ripped away. “And I won’t allow it until you’ve exhausted all of your tears,” he whispered against my neck.
I scoffed. “You’re crazy if you think I'd ever beg you for a release I can give myself.”
In a flash, his hand came down on my ass. The pain spread quickly in ripples against my left cheek, causing me to cry out.
“The next time I touch you, I promise, you will be begging for it,” he growled.
Bracing for the next hit, my muscles tensed as he rested his hand over my ass instead, kneading some feeling back into mynumb cheek. He waited for the fresh breath of approval before he continued rubbing my clit with the other hand. I bit my lower lip, holding back a moan as he pinched it roughly between his fingers. I could feel myself throbbing beneath his touch, my thighs trembling with anticipation.
Before I had the chance to breathe, he shoved two fingers inside of me, his knuckles rubbing hard against my inner walls as I cried out with surprise. He moved in and out of me quickly, pumping a few times before removing his hand from my leggings completely. Spinning around, I watched in shock as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean without hesitation. The act rendered me speechless. I wanted more. Ineededit.
Grabbing my chin again, he leaned in and ran his nose along my cheek. “See how easy it is to control someone?” he whispered. “Now be a good little slut and get the fuck off my car.”
He released me, and I sprinted toward the elevator before he changed his mind. It didn’t matter that he didn’t finish me off. I just wanted out of there before the ground next to his car looked like the foot of Niagara Falls.
Chapter Four
Riley
