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“It's strange isn't it?” Monster’s voice was barely a whisper. He had asked a question but he didn't give me time to answer before he carried on. “I've never slept in the same bed as a woman before. I never wanted to. But with you…”
I stayed silent, just staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
“With you I…I want to.”
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I must have fallenasleep before he got out of the shower, even though it was already morning and I had been about to start my day. When I finally opened my eyes, he was asleep next to me. One tattooed arm was thrown up to cover his eyes.
It gave me the perfect opportunity to look at him, without him asking what I was staring at.
He was beautiful. He called me Angel but he was the one who looked like one. How could someone so angelic looking hide such a dark soul? And his soul was as black as mine. I had recognised a kindred spirit the moment I had seen him. It was what made him so attractive to me. What made us such a perfect match.
Except we weren’t a match, this was a business deal. Monster was with me because of the pay-out I would give him at the end of it, nothing more. There were no romantic feelings between us. Not on his part anyway. On mine? Personally, if I had been the kind of woman who would ever fall in love it would have been with a man like him.
“You're such a creeper, Angel.” Monster chuckled with his eyes closed and I jumped in shock. “Watching me sleep.”
Gathering my wits back about me, I laid my hand on his chest, staring down at his face. Still he didn't open his eyes. “You weren't asleep, Monster,” I whispered. My hand moved up and down his naked chest, mapping out the hard lines of his muscles with my fingertips.
“No, I wasn’t,” he admitted. “I was just enjoying the feel of your body wrapped around mine.” Finally, his eyes drifted open.
“I could wrap something else around you if you like.” Playfully, I slipped my hand under the covers, my fingers dancing over his lower stomach.
Monster’s eyes widened. “Now you're talking, Angel.”
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ANGELA
I curledmy hand tightly around the base of his shaft, my fingers squeezing in a rhythmic kind of way. I didn't take my eyes off his face. I liked seeing the reaction I had on him and I loved the way his face got slack when he lost control.
I craved seeing that look on his face more than I craved the chocolate cake I had an addiction to.
“Like this?” I moved my hand up and down tantalisingly slowly. God, I loved teasing him.
“Yeah like that.” He didn't move to touch me, just laid there with his hands behind his head and his eyes staring straight up at my face as I leant over him. “Just like that.” His voice had turned husky, the breath catching in his throat. “A man could get used to this,” he added with a lazy smile.
I could get used to it as well, but I wasn't about to admit that to him. I could barely manage to admit it to myself. I, Angela Monroe, ice queen, was starting to actually like the man whose cock I was working up and down. And not just in a physical way, I liked having his warmth next to me in bed, and the way he was protective. I liked the way he made me feel wanted and accepted just by looking at me.
I liked the way he called me Angel.
Jesus H Christ I just liked him.
“Harder, baby.” Monster’s voice was growing gruffer. My relentless teasing was doing its magic. “Faster. Please.” There was a note of begging in his voice. He needed me to speed things up and I was eager to please him.
“Baby?” I leant over him, my breasts scraping against his rock-hard chest. “I thought I was your angel?”
Monster’s face twisted into a grin. “You are my angel, but right now I think the devil is more apt. Stop fucking teasing me, woman,” he growled out. “I either need you to sit on my dick or have it between your lips. Either way is fine by me just stop teasing before…”
“Before you do what?” I didn't increase my pace. As much as I wanted to do all the things he had just mentioned, I also wanted him at my mercy. I wanted complete control of the situation.
“Before...” A snarling sound filled the room, and using his much bigger body, Monster flipped me. I let out a squeal of delight as his heavy frame came down over mine, pressing me down into the mattress. The look in his eyes as he stared down at me could only be described as a look of ownership.
My heart slammed into my ribcage. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Sure, I had seen lust mirrored in men's eyes all the time, but nothing like the way Monster was gazing down at me. It was more than lust. It was something far purer. He wanted to possess me.
If we had been alive a few thousand years earlier, no doubt he would have hit me over the head and dragged me back to his cave. Whatever had happened to Monster when he was locked up had shifted something inside of him.
I was his now. Whether I liked it or not.
