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Monster’s bodymoved over mine. Slowly, relaxed. Each movement of his hips as he pushed himself into my body was calculated. Designed to bring me maximum pleasure.
This was a new side of him. A kinder, more gentle side. I tried to stay with him. To give him my whole attention and just be in the moment, but I couldn't do it.
He wasn't fucking me. He was making love to me and it made what I had to do a million times harder. If he was rough, I could pretend that what I was feeling was nothing but lust. But when he was like this? When he was loving and looking at me with so much feeling in his eyes that it made it hard to breathe, I couldn't pretend.
I couldn't even pretend to pretend.
I had found something in Monster that I hadn't even known I was looking for. A chance to be happy and I couldn't keep it. Even as his body moved inside of mine, filling me and drawing long, breathless cries from me, I knew I couldn't hold on to the happiness.
It was slipping between my fingers.
“Come for me, Angel.” Monster nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his lips trailing over my pulse point. “Angel.” He reared back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he filled me. “Fuck, Angel, I will never get tired of being inside of you.” Sweat beaded his face as he slipped from my body. Collapsing onto his back, he instantly reached for me. His calloused fingers worked against my clit. “You didn't cum.” His words were a growl in my ear as he pressed harder. “I think I need to rectify that, don't you?”
I tried to smile, tried to get into it as he slipped his way down my body, kissing down my stomach and taking his time about it. Any normal woman would have been more than happy to have a man like Monster tongue fucking them into oblivion.
But all I could think of was that this was going to be the last time I would ever be with him.
28
ANGELA
“Angela.”My father’s greeting was warm as he kissed my cheeks. His hands were firm on my shoulders. His voice might have been that of a loving father saying hello to his daughter, but his eyes told a different story. They were cold. The look he gave me was one of pure disgust.
In the last few weeks I had shattered any illusions he had of me. I had spent years pretending to be someone I wasn't all because I wanted to be free of him. And even though I was free, I was about to put myself back exactly where I had started. Shackled. Imprisoned. It didn't matter what words you used to describe it.
I would sacrifice my freedom so Monster could be free.
“Hello, Dad.” I couldn't bring myself to call him Daddy. Not any longer. I could barely bring myself to call him Dad. A loving dutiful daughter I wasn't, but he was just as bad. A real father would have been happy that his daughter had found someone she wanted to spend her life with. A real father wouldn't force his daughter to marry someone twice her age just because it looked good on paper.
A real father would have wanted me to be happy.
“I've ordered you a white wine spritzer.” Totally at ease, he slipped into his seat, folding his hands on the pristine white tablecloth. I followed suit with a frown on my face.
“Thank you, but I won't be drinking.”
His grey, bushy eyebrows slammed down as he scowled at me. “You can’t mean…” his eyes darted downwards, “Angela you can't possibly mean... Is that the reason for this whole mess - you got yourself into trouble?”
The old me would have laughed, but I wasn't the same woman as I used to be. Being with Monster had matured me, made me into a better person. Which was surprising seeing as I wasn't sure he was entirely a good person.
He was my person though and that was all that mattered.
Shaking my head, I pushed the wine glass into the middle of the table. It was easier looking at that than at my father. “No.” I said, finally shaking my head. “It's nothing like that. I'm not pregnant.”
Part of me wished I had been though. It was one sure fire way of getting my father to drop the stupid notion of me marrying well. He would have had no choice but to leave me and Monster alone if I was growing a little monster in my belly. I wanted to believe that, but deep down I knew the truth.
My father was on a one-man mission to ruin Monster.
It wouldn't matter to him whether I was carrying Monster's child or not, the same as it didn't matter to him if he made me happy. My daddy dearest wanted Monster in prison and he wouldn't stop until it was done.
The only way I could see him backing down was if I agreed to marry who he had chosen for me.
“Well that's good to know. At least you have been careful in that regard. Unlike...”
I cut him off. I didn't want to listen to him giving me a lecture about my poor life choices.
“I want you to leave Monster alone.”
