Page 99 of Angel

He pulls out his phone, and he says gruffly, “Release the prisoners. Give them a ride home and make them aware of the consequences if they tell anyone about this.”

He cuts the call.

“It’s done.”

“Then we wait until I have evidence of that.”

He nods, a dark gleam in his eye as he unzips his pants. I swear I’m about to pass out as he advances toward me and palms his cock.

“Suck it.”

“No.”

I hold his gaze, trying so hard not to cry.

He pushes the barrel of the gun in my mouth and hisses, “If you don’t suck it then I’ll fuck you raw with the barrel of this gun.”

Tears blind me as he stands in front of me, his cock pressing against my closed mouth.

“Open wide, baby girl, daddy’s home.”

His evil laugh fills the room and calmly I reach out and take a deep breath.

I can do this. I must be strong and, leaning back, I smile up at him.

“You’re right, Emilio. I’m going to be your wife. I will be honored to be under your control.”

Excitement lights his eyes and he can’t contain a huge smile.

“I knew you would see it differently once I had explained.”

I point to the bed.

“Perhaps you should make yourself more comfortable.”

He nods, and I reach behind me and unzip my dress, the fabric falling off my shoulder, his gaze greedy as he openly stares.

“Take off your pants.”

I shimmy out of my dress, gazing at him with what I hope is lust, and he does as I say as I run my hands over my body.

“You turn me on, Emilio. What can I say? I’ve always loved a bad boy.”

“I knew it.”

He almost sounds triumphant. He lies back naked from the waist down and I straddle him, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl.”

He groans as my lips hover against his and, as his cock pushes against my panties, I gasp, “Emilio. You are so big.”

My lips dust against his and I run my hand under his shirt, connecting with the skin. “You feel so good.”

His hold relaxes as I run my other hand toward his cock and as he focuses on what happens next, I reach over, noting the gun resting beside him is loose in his hand.

I waste no time and as my lips claim his, he is distracted and I seize the gun, pull away and drive his own bullet through his brain.

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