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She’s my hell on Earth. My temptress. My Angel. It’s even in her fucking name Angel-ique.
It only took one heated glance, one mischievous smile, one rough hey for me to know my world was about to change. I didn’t know if the change would be good or bad, but I knew it would be irreparably life-altering.
I prayed my boyfriend would be the one to notice me, not the resident asshole in my life.
Mercy is not something I can ever expect from Gabriel. He fights me with words just as fiercely as he fights in the ring with every punch, kick, and chokehold.
The girly girl in me wants to be worshipped. The dirty girl wants to be ravaged.
His words feel like love, his touch a soothing balm to my cracked heart and broken promises. I want this. This intensity. I want him to love me like he used to—or love me all new. But love me either way.
I’m no good for my Angel. She’s meant for heaven, and I’m destined for hell.
When it comes to protecting my Angel, I’ll have no mercy.
I was desperate to get Austin’s attention. I got Gabriel’s instead.
A girl can only take so much Gabriel at one time. A much larger dose, and I might explode from exposure… Or embarrassment.
As much of an ass as he was in the end, he was my savior in the beginning.
I couldn’t admit—even in all the years we were together—I love football because it was the only thing my dad liked about me.
The man he is now is not the boy I fell in love with. I doubt I’ll ever see him again.
“Have you never had Gabriel’s breakfast?” I scoff, “No. He’d rather kill me than cook for me.”
His assholiness is a defense against the power of your pussy.”
I thought my father was bad, but he never touched me. He just never did anything for me either. He acted like I wasn’t there, like I wasn’t worth the air he breathed or the ground he walked on until the day he walked out.
I was so busy focusing on building the wall between us to keep her safe from the likes of me, I didn’t ensure she was safe from Austin. I never thought he’d harm a hair on her head.
I pause, my back to him, unwilling to show what his new pet name does to me. For the last thirty minutes he’s made me feel like less than the dirt on his shoes, and that one word—Angel—has tears threatening and hope blooming that I’m not nothing to him too. That he’s not discarding me like my father and Austin so easily did.
I see a broken angel I want to scoop up in my arms and heal with my words, my body, and promises that I’ll never hurt her like he did.
I’ve had my blinders on for the past five years. It should be a piece of cake, but I’ve seen the promised land. I’ve held it in my arms. I’ve cared for those fields. I’ve stood as sentry, protecting it. Now I want to dwell in it. I want to take up residence and never leave.
“I hate you,” I mutter, trying to dislodge my hand from his. “No, you don’t.” He picks me up with gentle ease as if I weigh nothing, kissing my forehead and whispering against my skin, “You only wish you did.”
“I need to find my own place. Stand on my own two feet.” You don’t have to leave me to be strong, Angel.
I’ve never been on my own.” Being alone is overrated.
“I need to know I can do it.” Fuck. She needs room to bloom.
I’d rather live in shit than be a shit.”
she says she needs. Space. But fuck if that space isn’t strangling me.
“You’ve never been one of anything. You’ve always been the one and only.”
Cupping my ass, he pulls me flush against him, his hands kneading my flesh. “Let me take care of you. Let me worship you.” The naughty girl in me screams yes, please! The good girl in me screams it’s about time!
“Gabriel,” she cries against my lips. Cupping her face, I hold her gaze. “I cared, Angel.” I pull out and pause at her entrance. Her eyes water, and I thrust in again. “I care so fucking much, it scares me.” “I thought you hated me.” Her hand brushes my cheek as tears run down the corners of her eyes, and that damaged organ in my chest breaks. “I never have.” I kiss her tears. “I never could.”
“You’re mine now, Angel.” Not fucking his. “You’ve always been mine.”
“Angel.” He tenderly caresses my cheek. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, especially when I have you as inspiration.” He pulls my leg up over his hip and pushes inside me, groaning, “Fuck. Tell me we don’t need a condom.”
I move under him, loving the weight of his body on mine, his strength and power, all focused on me.
I feel like a goddess in his hands. Like I could do no wrong. Like I could have no better body. Like I couldn’t be a better lover. All of which I know are not true, but for the moment, in his eyes, I am all of those things.
She’s not a toy to be claimed. She’s a woman to be worshipped.
“Mercy is granted not earned,”
Fuckwad. “He’s an idiot for not holding on to you, Frankie.” I kiss her swollen lips and pull back to capture her glassy eyes. “I won’t make the same mistake.”
I’m going to regret it tomorrow, but my Angel is worth the sacrifice. Any sacrifice.
I wrap my arms around his waist and press the side of my face against his chest and hug him. His muscles flex, and his breath catches. “Frankie?” he asks seconds before hugging me back. I sink into his warmth and let out a sigh of contentment. He curls around me, his head resting on mine, his entire body encapsulating me in his hard planes and tattooed art. “Angel.” It’s a prayer whispered into my hair and wraps around my broken heart. It’s power threatening to heal and mend what I never thought possible.
“Anything for you.” …and for the first time in a long time, I believe in a man who’s giving me more than he’s taking.
“Fuck, Frankie.” He bends till his breath is teasing my neck, his eyes still slanted on me. “I want to fuck you in the center ring, so they all know you belong to me.”
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I’ve wanted you before I knew you were his. I don’t plan on letting him get in the way of having you now.”
“First off, don’t let me hear you comparing yourself to ring-chasers ever again.” He points at me. “You hear me? You and them aren’t even in the same universe of hot.”
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He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Angel, you’re not gettin’ me.” A quick press of his mouth to mine, and his fiery eyes are on me again. “They’re not in the same universe of hot as you. Feel me?”
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“Because you were mine even before I knew you were his.” I swallow around the lump in my throat. “And now?” “And now, I’m claiming what’s always been mine.” His voice is so soft, belying the intensity of his words.
“Make no mistake, Angel. I’m playing for keeps.”
“I gotta go kick some ass now.” He steps back, hands on my hips until I’m steady. “You got visions of guys hitting on you taunting me.” He cracks his neck. “I need to reinforce my claim.”
The lion marking his lioness. The beast claiming his beauty. The devil loving his angel.
he fills an emptiness I didn’t even know was there until Austin’s absence ripped open a void his love masked but never truly filled. Remarkably, Mr. Asshole fills it, and fills it, and fills it. His tender ways and beastly claim over me are the magic touch I was missing. Who knew? I think he did.
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Wow. I knew it was too much to believe Mr. Asshole wouldn’t make another appearance. He snuck in on me after my defenses were down. After I believed I could possibly be more to him than just a hole to fuck.
