Angel (8 page)

“Chastity?”  An irritated male voice barks and the grizzly roars to life between my ears.  Four more steps and I meet him inside the office doorway.  “Is that you—” Those are the last words the fucker gets out before his jaw and my knuckles are introduced.

My other hand juts forward and clutches his windpipe.  My nerves sizzle and my jaw aches as I grind my teeth.  The thought of anyone else touching her, anyone else expecting her to touch them, turns off any parts of the civilized Magnus.

I want to see blood, hear bones cracking; I want to hear him beg for his life.

I want to hear him apologize for hurting her.  I want him to realize she is forever out of his reach.  Because she belongs to me. And no one will ever get through me.

My gaze sharpens, I know this asshole from the other store.  His eyes are bulging from his skull and his hands slap with a feeble attempt to pull mine from around his throat.

I shift my shoulders, pulling him around me to slam him into the wall, his feet barely touching the ground.  My hatred for this man is matched by my hatred for myself.

Why did I wait?

Why didn’t I take care of her sooner?

I
let this happen, and that is going to haunt me.  Because she’s my responsibility.  I’ve known that since the moment I saw her, and I hate that I was so self obsessed.  My own turmoil and past kept me from her and led to her getting hurt.

“I could kill you.”  I spit the words into his face, tightening my grip and turning his head to the left against the wall with a thud. 

“Magnus—”  Angel’s voice cuts through my rage.  “Don’t, please, just take me away from here.  If you do this, you can’t be here for me.”

No other voice but hers could reason with me right now. 

I drop the piece of human filth like a lead weight, not caring if the fall breaks him.  He crashes to the floor, knocking over a waste basket and landing forward on his face, blood streaming in a long string from the gash on his lip.

“You don’t deserve to live.”  I kick the spilled garbage over him but it’s her I need to care for right now.

My Angel turns her lips upward and then sticks her tongue out at the lump of flesh on the floor.

“You wanna take a shot?”  I can’t help it – she looks so fucking cute staring him down with me at her back.

“Naw.  I think you covered it.”

A relieved smile breaks out on her lips, like finally she knows she’s going to be safe, and it’s so damn beautiful.  She just made me her bitch.  My cock is diamond hard, but at least today I wore armor, two layers of
Under Armor
, and it’s still barely enough to trap my dick so it won’t scare anyone within a hundred yards.

“Come here.”  I lean down and I can’t help myself.  I have to pick her up. She gives me a quizzical stare for just a moment, but she’s light as a feather, and when she opens her legs and wraps them around my waist, I know what it means to love someone more than yourself. 

By most people’s standards I barely know her, but I know what’s mine and I will protect her and love her until the last breath I take.

I start to lead us toward the back door as she brings her hands to the back of my neck.

“Wait.”  Her eyes go wide and my heart sinks.  “My purse.  It’s in the office. On the floor.”  The sparkle in her eyes turns dark, her fear returning for a moment. She doesn’t yet realize that I am her shield against anything and anyone that could harm her from here on out.

I’m at the office door again in three huge strides keeping her tight against my chest.

She clings to me, her sweet warm breath floating next to my ear and bolts of dangerous sexual energy ripple through my body.  “That’s Eddie.”

“Um hum,”  I grunt, giving him the stink eye. He’s managed to get himself on all fours and that’s exactly where a bitch like him belongs.  “Don’t get up.  You stay right down there until we’re out that back door.  And if you ever do anything to hurt her again, I’m going to tear out your throat with my teeth.  And that includes you thinking you should call the cops. Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”

“Fuck you.  I’ll call the fucking cops and you’ll be banged up right where you belong, motherfucker.”  Eddie manages to rise to his knees.  His bravado is only half-cocked but I can’t believe he’s even this brave.

“You want to call them?”  I step forward and watch him flinch.  “Sure, you could.  But you and I both know that’s not in your best interests, don’t we?”  Eddie’s eyes narrow as he grabs a handful of napkins from the top of the desk and wipes the bloody saliva from his chin.

“Magnus, please can we go?”  Angel’s hands squeeze my shoulders, making me sigh even through my anger. 

“I know you, I know everything.  You’re like an open book.”  I wag my finger at him.  “Why’d your wife leave you, Eddie?  Huh?  Maybe we should call her and find out.”  I taunt him.  His eyes are wide, glancing between Cassie’s face and mine.

I know it must look fucking bizarre how I’m carrying her like a doll on my hip, but it’s the most perfect spot and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks.  Least of all him.

He licks his lips and falls back on his heels.  His chest deflates a bit and he stares at the wall. Anyone that was around her, I did some digging and made sure I knew who they were, and this piece of shit has some background that would not work in his favor if he called the police.

“That’s what I thought.”

I turn to gather Angel a little higher on my hip.  Her eyes are darting from me to Eddie, then back as I secure her.

“We’re done here.”  Three steps and we are on our way out the office door.  And that’s when Eddie barks at us from behind.

“You’re not safe with him, Chastity.  Maybe you should find out who
he
is.  The things
he’s
done!”

A knot tightens inside me as I step up the pace of our retreat.  Angel is quiet by my side, but Eddie’s last words scratch in the back of my brain.

W
e’re in the car and I’m having a very hard time not pulling her over to me and tearing her clothes off.  The need that courses through me cannot be contained much longer, and if the way she allowed me to carry her out of that place was any indication, the months of subtle cues and clues about who we are and how we feel about each other simply needs to be unearthed once and for all.

“I guess I’m out of a job.”  Angel’s got her hands in her lap and I love that she looks over at me when she says it. 

The energy is charged; the inside of the car nearly vibrates in the space between us.  The way she’s clasping one hand inside the other, then releasing and doing it again tells me she’s feeling it too.

“Do you really want that job?” I ask.

I want her in my bed, in my house, so that I can take care of her every want, need, and desire, and I’m fairly sure this job will get in the way of my plans.  But if she loves it, then I’ll make it right and have a chat with Eddie to be damn sure she is not only secure in her job but that he finds himself new employment elsewhere.  Because if she wants to go back to work, I get it, but there is no fucking way that jagoff is going within ten miles of her ever again.

“I don’t mind it.  And I have bills to pay.  And it could be worse.”  She brushes her hands across her forehead, then fusses with the neckline of her rose pink sweater.  The way the buttons down the front strain over the swell of her tits has my mouth watering to taste them.

“Okay.  Then you don’t work there anymore.  You don’t have bills to pay; you don’t need to worry about that now.”

I slip the key into the ignition and roar the Charger to life.  I can see her nipples pressing out from the clinging pink fabric and I can’t deny how badly I want to suck those nipples hard and full until my mouth is stuffed with her.  I want her innocence around me, and I want to make her filthy with every depraved fantasy I’ve had for the last three months.

I want the world to see the sweet, naive girl, but behind my doors I want her completely at my mercy.  Available and greedy for me as I am for her.

“But—”

“Stop.”  I turn to her with a harder voice than intended, but suddenly all the waiting has come to a peak and I don’t just want to start at the beginning with her.  I put the car into reverse, thinking of where I want to take her.

I don’t want a date.  I want a life.  And I want it now, with her. “We’ll talk about that later.”  I reach over and draw her hand away from her neck where she can’t seem to stop fidgeting.

Her eyes fall from mine, looking everywhere but my direction.  I press on the gas, the car inching backwards out of the parking space.

“I want to take you to my family’s house on Lake Sherwood.  It’s only twenty minutes from here.  Let’s go there and talk.  I want to know so much more about you.  I want to know everything about you.  Would you like that?”

I want to jump right over the impatient, self-conscious beginnings of this and straight into showing her what her new place in the world will be.  With me eating her pussy or her between my legs with either her hand or her mouth on my cock.

I want to move her in, but I’ll hold back.  Because I have to, for her sake.

“Sure.  This has been a very strange day.”  The soft giggle that falls from her sweet lips tightens my chest and thickens my cock until it can barely be contained. 

“I know things have been bad for you today, Angel, but I hope they’re also starting to become good. Because this is quickly becoming the best day I’ve had in as long as I can remember.”

Her hesitant, sweet smile lights up my heart and I swear her shoulders quiver as she starts to laugh, the tension of what’s just happened starting to ease.  When I give her fingers a little squeeze and she returns the same, I feel like the world has become a more beautiful place. There’s fucking rainbows and unicorns dancing around in my head. Maybe that’s fucking crazy but it’s true.

I reach my left hand across my body to put the Charger in drive because I refuse to let go of her hand.  As I ease the car forward, I hear the soft sigh that tumbles from her ripe, glazed lips and I imagine what sounds she will make the first time my tongue slips inside her cunt.

Hell, I’m almost afraid of the sounds
I
will fucking make the first time I get my mouth on her innocence.  I know a lot of people think I’m half animal already, and fuck, maybe I am because the thought of her flavor as it spreads over my tongue has rumbles and growls already surfacing from some primal part of me I’ve never known before.

The sound of her happiness is my muse.  It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve heard before and it makes me wonder what I will do when I hear her cum for the first time.  It may just be what kills me.

We’re at the back of the parking lot when she draws our entwined fingers over onto her thigh, hiking up the hem of her skirt a little.  I’m not even sure she knows why she’s doing it, but I do.  As she exposes the warm, silky skin, my ability to concentrate on driving gives out.

I aim the car into the furthest back corner of the lot, where huge oak trees overhang, nearly covering us, then I put it back in park and release her fingers from mine. The windows are nicely tinted as well, so I’m sure no one will be able to see.  I’m greedy to feel her flesh under my palm.  Even now my fingers are tightening on the inside of her thigh, and I just wish I were kissing her there.

“Why are we stopping?”

“Because, Angel, I can’t wait.  There are things I can’t stop thinking about, things I want to do to you, and I’m afraid I will drive us off the road if I don’t get some relief.  I can’t stop thinking of how your cunt will taste, how your tongue will feel inside my mouth, and that’s just the beginning.”  I search her face, almost shocked at the honesty and vulgarity of my own words.  I fully expect her to smack my hand away.  But somehow I know it won’t matter.  What’s mine is mine, and sooner or later she will come to understand.

But my Angel has a surprise up her sleeve for me.

“Why aren’t you kissing me then?”  She pushes my hand another two inches up her silky skin, turning her body my way, and my mind goes blank.

For the space of a single breath, my life is focused on those beautiful words, and I can hear my blood pumping in my ears.  A single sentence, but it means the universe to me.

You’ve never seen such a giant man move so quickly.

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MAGNUS