Gangster's Girl (Complete)

Chapter 12 - Part 1

It was the strangest thing to sleep in a bed beside Angel. He showered and got into the bed while I lay on my side, pretending to sleep in the darkness.

I was hyper aware of how the bed moved, knowing he was beside me. I wasn't sure this was something I was going to be able to get used. Being able to calm my mind enough to fall asleep was impossible and I lay there for a while, keeping my breathing stable hoping he would believe I was fast asleep when I wasn't. I could still feel his hands on me when he had man handled me from my room to his.

"Quit fidgeting," he said.

I frowned. Hadn't I been lying perfectly still?

"I'm not fidgeting," I huffed, trying to lie on my side with my back to him. "You riled me up and now you expect me to be calm enough to go to sleep."

"If you had just moved into my room like I asked you to I wouldn't have had to rile you up."

He had a way of making me angry with the least amount of effort. But there were times he made me feel so many other things and that's what made him much more dangerous to me.

"There are ways of helping you sleep..." His finger trailed along my shoulder and I held my breath. The soft touch was amplified in the darkness. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to consider accepting his proposition. Memories of him taking to me to heights I had never even been able to imagine.

Even though he annoyed me and at times I truly disliked him I couldn't refute the physical attraction I had for him, it made me weak.

I wanted to tell him no but no words came out when his hand moved from my shoulder down the length of my body. The exploration was slowly and deliberate as I held my breath, closing my eyes to concentrate on the feel of his touch.

I didn't want to think about all the reasons to stop him, instead I wanted to hold close every reason to let him touch me in a way only he could.

He drew closer and I could feel the heat from his body against the length of mine. I held my breath in anticipation of what he was going to do. His breath caressed the sensitivity of my ear as his hand moved into my pyjama shorts and down the front of my underwear to the junction between my thighs. I sighed as his finger traced my sex and his lips touched my throat. There were no words to describe the feeling.

When he touched me there was no denying the power he had over me, and in that moment I didn't care if it made me weak or tipped the balance of power into his favour.

"Do you like that Kira?" he whispered against my ear and I sighed as he inserted a debilitate finger into me.

My hips moved against his hand, striving for the release I know he would give me.

"Do you want more?" he asked stilling the movement of his hand. I protested. "Tell me you want more Kira."

I would have told him anything he asked, absolutely anything.

"I want... more," I whispered, not wanting him to stop for fear it would consume me.

His tongue traced my neck and I groaned as he added another finger inside me and began to move them in the same way he would fuck me.

My breathing grew heavy and I reached a hand behind me to hold his neck as he trailed kissed up to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

The ache between my thighs tingled and I strained my hips against the movement of his hand. I was wet and his fingers moved with ease inside me. His thumb moved to press down on the small bud and I panted, knowing I was even closer to coming than I had thought.

He knew exactly what to do and when, and I didn't care how he knew. Every women he had ever been with before mattered none. All that mattered was what he was making me feel.

My hand tightened and I gasped when my body tightened a moment before the orgasm trembled through me. My hold tightened on his neck. His teeth scrapped my neck and the mix of pleasure and pain intensified the moment. His hand continued to move, wringing every last moment of ecstasy before I lay sated, my body warm and satisfied.

Angel moved beside me and I realized when he moved above me he was naked. He knelt as he removed my bottoms. I sat up as he removed my top. When I lay back down he moved to kiss me. It was deep and I moved my arms to link around his neck to pull him closer as my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his arousal against my already slick core.

"I want you to fuck me," I said as I broke the kiss. There was no logic to my brazenness. It made no sense but I needed him more than I needed the air I breathed.

He moved to get some protection before he moved me onto my hands and knees in front of him. I knew the position but had never experienced it and I felt a moment of nervousness. I peered back as he positioned himself against my folds. With his eyes locked with mine he began to slide into me with ease and I stilled feeling the fullness of him. His hands held my hips in place, his eyes dark with desire as he sheathed his entire length in me.

My hands curled the sheet into fists as I gasped when he began to move. I moved to steady myself as he began to fuck me with deep deliberate strokes. I had never imagined being taken this way and all I could do was hold on while he joined our bodies together. His hands gripped my hips when he increased the speed of his thrusts and I panted.

The only sounds was our heavy breathing. I steadied my hands to be able to push back against him each time he thrust into me. He moved his hand to press down against my sensitive spot and I could feel myself nearing my next orgasm.

"Please Angel," I said, knowing he had the power of me.

"What do you want Kira?" he asked softly, moving over me, his chest against my back.

"Please make me come Angel."

He kissed my shoulder and began to fuck me again. Just as his finger circled and pressed against my clit which made me tumble and I came.

"Angel," I sighed as I rode it out.

His movements intensified and his strokes increased until he grunted and came. Digging his fingers into my hips that it caused a second of pain and I knew I would have bruises.

He held me in place as he emptied himself. I dropped my head before he moved away and I lay on the bed, moving onto my back.

There was no way to describe what had just happened. With him, it felt out of this world. Something I was sure I could never feel with anyone else.

His chest rose and feel with each breath and I watched him. His eyes moved to meet mine.

"I like it when you say my name when you come," he said softly as his hand caressed my face.

I beamed at him, feeling warmed by the small show of affection.

"I like it when you make me come."

He did something unexpected. He smiled and I felt a flutter inside my chest.

But when he moved off the bed I felt my heart drop and I hated the feeling of being used. How could he discard something that felt so special to me so easily?

I covered myself and lay on my side as I waited to hear the sound of the shower, feeling the heaviness in my chest intensify.

But I never heard the shower start. Instead I heard him return to the bed and get in.

He never touched me again but it was enough to have him beside me in the bed. It made me consider how little I expected from him. Right now this was enough but I wondered if it would always be. Especially when I knew that deep down that my feelings were changing for him. The dislike and hate was giving way to something I was too scared to admit.

I didn't want to admit to myself let alone to anyone else that I was starting to care for him a way that would allow him to hurt me in a way that no one else had the ability to.

With those deep thoughts I lay awake listening to the steady breathing of Angel in the bed next to me wondering how long it would be before I needed more than he was capable of giving me. He had already told me there would be no declarations of love, what would happen when he couldn't give what I needed.