Angel (#4) | ✐

11. Back To Bed

"Are you dying?"

Waking up to my phone ringing wasn't the best way to start my day. Seeing the name that calls me makes me want to send an atomic bomb to his exact coordinates and watch as he disintegrates from existence.

Dean shuffles, "Not exactly."

"Is anybody I know and love dying?" I ask, careful not to wake Talia up from what seems to be a deep sleep.

Convincing her to sleep in my bed might've been the hardest thing I've done in my lifetime, and I've peeled a man's skin off with a spoon. It didn't come without her throwing nasty words at me and ultimately turning her back to me in bed, but it was better than nothing.

"No. Wait, why are those two different questions —"

"Then why the fuck are you breathing in my ear right now?" I whisper harshly.

"Yeah, yeah," I can almost hear him rolling his eyes, "'You've killed people for less.' Listen, I'm bored. Can you teach me how to kill people again?" It's like he can hear the poison in my breathing because he quickly intercepts my thoughts, "Kidding, kidding. Adalena told me to call you. Check if you need company over there in ... where are you again?"

I roll my eyes, "You called me to ... tienimi compagnia (keep me company)?"

There's a pause, "I'm gonna pretend that was English." It escapes me for a moment that he doesn't know a speck of Italian considering his deadbeat (and dead) father abandoned him but the reminder is welcome.

Actually nothing about his call is welcome.

Especially when Talia suddenly turns and faces me, eyes still closed and chest still rising and falling steadily showing that she's still asleep.

"And I'm going to pretend that you don't exist."

"Don't you already do —"

I hang up before he can finish his sentence.

"Are you usually that rude?" Talia's morning voice sends shivers down my spine.

I rest my forearm over my eyes, avoiding looking at her because if I do, I know the only thing I'll think about is sliding my afternoon wood between her plump lips.

"Only to people I don't like," I respond, finally allowing myself to relax. I know behind the blackout curtains I have, the sun is high and bright in the sky — a result of going to bed after the sun rose and waking up only hours later. I sigh, "Go back to bed."

"Why am I here, Angel?" The words that fall from her tongue fall softly. So softly that I almost fell for her illusion of innocence.

"Go back to bed," I repeat.

She props herself up on her elbow and rests her temple on the palm of her hand, "Are you trying to protect me?"

"Do you think you need protecting?" My voice comes out as a grumble as I think I can cut this conversation short but I realize I'm mistaken when I feel her soft hand touch my arm and remove it from its place over my eyes.

I bend my knees, trying to disguise the tent between my legs that appears at the sight of her face. She bites her bottom lip and her fingernail ghosts along my arm that she hasn't released.

"No."

"Then I'm not protecting you."

She rolls her eyes and sits up completely. That's not what throws me off.

It's her leg moving to the other side of my body as she sits on me. Right on top of my dick. I hold back the groan that fights to escape me and instead try to focus my efforts on making sure she doesn't seduce me into giving her the answers she wants.

Of course it took me some time to realize but I know the type of person she is. When she knows what she wants, she won't stop until she gets it. She's observant, knows weak points and how to appeal to them.

Hell, I might've been too obvious in her body being my weakness when it comes to her. Yeah, because telling her she's the best pussy I've ever had wasn't obvious enough.

I try to give her as much nonchalance as I can without throwing her off me and going to sleep on the couch downstairs but not even that seems to be working when she lowers her chest to mine and takes my hands in hers.

In one swift move, she reaches them above my head and plants them on the headboard, her eyes almost pleading with me to not overpower her.

I smirk, "Is this you saying you want my company too?"

There's no smile on her face as her hips begin to rock against mine, "Angel," she whispers, her lips barely brushing against mine, "How much do you know?"

She's so close that when I lick my lips, my tongue brushes against her bottom lip and her mouth opens out of temptation.

"How much do you want me to know?"

"Stop patronizing me," She deadpans, slowly retreating. Her grip around my hands tighten and my dick immediately twitches. She shifts more of her weight onto my lap and applies more pressure. If I focused hard enough, I could feel her pussy pulsate against me.

I can't stop my smile from growing. She's so cute, "Stop trying to have sex with me."

"I'm not trying to have sex with you, you egotistical asshole." She scoffs and goes to get up but I quickly stop her. I escape her grasp and wrap my arms around her waist quick enough so I can switch places with her. She writhes under me as I wrap a hand around her neck and hold her two wrists above her head with my other.

My hold on her neck is loose enough so she can gulp and her eyes turn doe, almost like she flipped a switch in her mind.

"Okay," She rolls her eyes and bites her lip, "I'm not trying to have sex with you right now."

"That won't work, tesoro," My eyes scan her position — her heaving chest, plump lips, sexed out eyes. So helpless, beautiful, so fucking sexy. "You're a smart woman. You know what I want, I have a partial understanding of what you want. How about we come to an agreement?"

She huffs, "And what would that be?"

"You stop trying to outsmart me and I'll be your personal puttana — or whore as you Americans say."

Her scoff of disbelief comes out as laughter, "What makes you think that's what I want?"

I shrug, loosening my grip on her wrists but roll my hips into her parted legs. Her jaw falls open and a soft moan escapes her.

"Just a guess."

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