"It's a simple question, Colton." The older man pressed the end of the gun against my bleeding forehead, his finger resting on the trigger as my fiancée glanced at me with a loveable gaze. "Your future darling or the city."
The look in his eyes qui...
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The library was a sanctuary of hushed whispers and the scent of aged paper. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Angelica Sonnet, fiancee's name still a bittersweet sting on my tongue, stood on her tippy toes, reaching for a book on a high shelf. The leather-bound tome, its title hinting at forgotten lore, beckoned her.
I stood behind her which made her turn. I stood behind her, a smirk playing on my lips. I felt like looked like a predator to her, handsome and dangerous. Her eyes were a dull brown that held my gaze, my very soul. I reached for the book, effortlessly retrieving it.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper, laced with a tremor of fear.
I didn't respond, just handed her the book, my fingers brushing her hand in a fleeting touch that sent shivers down my spine.
She opened the book, its pages crinkling with age, seeking to lose herself in the world of words. But the weight of her situation, the brutal reality of her imprisonment, pressed down on her. She was a prisoner in this gilded cage, a pawn in my game.
I watched her, my gaze lingering on her face. "I hate the fact you chose to cover the marks I left on you, my dear." My voice was a low growl, rough and intimate. I moved closer, my presence radiating heat that made her shiver.
Angelica swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "Well, it would've been odd walking around with them decorating my skin," she said, trying to sound flippant, but the fear in her voice betrayed her.
My smirk widened, his fingers tracing a path down her neck, over the delicate skin she had painstakingly concealed beneath layers of foundation. The touch was a caress, a caress that sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over her.
"I'm going to mark every inch of you, dear," I whispered, my voice a dangerous promise.
I picked her up, causing her to wrap her legs around me, and pressed her against the bookshelf as I kissed and bit at her neck. She gripped my hair and moaned softly, and I couldn't help but chuckle against her skin. I placed her on her feet again, and this time I got down on one knee and lifted her leg, placing it on my shoulder as I lifted her dress.
"Try to be quiet, my angel," I whispered in her ear as I kissed her thighs, moving closer to her most intimate area. I shifted her panty to the side and gently kissed her clit, and I could feel her body tremble above me. I looked up at her and saw the most intense look of pleasure on her face, and I knew at that moment that I was lost.
As I continued to pleasure Angelica, I couldn't help but think about how wrong this all was. I was the villain, the one who was supposed to be cold-hearted and cruel. But here I was, falling for my hostage, my enemy's fiancée. And the worst part was, I couldn't bring myself to care.
As I gently bite down on her clit, I shove my fingers in her, causing her to release a gasp. I used my two fingers and slid them back out before shoving them back inside her wet core. I did this movement until her legs began to tremble. I lick and bite her clit, groaning at the fact she moved her hand into my hair so she had something to hold onto.
"Lennox." She was breathless.
I finger fuck her and suck her, "That's it, angel."
Her legs trembled and a sweet liquid stained my fingers and tongue. I remove my fingers and clean her with my tongue, the sweet taste of her pleased me. I stood up and held her, "Taste yourself, my dear. You're so sweet."
I shove my fingers into her mouth and watched her weakly suck on them.
"Good girl," I muttered, holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall.
