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“You’re perfect.”
He sat up. She panted beneath him as his penis rested against her stomach. The towel was gone, and he looked like the warrior he was, ripped and ready to fuck. His body was rigid, veins pulsing and muscles ripping. The killing urge was still on him. His mood saturated the room, flooding her body with a fight or flight response. Her mind was full of a strange buzzing noise that interfered with her ability to think. Her body was electrified while she was intimidated and confused as hell.
“You came here for this,” he stated.
She opened and closed her mouth.
He leaned down until his face was inches from hers. His good looks could deceive anyone into believing he had a heart of gold instead of one dark as sin.
“The moment I saw you, I knew we would end up here,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.
She quivered beneath him.
“You came here so I could give you this.” He rubbed his cock against her pussy. “What’s the problem? I know you’re not squeamish about blood or kills.”
His head dipped, and he kissed the corner of her lip and then trailed to her neck. Carmen stared up at the ceiling and tried to block out the physical pleasure. His hips moved against hers. The urge to spread her legs and take him warred with the urge to protect herself. If she fucked him, it would be over. But … something in her knew if she did that, it would change something fundamental in her. Something Lyla mentioned about Gavin cheating, about him pouring his darkness into whores slipped through her mind. If she played the whore and absorbed Angel’s darkness, would she come to crave it even more? Would she become an addict for what only he could give her?
He nuzzled her throat. “This necklace is in the way.”
Her eyes opened as he tossed the necklace on the mattress. She stared at it as he stroked her.
“What do you want, Carmen?”
The tidal wave of emotion she’d been trying to hold at bay swamped her. “I want to be happy,” she whispered.
“What will make you happy?”
“I want my life back.”
The sob caught both of them off guard. Grief gripped her heart and squeezed with a vengeance. She was dimly aware of Angel’s cheek brushing hers as he lifted his head.
“Carmen.”
She frantically flapped her hands in front of her face, but that didn’t help one bit. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Fuck.” Angel rolled off and settled on his back beside her.
“I-I—” she stammered and tried to get a hold of herself. “I want …”
She didn’t know what the fuck she wanted, not anymore. She didn’t expect to be lucky enough to have two great loves in her life, but with Marcus, she’d begun to believe she found someone who understood her eccentricities. That belief had been destroyed tonight, and when she visited the one person she thought would understand her, she realized she wasn’t ready for his level of dark. Her instincts had been right all along. She didn’t want to get involved with a crime lord. A part of her still wanted the white picket fence and a little Nora of her own. She wanted a man to go on the road with, a man to laze on the beach with. That wasn’t Angel, which left her with nothing. No safe place, nowhere to lick her wounds. Tonight had shattered her delusions and made her face cold, hard facts. She was well and truly alone.
“Why did you come here tonight?”
The calm tone made her peek at him. He lay beside her, as naked as the day he was born, hands folded on his stomach. She wanted to get the hell out of here, but that might incite him to chase, so she settled beside him, her shoulder touching his.
“I came to have raw, dirty sex,” she said.
“And you cried instead.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to be playing with a human for target practice,” she grumbled as she swiped at her eyes.
“He broke it off?”
The words raked at her. “Pretty much.”
“Bound to happen.”
She blew out a breath. “Yeah.”
