Page 12 of Where Angels Fall

“Look at them. They have no idea you are over here, dripping like a whore, for a stranger,” he murmurs in my ear, his words forcing more tears to fall. “No idea what a perverted little girl you are.”

Another tear rolls down my cheek, shame burning hot in my stomach. Not as hot as my core.

Every nerve is firing, and I feel my orgasm looming. Like a warning I can’t ignore, sharp and uncontrollable, it leaves me trembling and exposed, aware that there is simply no coming back from this.

Another ding sounds from the elevator, and my eyes flutter shut, dread spiking through me.

“Look,” the criminal grits out, and I do.

My worst nightmare; stepping out of the steel cage. My father. He looks in our direction, noting my care still present, but he can’t see us hidden in the shadows. One hand coming up to adjust his pristine tie, he turns his attention back onto his phone as he makes his way to his black Lamborghini.

“Daddy dearest?” The man hums in my ear. It makes me sick what his voice does to me.

The way his fingers crook inside of me hits something deep and disastrous. My whine echoes through the car park, just in time to be drowned out by the roar of my father’s car.

Headlights shine in our direction. Every muscle in my body freezes. But he doesn’t. He continues to finger me roughly, holding my body hostage as he works me into a vibrating mess of need.

For a second, I think we’ve been caught. Think the headlights have illuminated us enough to shine a light on the depraved way he is making me feel. Then the car pulls out, tires squealing on concrete as he roars out of the car park.

Until we are all alone. Until it’s just me and the unhinged man behind me. Just his body ruining mine.

I thrash again, a futile attempt to rip myself from his grip. It just makes him laugh, tightening his grip on me while stretching my core in a near-painful way.

"I live and breathe with some of the worst maniacs that the human race has to offer,” he murmurs in my ear. The words barely sink in; everything inside of me focused on the way my insides feel like they are about to combust. The swelling pressure in my core and sparks of electricity shooting down my spine. “And yet this little blonde angel wanders into my club. Into my territory. And unfortunately for you… you’ve caught my attention.”

I whimper, shaking my head.

I don’t want his attention. I can’t have his attention.

“Please…” I sob, even though my back arches, nipples hardening against the material constricting my heaving chest. “Please stop.”

When his lips dust the space between my shoulder and neck, I feel his smile. The way his lips curl before he bites down on the tender spot, forcing a cry from my lips.

“I don’t think I will…” he whispers, so softly I almost miss the words.

Dread and something else… something much, much worse sinks through me.

“I’m... I’m...” I try to rasp out words, but they don’t come. Instead, my entire body locks up, muscles tight and spasming. He keeps fingering me, hard and deep, and when his thumb moves up to run over my clit, I explode.

I come right here, in the shadows of a musty, dim garage, to the hands of a dangerous stranger.

Big hands loosen their hold on me, my legs giving out the second my heels touch the ground. My hands slam against the concrete as I suck in deep, steadying mouthfuls of air.

I feel ruined. In a way I’ve never felt before.

That feeling, that all-consuming feeling of pleasure so real and raw. It’s foreign to me. Heightened by every shred of fear he caused and the pain his hands gave to me.

When I should be peeling myself off the floor, I’m trying to come back down to earth.

Hesitating, I turn to look over my shoulder. But he’s gone. Disappeared into the shadows as if he had never actually been here. Leaving me here on the ground in my torn clothing, to collect all my broken pieces and somehow put them back together.

Chapter 6

Maddison

My eyes are unfocused as I walk through the office, leaving a meeting with my father. I didn’t hear a word.

My mind is stuck on last night. So is my body, with the way my hands and knees still ache from colliding with the ground. And the way... The way my body came alive last night. Shame should be forefront in my mind right now, especially for what I did once I arrived back at my apartment in a daze.