Chapter 123 - ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

Chapter 123: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

ANGEL

One round. Clean. A neat hole appeared between Dr. Moreau’s eyes.

Her expression didn’t have time to change. She was dead before the thought of death could reach her, the gun clattering from her hand as she hit the floor.

I hoped she was already rotting in hell.

I was screaming, my throat raw as I ran for Daddy.

He was on the ground with two bullets in him, blood spreading across his shirt in two dark blooms that kept growing with every beat of his heart. The taser effects had faded and his body was no longer rigid, but he was struggling, his hands pressing against the concrete, trying to push himself up even as his blood pooled beneath him. So much blood. Too much blood.

I almost reached him, just as I began to lean to grab Daddy’s hand.

Damien caught me around the waist.

He yanked me backward against his chest so hard the air left my lungs, my ribs screaming in protest. His grip was iron, one arm locked around my midsection like a steel band. I could feel every hard line of him pressed against my naked back. The heat of his body. The steady rhythm of his breathing.

And something else.

Pressing against my lower back. Hard. Rigid. Growing harder with every second I struggled against him.

The sick fuck was hard. He was actually erect right now, with Daddy bleeding out on the floor, and me fighting in his arms. This was turning him on. My terror, my desperation, my body thrashing against his—all of it was getting him off.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed, kicking and thrashing, my nails raking down his forearm, drawing blood. I felt skin tear under my fingers, and he didn’t even flinch. If anything, his grip tightened, pulling me harder against him, against that rigid heat I could feel even through his clothes.

"DADDY! DADDY, HE’S DYING!"

"Enough." Damien barked unfeelingly, his voice almost furious.

"LET ME GO!"

"You’re coming with me, Angel. We’re leaving."

"HE’S BLEEDING! HE NEEDS—"

"He needs to die. I’ve waited long enough to take back what’s mine." Damien’s mouth found my ear, his hips pressed forward, making sure I felt every inch of what was straining against his pants. "And I need you. Feel that, baby girl? Feel what you do to Daddy even now? Even covered in blood and screaming like a feral animal, you make me so fucking hard I can barely see straight."

My stomach heaved. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to tear his throat out with my teeth and watch him choke on his own blood.

"Get off me." I hissed.

"Never." He chuckled against my ear, the sound vibrating through my body. "I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Angel. Dreaming about it. Jerking off to the thought of having you in my arms again. And now here you are. Naked and fighting and so fucking beautiful I could die happy right now."

"Then fucking die!"

"Not until I fuck you, little girl." His hips rolled against my back in a slow, filthy grind. I could feel his throbbing cock against my bare ass now. He was making sure I felt every inch of what was waiting for me.

"Stop it." I hissed, bile rising in my throat.

"Never." His eyes were fixated hungrily on me, drinking in every reaction. "I’ve been hard since I walked through that door and saw you play with that pussy for me to watch. Shame you couldn’t make yourself cum for me." He ignored my furious glare, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "But tonight, you will. You’ll fucking cum for me, won’t you?"

"Don’t you fucking touch her." Vincenzo’s voice cut across the room like a blade, and when I looked, he was pushing himself up on one arm, his shirt soaked dark with blood. His skin was ashy now, and the sight of him made tears thicken in my throat.

"You know what your problem is, Vin?" Damien didn’t even bother looking at him, his grey eyes fixed on my mouth with an intensity that made my stomach turn. "You still don’t register that you fucking lost. You can’t even keep her. Everything that happened while I was away was just borrowed time. You were just keeping her warm for me. She was always meant to come back to me. You kept her in a cage made of pink walls and stuffed animals, treating her like a porcelain doll while she was desperate to be touched. Desperate to be seen as more than just your pretty little girl. I gave her what she needed. I saw what she really was, the pretty slut she could be, and I made her into it."

His hand stroked down my throat, traveling across my stomach, possessive and claiming.

"She was mine first. I cracked this pussy first. I taught her everything her body knows. Every moan, every whimper, and how she likes to be fucked—that was me. You’re just enjoying the training I gave her."

Damien’s thumb found my nipple and circled it slowly while his cock pressed harder against my back. And then he tugged. I clamped my lips, unwilling to let the cry escape. He stretched the small pebble harder, twisting it between his fingers.

"Won’t you scream for me," he taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. This time when he yanked, a cry escaped from me, pain firing through my nipple like electricity.

He laughed viciously, the sound echoing off the walls. "Watch this, Vin." Damien’s smile stretched even broader, making sure Vincenzo saw everything.

Then his mouth crashed against my sobbing lips.

Hard. Brutal. His lips crushing against my mouth while I screamed against them, my teeth searching for anything to bite. He kissed me the way he always had on the island—possessive, consuming, taking whatever he wanted because no one had ever been able to stop him. Because he believed, truly believed, that I belonged to him. That my body was his property to use however he pleased.

I bit his lip. Hard enough to feel flesh tear between my teeth. My mouth was flooded with his blood, hot and copper-tasting.

He pulled back with a hiss, red smeared across his mouth like war paint, and then he laughed. Low and dark, looking genuinely pleased as he licked the blood from his lips with enjoyment glittering in his eyes. Like my violence was foreplay to him.

"Still biting." His eyes gleamed with something that looked horribly like affection.

"Fuck, I missed this. I missed the fight in you, baby girl. The way you squirm and scratch and bite like a little wildcat." His hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back until my throat was bared to him, my spine arching painfully, my body bent like a bow.

"Vincenzo tried to tame you, didn’t he? Tried to make you soft. But you’re not soft. You’re feral. You’re mine. And I’m going to spend every day for the rest of your life reminding you of that."

From the corner of my eyes, I saw something move.

Daddy.

Slowly and quietly inching toward a gun, his movements careful, despite the blood still pouring from his wounds.

Damien was still distracted with me.

"Kiss me again, I’ll tear out your lips!" I hissed at Damien, meeting his gaze head on, making sure his attention stayed on me. He let out a groan that made my skin crawl. His lips crashed against mine once more, but it wasn’t a kiss. His teeth dragged against my bottom lip. Hard. Threatening. Spreading a sting through me.

"What now?" He mocked, his voice thick with pleasure.

My breath held. Daddy was close to the gun now. So close.

He let me go and began to turn.

My heart jammed hard in my throat. I needed to keep him distracted, to give Daddy more time.

"You’re disgusting." I spat, my saliva hitting him square in the face. He rubbed the spot slowly, this time his eyes gleaming with something borderline maniacal. "You certainly know how to make me excited." He licked his lips, tasting the wetness there. "You make me harder than any of the other slaves ever has. Fuck, I could come just from imagining how you’ll get punished for this. Or should I just fuck you right here? For dear Daddy to see—"

Damien turned this time, his words ending abruptly.

Vincenzo had the gun up now, his arm shaking violently, but his aim locked at Damien.

Damien’s eyes widened just slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He looked from me to Vincenzo and sighed, almost disappointed. "It’s getting pathetic, really. With that arm, Vin?" Damien dragged my body more fully as a shield, pressing his cheek against mine as he spoke, using me like a piece of furniture. "You’re shaking so hard you’ll put a bullet through her skull before you hit me. Go ahead and try though. I’d love to watch you kill her yourself. After everything you did to get her back, you’d be the one to end her."

"Face me like a man. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? Just you and me, settling this once and for all. So let her go and come get what you’ve been dreaming about."

"Why would I let go of the only thing keeping you from pulling that trigger?" Damien pulled me tighter against him.