Chapter 124 - ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

Chapter 124: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

ANGEL

I stiffened, feeling his erection pressing insistently against my back. "I’m not stupid, Vin. And I’m not like the other men you’ve killed. I don’t walk into arm’s reach of someone who gouges out eyes for fun. Besides, I’m enjoying this too much. Having her in my arms again. Feeling her ass against my cock. Knowing you’re watching and can’t do a damn thing about it."

He groaned again, low and guttural.

"Can you see it in her face? How much of a turn on she is?"

"You’re a coward."

Damien’s smile widened. "And I’m alive. Which is more than you’ll be in about five minutes if you keep bleeding like that. Tick tock, Vin. Every second we spend talking is another second your life drains out onto the floor. Go ahead, try and shoot."

Daddy didn’t.

"That’s what I thought." Damien murmured, satisfaction dripping from every word. His hand slid from my jaw to my breast, palming it roughly, his fingers finding my nipple and twisting until a whimper escaped my lips despite my best efforts to stay silent. "I missed these. Remember how you used to suck my cock while I fucked these? How I’d use your mouth whenever I wanted and you’d thank me for the privilege afterward?"

He said it loud enough for Daddy to hear, watching Vincenzo’s face contort with fury.

"You had your turn playing daddy, Vin." His hand squeezed harder, cruel and possessive, leaving bruises in his wake. His other hand slid down my stomach, trailing over my skin, making sure Vincenzo saw every inch of the journey.

His fingers pushed between my thighs, rough and invasive, and I tried to clamp my legs together but his knee shoved between them, forcing them apart. I felt something cold press against my entrance. Metal. Hard. The barrel of his gun.

"Daddy..." My voice broke. "Daddy, don’t look. Please."

"Say goodbye to Daddy, Angel."

I said nothing. My jaw locked shut. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Damien shoved the gun inside me.

I screamed. Cold metal splitting me open, forcing its way in where nothing should ever be. He fucked me with it.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

His other hand palmed my breast roughly while his teeth grazed my ear.

"Say goodbye to your father."

Thrust. Deeper.

I screamed again as he rotated the gun inside me, the barrel scraping against my walls, pain and violation mixing into something that made my vision white out. I couldn’t from the cold metal and the agony of his hands on my body.

"I’m going to fuck every trace of you out of her, Vin. I’ll go deeper than you ever could. Fill her fuller. Use her harder. Make her scream so loud she forgets your name ever existed. And when I’m done, the only thing she’ll remember is how it feels to be mine again." His voice dropped lower, meant for both of us to hear. "Isn’t that right, baby girl? You want Daddy to cum in you? Fill you up with his baby? Give you something that ties us together forever?"

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Soon it will be my cock. Many times. For the rest of your life." He smiled against my skin. "But first I want Vincenzo to understand exactly what’s coming. I want him to die with the image burned into his brain. You, naked in my bed. Your belly swelling with my child. Screaming my name while I fuck you through your pregnancy. Calling me Daddy while our baby grows inside you."

"Bastard." Vincenzo growled, his voice raw with rage and helplessness.

"Try to stop me then, Vin." Damien’s smile was razor-sharp. "Oh wait. You can’t. You’re on the floor drowning in your own blood while I’m standing here with my fingers inside your naked daughter. Tell me how this feels. I’m genuinely curious. Does it hurt more than the bullets?"

"I’ll tell you how it feels when I’m standing over your grave."

"I’m going to breed her, Vin. While you’re rotting." His voice turned darker, "I’m going to fill her up every single night until my seed takes root. Until she’s so round and pregnant she can barely walk."

He fucked me harder with the gun. Until I was screaming.

Rapid thrusts that made my eyes blurry with tears.

"Imagine it. Your precious Angel. Growing fat with my baby." He laughed softly, the sound chilling. "I’ll fuck her every day. Multiple times a day. Fill her so full of my cum she can’t help but get pregnant. And every time she looks at that baby—every time she holds it, nurses it, loves it—she’ll think of me. She’ll remember who put it there. Who bred her like the pretty little bitch she is."

His hips rolled against me again, grinding his erection against my lower back.

"Christ, just thinking about it makes me harder. Watching her belly swell. Her tits get bigger. Knowing I did that. Knowing my cum is growing inside her. And every second you spend threatening me is another second I spend touching her. Feeling her. Getting harder and harder against her pretty little ass."

He thrust against me for emphasis, groaning at the friction.

"Tell you what, Vin. I’ll make you a deal. You put that gun down and I won’t fuck her in front of you. I’ll wait until we’re home. I’ll take my time. Make it special." His smile was cruel. "But if you keep pointing that gun at me, I might just bend her over right here. Let you watch while I breed her. You get to see exactly what you’re losing before you die."

Daddy fired.

The bullet caught Damien in the shoulder and he cursed, blood blooming across his shirt, his grip on me loosening just enough.

Daddy fired again, this time the bullet whizzing past Damien’s chin, close enough to draw a thin line of red.

Damien pulled the gun out of me instantly.

I stumbled forward on shaky legs, my whole body trembling, barely able to hold myself upright. Daddy’s gun was up again, shaking violently, but aimed. Those dark eyes locked on Damien with a fury that no amount of blood loss could diminish. Even dying, he was still fighting for me.