Chapter 137 - OME HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN

Chapter 137: Chapter OME HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN

ANGEL

"What did I say about that mouth?" His hand shot out to grip my neck, fingers wrapping around my throat with bruising force. I gasped at the violence of it, my hands flying up to claw at his wrist.

"You shouldn’t be this riled up by a dead man," I gritted out, even as his grip tightened, and spots danced in my eyes.

Stupid. Reckless.

But I couldn’t help myself—couldn’t stop poking at the wound now that I’d found it. "A girl just misses her Daddy, that’s all,"

"You’re asking for it at this point, aren’t you?" His eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide. His other hand was already working at his belt, unfastening his pants with quick, angry movements that spoke of barely contained violence. "You want me to punish you. Want me to fuck that smart mouth until you can’t say his name anymore."

He yanked his belt free with a sharp snap that made me flinch.

"You’re a wild little thing who needs to be trained," he muttered. "And I have all the time in the world to do it. "

"You don’t have that." The words came out hoarse, strangled by his grip on my throat. "You’re living on borrowed time and you know it."

"What does that mean?" His gaze sharpened, searching my face with predatory intensity.

I’d gone too far. Shit. I needed to pull back before I gave everything away.

"It means karma’s a bitch," I said quickly, covering up my tracks, "You can’t do the things you’ve done and not have it catch up with you eventually."

He studied me for a long moment, his grey eyes boring into mine like he was trying to read the secrets written on my soul.

He stood abruptly from the bed without responding, hauling me up with him by my neck while I kicked and screamed uselessly against his hold.

He positioned me so I was kneeling on the mattress with him standing before me, towering over me like some dark god demanding worship. The new angle put my face level with his crotch as he shoved his pants down his hips with one hand, the other still wrapped around my throat like a collar.

He pulled his cock free, already hard and flushed with anger, the thick length of him jutting toward my face like a weapon. I’d seen it enough times now that the sight shouldn’t affect me, but my stomach still clenched with a mixture of revulsion and something else I didn’t want to give a name to.

Damien didn’t go for my mouth right away. Instead, he gripped my jaw with one hand and slapped his cock against my cheek with the other. Hard. The heavy weight of it stung against my skin, leaving a smear of precum in its wake.

"This is what you wanted, huh," he growled, slapping it against my other cheek, "Every time you say his fucking name."

Another slap, this one landing across my lips with bruising force.

"Every time you look at me with those eyes full of hate."

Slap.

"Every time you pretend you don’t want this."

"I’m not pretending," I spat, jerking my face away from the next slap, my cheek was burning, probably already red from the impacts. "I genuinely don’t want anything from you except a slow, painful death. Preferably soon."

He laughed—a dark, humorless sound—and then yanked the fabric of my shirt. Well, it was technically his, everything I wore belonged to him.

He pulled it past my head in one brutal motion, exposing my upper body to the cool air. "Unfortunately for you, I plan to live a very long life." He grabbed my jaw again, his other hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking. "So I get to do this to you whenever I want. For years." He rubbed the head of his cock across my lips, smearing precum over them like gloss, painting me with his arousal. "You should know when to stop, but you just keep running that mouth. Daring me to hurt you."

"You’re not as scary as you think you are, Damien. You’re just a sad, obsessed man who can’t handle that someone else had what you wanted."I glared up at him.

His eyes dropped to my chest, and something crazed flickered across his face. "Fuck, even when you’re being a bitch, these tits are perfect. Did they grow even bigger?" He released my jaw to grab both breasts, squeezing them together roughly, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples.

His cock pressed into the valley he’d created, hot and heavy against my skin. "I should fuck these instead. Shut you up by coming all over these pretty tits."

He thrust his hips experimentally, his cock sliding through my cleavage, leaving a wet trail of precum between my breasts.

"Mmm, yeah, really showing me who’s boss by using my tits as a fleshlight. Revolutionary."

"So many options, it’s hard to choose, little girl," He squeezed my breasts harder, fucking the channel he’d made with shallow, controlled thrusts. "But don’t be confused, your mouth is definitely one of my favorites,"

He released my breasts and grabbed my hair. His cock bobbed in front of my face, thick and leaking, the uncut head inches from my lips.

"Open up and suck."

I kept my lips pressed together.

His grip on my hair tightened painfully, "Obey. Show me your tongue and lick me good, little girl. Don’t make me ask twice."

"Or what?" I bared my teeth at him. "You’ll hit me with your dick some more till I do it? Real creative, Damien. It’s getting boring?"

He glared down at me, slapping his cock against my mouth again, grey hard enough to make my eyes prickle with burning tears. "Vincenzo—that bastard—probably let you talk to him like this, didn’t he? He allowed you roll your eyes and act like a spoiled little brat, didn’t he?"

"Daddy treated me with respect, something you wouldn’t understand."