Chapter 39 - THIRTY NINE

Chapter 39: Chapter THIRTY NINE

ANGEL

The chance to escape didn’t come.

This was because each time Damien permitted me to leave the room, he always lurked like a shadow.

Watching my every move.

He prepared all the meals himself, never letting me near the stove or knives or anything that could be used as a weapon. There was simply no opportunity to reach those pills hidden in the couch.

I also hadn’t even seen the housekeeper he once mentioned.

I dismissed it as maybe she didn’t exist.

Time kept ticking, I didn’t even know how much of the three weeks was left because the days blurred together in an endless cycle of his body on mine, his voice in my ear, his hands reshaping me into whatever he wanted me to be.

All hope was starting to deflate from me like air from a punctured balloon.

Until this afternoon.

"I’m bored, can I watch a movie?" I tested my luck since he’d been more lenient lately. "I noticed the TV in the living room."

Damien studied me. Those grey eyes searched my face, probably looking for the trick beneath the innocent request.

My pulse kicked up but I kept my expression open. Bored. Harmless.

I didn’t know what to expect, but certainly not his next words, "Kiss me first."

My stomach dropped in dismay. "What?"

"You want something from me. So give me something in return. Maybe I’ll say yes." He was still regarding me with those sharp gazes that made me squirm.

I would never understand why I felt his kisses were more intimate than when my mouth was around his cock. This was also the first time he was plainly asking me to kiss him.

I leaned forward, meeting his gaze briefly before pressing my lips to his.

Damien didn’t move at first. He just let me kiss him, testing me.

Then his hand came up to the back of my neck and he took control, kissing me harder. Deeper. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it the way he claimed everything else.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with satisfaction. "Fine. You can watch your movie."

Relief flooded through me. "T-thank you, Uncle."

I sat on the couch—that couch—trying not to think about what was hidden just beneath me. My heart hammered as I watched him walk to the fridge. He returned with two cans of cold beer, already opened one for himself.

Then he patted his thigh.

I climbed onto his lap without hesitation. His arms wrapped around me, caging me in. Possessive as always.

"Can I have some too?" I peered up at him.

"You aren’t old enough to drink." He muttered.

I nearly rolled my eyes but caught myself just in time before it earned me a retaliation. Not old enough to drink, but old enough for everything else he did to me. Yeah, sure.

"Just a little? Please?" I said softly. The pill was beneath me, I just needed a drink... and find a way to feed it to him.

"Please Uncle, can I have some since I’ve been good lately?" I nuzzled against him, allowing my breasts to crush against his hard chest through the fabric of his shirt which I was wearing.

My face was buried in his neck, and I kissed him there.

"Don’t act so spoiled!" His voice was sharp with cold warning. I flinched away from him surprised by his burst of reaction but his arms caught me around my waist, preventing my escape from his thigh.

"I’m s-sorry," I whispered.

"I didn’t mean to yell at you," Damien sighed, his arms tightening around me.

I nodded numbly, "I w-won’t do things you don’t like from now on."

Damien was quiet for a moment after I said that. Then all of a sudden, he let out a rough curse, jolting me again.

"Fine, just today." He said gruffly.

I didn’t realize what he meant until he grabbed the second can of beer and handed it to me. His eyes met mine, and I saw the flash of irritation there which left me confused. If he was still angry, why was he giving it to me?

"I should reward you, since you’ve successfully completed two weeks of your training."

Two weeks.

I’ve been here for two weeks. The beer felt colder in my hands. In just one week, he still planned to sell me off. He’d told me the plan from the beginning, why did it hurt so much differently now?

I opened the can and sipped the bitter liquid.

Damien turned on the TV.

It was some action movie that I couldn’t focus on. I needed to escape at all costs!

"You don’t like the movie?" Damien spoke as though he noticed my dazed state, then his hand came to my jaw, turning my face toward him. "Kiss me again."

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine. Hot. Wet. Demanding.

His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting the beer there, claiming my mouth with a hunger that made my stomach twist. I didn’t fight him, just let him do what he wanted.

He pulled back just slightly. "You’re not going to bite me this time?"

I remembered all the times I’d bitten his lip during kisses. The blood. The punishment that followed, I was too exhausted to play any more of his games.

"No," I whispered.

"No?" His thumb traced my bottom lip. "That’s disappointing. I like when you fight me."

Then he kissed me again, brutal and possessive. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting down just hard enough to sting. His hand tightened in my hair.

"Bite me," he growled against my mouth. "Show me that fire."

His fingers gripped my jaw, holding me in place. I didn’t want to. Didn’t want to give him what he wanted.

But I did it anyway. My teeth sank into his bottom lip.

He groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through both of us. His other hand moved to my thigh, gripping hard. I could feel him starting to get hard beneath me, his body responding to the violence, to the blood I could taste between us.

His kiss turned ravenous. Consuming. Like he wanted to crawl inside my skin.

Then his phone rang.

He cursed against my lips. "Fuck."