Chapter 61 - SIXTY ONE

Chapter 61: Chapter SIXTY ONE

DAMIEN

"This place looks huge. Will there be a lot of people?" Angel’s voice wavered as she stared out the window at the high-rise building in Vegas.

"But I’ll be there, just keep your eyes on me," I watched her profile, the way fear painted itself across her features.

She was trying so hard to be brave, my little Angel, but I could smell the terror on her.

It made me want to fuck her again. Right here in the car. I wanted to remind her that fear was just another kind of arousal when it came from the right source.

We’d flown in this morning, barely making it to the hotel before I’d bent her over the bathroom counter and filled her cunt while she watched herself get destroyed in the mirror. Then again in the shower. Then once more on the bed before we’d left. Right now, my cum was still inside her, marking her from the inside out where it belonged.

She’d stand on that stage dripping with my claim, and when I brought her home, she’d still smell like me. Her holes be full of me. A walking testament to who owned her.

This auction was nothing but formality. A ritual the council demanded to legitimize ownership in their eyes.

Not even Vincent could touch her after tonight.

And Vincent would be lurking. Tonight he’d be circling like a shark, waiting for an opening to take what was mine.

But he wouldn’t find one.

My men were positioned throughout the building and around it.

Nothing would go wrong.

And if Vincent decided tonight was the night to start a war, I’d give him one. I’d paint these streets of Vegas with blood but his daughter was mine now. I was the one she called Daddy. She was my little girl now and I fucking want it to remain like this.

I killed the engine and turned to face her fully, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face.

"Is there something more you want, Daddy?"

Fuck, the way she said it now. So natural, like the title was mine by divine right.

She was trying to be brave even though she’d sobbed into my chest this morning, begging me not to go through with this, promising she’d be perfect if I just kept her hidden away.

Little did she know I was barely holding myself together. That every instinct I had was screaming at me to turn this car around and lock her in my bedroom where no one could ever look at her again.

But this was necessary. This was how I kept her forever.

"One more bit of training before it’s time, are you ready to please Daddy?" I asked.

It was impulsive but I knew I had to fucking have her right now.

To reassure myself that after tonight I get to keep her with me. I needed to touch her now, to remind myself of this.

She was wearing the dress I’d chosen—simple white cotton, flowing to her calf.

Virginal.

Pure.

Everything those depraved fucks inside would fantasize about ruining.

I’d kept it modest because I couldn’t stomach the thought of her showing too much skin.

Just the thinking of their eyes on her made violence coil in my gut.

Angel looked at me, and then towards her white dress. "But I might get messed up and my dress might get stained." Those full lashes blinked at me with maddening innocence.

Her full pink lips—glossy, tempting, still a little swollen from earlier—formed a pout that made my cock throb painfully.

She was so fucking perfect.

"Baby, I want your mouth and then we’ll go inside. I won’t mess you up. Too badly," I added the last part with a dark smile,

I could already imagine her lipstick smeared, her mascara running, she would look thoroughly used before we even walked through those doors.

I unzipped my slacks, watching her eyes follow the movement.

My cock was already rock hard. Aching. Furious even.

It had been throughout the ride when I thought about sharing glimpses of her with those animals.

I pulled myself out, thick and heavy in my hand, precum already leaking at the tip.

"Suck my cock," I commanded, she licked her lips quickly, her pink tongue escaping, and another bead of precum trickled down my shaft and I cursed. She was such a natural cock tease.

"I want you to get creative. Use that pretty tongue and show Daddy how much you’ve learned."

Her eyes went wide, that mix of nervousness and eagerness that made me want to corrupt her even more than I already had.

"I want your belly filled with my cum before we enter," I continued, my free hand sliding to the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair.

"You’ll ruin my clothes if you mess up, and then I’ll have to punish you right here in this parking garage where anyone could see. You don’t want strangers to see you messing up on my cock, do you?"

"No, Daddy," She said, but I saw the brief flash of something naughty in her eyes, like she was picturing me claiming her in front of people. Showing everyone whose fucking perfect doll she was. Precum was leaking profusely now, my cock throbbing hot. Violent. Blood thickening the vine of veins there.

Fuck. That would be hot as hell. Except I didn’t want others getting a glimpse of her holes. I was too jealous for that. Her pretty pussy and tight ass were for my view, my enjoyment only.

I pulled her closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Be good. When we get back to the hotel tonight, I’ll reward you and let you come as many times as you want while I fuck that tight little ass."

I watched her eyes light up at that—the promise that we’d be leaving together. That this wasn’t goodbye.

The trust in her gaze made something dark and possessive twist in my chest.

Just a few more hours of this nightmare.

Then everything about her would be mine. Legally. Permanently. Undeniably.

Her mouth would be mine to use whenever I wanted.

Her cunt would be mine to fill.

That sweet, tight ass would be mine to claim.

Every breath. Every moan. Every tear.

Only me. Forever.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, and leaned over to my space.

She started by pressing soft kisses along my length, peeling down my foreskin to reveal my glistening glans. Her tongue darted out, licking from base, where she sucked my balls, tasting them in her mouth before smooching her way to the tip slowly, tracing each vein with a soft wet stroke that made my abs clench.

Already I could feel her saliva coating me, warm and slick.

"Good girl," I groaned. "Get it nice and wet. Soak it with that pretty mouth. Worship it."

She did. She kissed and licked, her small hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking slowly while her mouth focused on the head now. Her tongue swirled around it, dipping into the slit to taste the precum gathering there.

"Fuck," I hissed. "Keep sucking Daddy’s cock. Tastes good?"

"Yes, Daddy," she murmured against me, and the vibration sent pleasure shooting up my spine.

She opened her mouth wider and took me in, those plump lips stretching obscenely around my girth.

Her tongue worked the underside of my shaft, pressing against that sensitive spot that made my hips jerk.

"That’s it, baby. Just like that." My hand tightened in her hair, not forcing yet, just holding. Possessing.

"You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. My perfect little Angel. Meant for me. To milk my fucking cock."

She moaned around me again, the sound muffled, and took me deeper. I could feel the back of her throat now. She was trying to relax and take more.

But it wasn’t enough. This gentle worship—it wasn’t what I needed right now.

Not with rage and possessiveness burning through my veins like hot wax.

Not when I was about to watch other men look at her like she was something they could buy.

"I want you to fuck your throat with my cock," I snarled, my grip on her hair tightening until I knew it hurt. "Stop being gentle. I want it rough. I want you choking on it."

I shoved her down hard, forcing my cock deep into her throat until her nose pressed against my pelvis.

She gagged immediately, her throat convulsing around me, tears springing to her eyes.

"That’s it," I groaned, holding her there. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am? This is what you’re made for, Angel. To choke on my cock. To take whatever I give you."

Saliva poured from her mouth, running down my shaft and coating my balls. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but she didn’t try to pull away.

She took it because I told her to.

Because she was mine.

I pulled her off just enough to let her gasp for air, then shoved her back down.

Fuck, the wet sounds she made, the gagging, the desperate little whimpers—it was perfect. More than fucking perfect.

"You’re going to let me fuck your face now," I told her, my voice thick with arousal. "Keep your mouth open. Relax your throat. Let Daddy use you."

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned.

"Yes, what?" I grunted.

Her baby blue eyes met mine with absolute devotion "Let me make you come. Please use my mouth. I want it. I want your cum."

Fuck, hearing her beg for it nearly made me cream right on her face. To coat that pretty face with a good facial.

"Then take it," I growled. "Open that throat and let me fuck it properly."

She obeyed. My sweet cock slut. And I had every intention of pounding the throat she’d just submitted to me.