Chapter 72 - SEVENTY TWO

Chapter 72: Chapter SEVENTY TWO

ANGEL

He swore a curse under his breath and my body tensed defensively like it always did whenever he spoke evil of Damien.

Oh. He wanted to talk about Daddy?

Fine.

I was pissed too. If he thought I was grown enough to be sold to older men and be their sex slave, he didn’t have to act righteous over a few harmless sweets. It was infuriating watching him act like he cared whether I got hurt or not.

With Damien, I knew what he was, there’d been no pretense with him, but Vincenzo... He was such a two-faced devil pretending to be my saviour.

"This isn’t Daddy’s fault" I threw the word at him like acid. Enjoying the way his body tensed instantly like I’d stabbed him.

"He didn’t make me take anything. I didn’t need drugs with him." I stepped closer now, matching him heat for heat.

And he was furious.

I could see the vein pulsing in his temple. And suddenly I wanted him to explode, to prove to me that he was equally the monster he was claiming Damien was.

"I used to take those sweets when I lived with you right here in this house where you fuck Mommy Jillian and act like I don’t exist, you just didn’t notice!" I screamed at him, then my smile sharpened. It was razor sharp enough to cut.

"But with Daddy, he made me experience pleasure without those sweets," I sighed, clenching my thighs like I could feel Damien’s presence even now.

Vincenzo’s expression turned venomous. Violent and wounded. But I didn’t stop. I was too far gone.

"His dick was good enough. The orgasms he gave me were the best I’ve ever had." I cocked my head, watching his jaw turn to stone.

"He’d fuck me until I couldn’t walk. Until I was dripping with his cum and begging for more. Until his name was the only word I remembered. Is that what you wanted to hear, Vincenzo? You want details? Want to know how many times he made me come? How I’d gag on his cock until I was crying and he’d tell me I was his good girl? How he’d fill every hole I have and I’d thank him for it?"

He snapped, convulsing hands closed on my shoulders and the force of his grip crushed bone against bone.

I fought him immediately—thrashing, clawing, driving my knee toward his groin—and the momentum sent us both backwards.

His legs hit the couch. He went down and I went with him, and then his weight was on me and the air was gone.

My back was resting against the cushions and his body trapped me in position—chest to chest, hips to hips, his full weight pinning me flat.

My legs had fallen open on impact and he’d landed between them, his hips slotted against mine like they’d been designed to fit there.

He didn’t move off me.

I felt him.

He wasn’t hard or anything, but I could feel the impression of him. What a good Daddy he was, I sneered inwardly.

Neither of us spoke.

Neither of us moved.

I broke the silence first, "What? Not satisfied that Damien gave me pleasure when you only wanted him to hurt me?" I snarled, "If I’m old enough to get sold and fucked, I can do whatever the fuck I want without you pretending to care!"

"Give me the rest of them," he growled. "Now."

"Or what?" I whispered. I rolled my hips, a deliberate grind that pressed his cock against me.

His whole body shuddered. I could have sworn I felt it stir. Just a tiny throb. But his cock had reacted.

A chill spread through me at the dark warning that flared in his eyes. "Stop the games and bring it out!" He snapped.

Games?

He’d been the one playing me the whole time.

A part of me knew this was wrong, because Damien wouldn’t like what I was doing. But a dark, more viciously furious part of me wanted to see how far Vincenzo could go with his self-righteous act.

"I have two between my titties, you can take them out yourself," I spat at him challengingly.

He didn’t move. He just glared down at me, his breath heavy.

"No? You don’t wanna squeeze my breasts? Get in there nice and deep and fish them out?" I arched a brow, enjoying this more than I probably should.

"Daddy wouldn’t hesitate. He’d have his hands all over me by now. He’d rip this shirt off and take whatever he wanted because that’s what real men do. They don’t just stare."

I pretended to contemplate for two seconds.

"Then... how about you check below?"

I reached down between us and tugged at the waistband of my shorts.

Vincenzo’s eyes dropped to where our bodies were joined and a low warning growl erupted from him.

"You think I have any in my pussy." I rotated my hips against him again.

A soft sound escaped my throat at the friction, surprising me.

It was the wrong person, but I missed being pinned like this.

Being punished when I raised my voice too loudly. Damien wouldn’t tolerate what I was doing. My ass would have been sore and bleeding. He would have gagged me until I begged to take those words back.

"I bet there’s one tucked real deep in there. Right where Daddy used to put his cock." I rolled my hips again, slower this time, grinding up into him rhythmically now.

"Tell me, Daddy—" I emphasized the word exactly the way I used to call him before, "—do you want to check there too? Want to slide those thick fingers inside me and feel around? Go on. Get them nice and deep. I’ll even spread my legs wider for you if you ask nicely."

Something detonated behind Vincenzo’s eyes.

He grabbed my wrists suddenly. A sharp gasp escaped from my mouth as he slammed them above my head.