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  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Her eyes flew open and stared pleadingly at him. He backed out, allowing her a quick breath before he thrust again. His balls bulged against her chin, and Micah could hear the sucking sounds she made.

  Then her gaze found him. She looked past the man thrusting into her mouth and connected with Micah. He froze, unsure of what to do.

  Calm entered her eyes, as if she felt safer and more secure now that she knew he was here. Her entire body relaxed, and she let her temporary master fuck her mouth with abandon.

  And fuck it he did. Over and over he forced himself into her mouth with a brutality that made Micah wince, and yet he did nothing to stop it.

  Her gaze never left Micah as she gave herself over to the man fucking her mouth.

  Suddenly the man at her mouth yanked his cock away. The three men jerked frantically at their straining erections. Semen hit her lips, her cheeks, her breasts, her shoulders and her slim back. It ran down her body in hot, thick streams.

  Finally they milked the last of their releases, moving closer so that it all dripped onto her skin.

  And still she stared at Micah with her dark, trusting eyes. Micah felt sick, and yet he was so unbelievably turned on that he hurt.

  Angelina was pulled to her feet as the men wiped the semen from her body, but she uttered something to them, and with a quick glance in Micah’s direction, they moved away.

  She stood, staring at him. Her arms tied behind her back, the dildo still lodged in her pussy.

  “You know you want me,” she said in a quiet, taunting voice. “Tell me, Micah, did they do it right? Were they too gentle? Would you have whipped me for the slightest infraction? Did you want it to be your cock in my mouth?

  “Come to me. Free me,” she whispered. “Take me.”

  A red-hot haze of need exploded over him. He closed the distance between them, his pulse pounding so hard in his ears it deafened him.

  He grasped her shoulders, lust overtaking him, ruling him, whispering to him to take what was his.

  With quick, jerky motions he spun her around and threw her over the arm of one of the plush couches. Even as he reached for the fly of his jeans with one hand, he reached between her legs to pull the dildo from the clasp of her pussy.

  It came slowly, her swollen tissues reluctant to release the fake cock. It came out with a slight sucking noise, glistening with her fluids.

  He tossed it aside as his fingers finally pulled his cock free of his pants. He was on her in an instant, mounting her from behind like a rutting animal.

  He spread her, positioned himself and thrust savagely into her.

  Pleasure exploded through him, the relief so intense he was dizzy. She unhinged him. He was mindless, stroking, thrusting, seeking to punish her only because it pleased him to do so.

  He strained forward, determined she would take all of him. Her slender fingers were balled into fists at the small of her back as her wrists strained against her bonds.

  Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, and he grasped her hips, pulling her back to meet each one.

  Too soon, only seconds, his release raced with the fury of a firestorm, through his balls, up his cock. He closed his eyes and bit back the cry of triumph as he spurted deep inside her body.

  Never had anything felt so primitive, so right, so absolutely satisfying.

  His legs trembled and threatened to buckle. He leaned into her body, gasping for breath. Slowly he regained awareness. Her warm, sweet body quivered below his, her pussy softly contracting around his still-hard cock.

  Oh God. Oh God. What had he done?

  He’d abused her, taken her. He’d come inside her, for God’s sake. No condom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’d raped her.

  His hands shaking uncontrollably, he grasped her hips and carefully pulled out, wincing at the warm rush of semen that seeped from her swollen pussy.

  “Oh God. Angel,” he whispered. “Angel girl. Baby girl, I’m sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

  He yanked at the ropes binding her hands and then gently picked her up from the couch so he could unwind the rest of the rope.

  He couldn‘t—wouldn’t—meet her eyes. He was too afraid of what he’d see. He’d used her. He’d hurt her. He wanted to die.

  When the last of the rope fell away, he hastily arranged his pants and then pulled her into his arms. Her heart beat against his body like a little baby bird trying to fly for the first time. Erratic. A little frantic.

  He smoothed a hand over her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

  “I’m so sorry, Angel girl. I never meant to hurt you. I’m so damn sorry. Are you all right? Did I ...” He swallowed hard. “Did I do any damage? Jesus, I didn’t even use a condom. Maybe I should take you to the hospital.”

  No words had ever hurt him more, but he owed it to her not to shy away from what he’d done. He deserved to have his ass kicked and thrown in jail.

  Angelina stirred in his arms and pulled away so she could look up at him. What he saw shattered him. Trust. Still shining in her soft eyes. His gut twisted into a huge knot that threatened to suffocate him.

  “You didn’t hurt me,” she said gently. “I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life.”

  She’d come? It shamed him to admit that he hadn’t given a moment’s thought to her pleasure or care. He’d been a mindless fucking machine only intent on gaining relief from his torment.

  She reached up to touch his face, her fingers trailing over his cheekbone until finally she cupped his jaw.

  “You only did what I asked you to do, Micah. How is that wrong?”

  “You’re too sweet, too generous and too damned naive,” he growled. “Where are your clothes?”

  She pointed to a chair a few feet away where her jeans, underwear, shirt and shoes were. He stalked over and then returned with everything.

  As gently and as patiently as he knew how, he dressed her, taking care not to abrade the bruised parts of her body. Every time he saw a fingerprint, or the red area where the ropes had dug into her skin, he felt sick.

  Finally he handed her the shoes, and she slipped them on.

  “Let’s go home, Angel. You need someone to take care of you tonight.”

  She smiled faintly. “I love the way that sounds coming from you.”

  CHAPTER 9

  A ngelina barely had time to park her car before Micah opened her door and urged her out. To her utter shock, he swept her up into his arms and started carrying her toward the door to his apartment.

  “Micah, I can walk,” she said with a laugh.

  He ignored her and kept walking. Not really wanting to argue the point, because she was in his arms after all, she sighed and snuggled into his chest.

  Exhaustion beat at her temples, and her limbs felt heavy and laden. She wanted to sleep for about twelve hours, preferably in Micah’s arms, but she wasn’t fooling herself over that possibility.

  He was horrified over what happened. The guilt in his eyes made her gut clench. For a guy who prided himself on his iron control, what had happened wasn’t just a presumed betrayal of her but also of himself.

  She couldn’t feel bad, though. She’d never reach him as long as that control was in place. And she still shivered over the raw power he exhibited when he’d taken her.

  Taken her. It seemed so tame a term to describe it. He’d owned her. Possessed her. She’d been completely and utterly his, his possession to do what he wanted with.

  Desire and lust simmered and burned low in her abdomen despite her thinking she couldn’t possibly be aroused again.

  She’d loved his touch. His power. The way he hadn’t asked. He’d simply taken what he deemed his.

  She shivered again as he elbowed his way into the apartment.

  “Are you cold?” he asked in concern.

  She shook her head. “No, just remembering.”

  He stiffened, and the tortured look returned to his face. She started to correct his assumpti
on that it was a bad remembrance for her, but he set her down on the couch and immediately went about removing her shoes.

  “I’m going to go start a hot shower for you,” he said in a low voice. “It’ll make you feel better. Take your time. Are you hungry? Do you want me to fix you something to eat?”

  She smiled. “The shower sounds heavenly, and no, I’m not hungry.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

  She watched him stride away, his face creased into lines of worry. With a sigh, she sank against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Always, always she’d known that sex with Micah would be nothing short of amazing.

  She craved that darker edge, the thin line between right and wrong. He was all she wanted, and she wanted him as he was—dark, brooding, unapologetic—not as he thought he should be. She wanted to be his.

  Angel?”

  She opened her eyes to see Micah standing over her, concern bright in his eyes.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? I can still take you to the hospital. Are you hurting anywhere?”

  Boy, were they going to have a long talk when she got out of the shower. This guilt complex was quickly fraying her nerves.

  She reached out so he could help her up, and he quickly took her hand and gently pulled her to a standing position. Ignoring his question entirely, she went toward the bathroom, her need for gallons and gallons of hot water outweighing her desire to kick Micah’s ass.

  The bathroom mirrors were already fogged up, and she let out a blissful sigh as she stripped down and stepped into the shower. For a long moment she stood in the spray, eyes closed as she relieved the sensation of Micah’s hands on her, his cock inside her and the most intense orgasm of her life. She’d lit up like a firecracker the moment he thrust into her. She’d started coming and hadn’t stopped until he’d found his own quick release.

  Realizing she’d spent a long time in the shower and Micah was probably wearing a hole in the carpet in the living room, she turned off the water and stepped out to dry off. She’d just gotten the towel wrapped around her when the door opened and Micah stuck his head in.

  After a quick glance, presumably to see if she was halfway decent, he shoved into the small bathroom.

  “You were taking a long time. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said gruffly.

  With a sigh she let the towel drop so that she stood nude before him. He took a hasty step backward, and she almost rolled her eyes. It wasn’t as though she was going to jump him.

  “I’m fine. See?”

  She turned in a circle so he could see her body for himself.

  She couldn’t control the quiver when his fingers brushed across a faint bruise on her hip.

  “I bruised you,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.

  “I bruise very easily, Micah. You didn’t hurt me.”

  When she’d turned back around fully, he took her hands and turned her wrists over. His thumb rubbed across the red lines left by the ropes, and his expression grew stormy.

  “They tied them too tight. There was no need for them to hurt you. I should have stepped in and put a stop to it all.”

  “Why didn’t you?” she asked curiously.

  He swallowed and looked away. Then he reached for the towel and carefully wrapped it around her.

  “Go get something on. You can borrow my robe if you want. There’s a lot we need to talk about, and it can’t wait.”

  She frowned at the urgency in his voice and reached for the robe hanging on the towel rack.

  “I’ll be in the living room. Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?”

  “Go,” she said, shooing him with her hands.

  He backed out of the bathroom, and Angelina dropped the towel to put her robe on, shaking her head the entire time. She gave her hair a thorough rub before she did a quick comb-through to rid it of tangles.

  Fingering the strands from her face, she left the bathroom and returned to the living room, where Micah sat on the sofa, his elbows on his knees, his head down.

  When he heard her, he looked up then stood.

  “Sit down,” he urged.

  She plopped onto the couch, careful to keep the robe gathered around her.

  “Angel, I think we should take you to the ER.”

  “But I’m not hurt!”

  “I didn’t use a condom.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  Micah ran a hand through his hair. “Aren’t there shots they can give you? You know, so you don’t get pregnant? Or at least a pill you can take?”

  She leaned forward, wishing he’d at least sit down instead of hulking over her so tense he looked like he’d implode at any moment.

  “Micah, come sit down. Please.”

  She patted the space beside her, and he hesitated before finally walking around to sit where she motioned.

  “I get that you’re feeling guilty. I get that this whole night didn’t go at all like you thought it would or even wanted it to. But you’re making a lot of assumptions and you’re taking credit for sins you didn’t commit.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he muttered.

  “I’m on birth control. I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t take chances like that. I also made damn sure those men I was playing with weren’t going to go too far. With or without a condom.”

  “I didn’t give you the choice,” he said painfully.

  She gave him a patient look. “I asked for what you gave me. I pushed you. I provoked you and got exactly the response I wanted. Despite what you might think, I’m not too young. I’m responsible, or mostly responsible,” she added with a slight twist of her lips.

  “It’s not just about pregnancy. I didn’t protect you. I didn’t protect myself,” he added. “Goddamn it, Angel, I’ve never not worn a condom in my life. Even when I lost my virginity a lifetime ago, I wore protection.”

  “I understand why you’re upset. I’m safe. I’ll understand if you don’t want to take my word for it. I can have whatever test you want. I’ve had unprotected sex once. I was a teenager. It was my first time. We both knew better, because God knows David drummed the concept of safe sex through my head often enough.” She smiled sadly. “He was always so much more of a father to me than our real father ever was. Anyway, I told him what happened. He was disappointed, but he immediately took me to the doctor so I could get a prescription for birth control, and he also bought me enough condoms to last a lifetime and told me I no longer had an excuse for not carrying them with me at all times.”

  Micah smiled. “That’s David. Mr. Prepared.”

  “I miss him.”

  “Yeah, so do I.”

  “Micah?”

  “Yes, Angel girl.”

  “About tonight.”

  Micah reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorrier for tonight than you’ll ever know. I’d cut off my right arm before I’d ever hurt you. We need to come to an understanding. I want you here. I want to help you. I don’t want you out there alone. But I need to know you’re safe, and I’d rather you not go back to places like The House.”

  She blew out her breath, her cheeks puffing in frustration. There was so much in his statement she wanted to deny, to refuse, but now wasn’t the time. She didn’t want him to be sorry, and she damn sure wanted to make certain what happened tonight happened again. And again.

  All she wanted was to curl into his arms and rest. Just for a little while she wanted to feel his strength and the tenderness she knew he was capable of. Yes, she wanted his power, his control, his dominance, but she wanted it all, his complete care. His regard. His love.

  “Hold me,” she whispered as she leaned toward him. “Please?”

  He hesitated as if wavering on the brink of indecision. She didn’t give him a chance to deny her. She moved into his space, cuddled against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her cheek against his collarbone and nestled her head just below his chin.

  Nothing was going to ruin
this moment for her. She would savor every sweet second.

  Gingerly his arms curled around her, and he leaned back, taking her with him as he reclined against the back of the sofa. They sat in silence as he absently rubbed his palm up and down her back. The heat of his touch scorched her even through the thick material of the robe.

  “I don’t want you to be sorry, Micah,” she said softly. “I’m not. Don’t you understand? I know you. I can give you what you need.”

  His entire body went stiff. For a long moment he sat there, his hand still against her back. And when he finally spoke, the absolute certainty in his voice made her heart sink.

  “But I can’t give you what you need, Angel girl.”

  CHAPTER 10

  A ngelina trudged into the kitchen in a pair of pajama shorts and a muscle shirt, yawning broadly as she rubbed her eyes.

  “Want something to eat?” Micah asked. “I’m doing toast and juice.”

  She stood by the counter and looked around like she was having a hard time getting her bearings. Guilt crushed him. She looked tired and vulnerable, and he still wasn’t convinced he hadn’t hurt her. She was a small woman, and he was not a small man.

  His entire gut clenched as he remembered the way her pussy had gripped him. So tight that he’d had to force his way in, pushing against her body’s natural resistance.

  Jesus, he had to stop thinking about her. This was insane. She was David’s little sister. She trusted him, and he’d used her in an unforgivable manner to slake his lust when any of the other women in that room would have been more than willing to take whatever he wanted to dish out.

  But no one had fired his senses like sweet, innocent-looking Angelina, a woman who knew everything he’d tried so hard to forget.

  His head jerked up when the doorbell rang. What the hell? It was six in the morning.

  “I’ll get it,” Angelina said as she started forward.

  “I don’t think—”

  But she’d already disappeared into the hallway.

  Angelina opened the door and peered out at the two men standing just a few feet away. They were both tall. One was solidly muscled and looked intimidating with his bald head and goatee. A small gold hoop hung from his left ear. He wasn’t someone she’d want to meet on a dark street.