His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (34 page)
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Authors: Kimberly Blalock
He’s ringing bells I never knew rang.
“Good.”
He smells amazing. I think it’s a mix of the woods, fresh citrus, and spice.
Perfect
.
Goose bumps trail my arms.
“Well what do we do now?” I need to keep my mind moving so that it doesn’t stop and drift to the beautiful beast in front of me.
“Truth.” He searches my face with an overwhelming amount of feeling. Literally seeping from his pours. I can see how badly he wants me. There goes the busy plans for my mind.
I visualize him taking me against a large cold glass window and throwing me to a bed. Shit! A chill crashes into my body breaking through my fantasy.
He smiles again.
Does he know how deeply he’s affecting me? Has he always done this to me?
Back to reality. “What truth?”
“The only truth. The truth I should have told you the second I was given the chance. But, I’m going to fix that. I’m going to…” He pauses to take me all in. “Fix everything I’ve broken Abby.” He pauses again, this time I think he is waiting for me to speak, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say.
I tilt my head.
What could he have broken?
I nod.
“Abby, what I need to tell you is going to be very difficult, but I need you to hear me out ok? I need you to hear everything before you react.”
I nod again. He is scaring the shit out of me.
“When I was eighteen I was coming home from boot camp. My father was driving the car; he had picked me up from the airport. Anyway, we were driving and there was an accident. I knew that my father had been drinking and I couldn’t do anything about it then. He hit a car Abby, he hit your car.”
I know what he just said can’t be true. Wait what did he just say? Did he just say that?
I feel my body tremble in response.
“Huh?”
“Remember you are supposed to hear me out. Yes, he hit your car. I don’t even know what to say to that Abby, I really don’t. I know there isn’t much more that does need to be said because we all know how that ended up, right? You lost your sister and yourself all in one night.”
A tear beads in the corner of his right eye and my dam breaks. Well hell, if a big strong man can’t hold it in why the hell would I be able to?
“Abby you need to understand it was that very night I was able to break free from his hold. He was a controlling prick. He killed my mother and he beat me “into line” my whole life and repeatedly told me I was just like my mother and he should do to me what he had done to her.
“Anyway, I broke free that night. My father’s car wasn’t really impacted by the crash.” He shakes his head and squints his eyes as confusion sweeps across his face.
“I got out of the car and found you Abby. I was trying to help Addyson, you were soaked in blood.” His head falls.
“I called the police that night and reported the hit and run.
My father refused to see how you were.”
Evan cries through the latter part of his statement.
My heart is breaking right now, but I’m not sure who it’s breaking for. Addie or Evan, I don’t know.
“Sorry, anyway,” he wipes a tear away, “he wanted me to leave you there. I could never leave anyone like that so I stood tall and told him to go fuck himself. So what I’m trying to say is my father is responsible for your sister’s death and I take full responsibility for this,” he pauses again.
I feel a great deal of compassion for this man when I should be ripping his head off.
“Did I know this before I lost my memory?” If I knew then what I know now what did I say? Did I forgive him?
“You knew, but that’s a whole other story and while I will tell it to you I need to get through this one first.”
“Ok,” I agree.
“I was at Addyson’s funeral, in the back of the room. I blame myself every day for her death. I mourn her every fucking day. It’s ironic though,” he chuckles a little.
“Because her dying set me free in so many ways. I saw what my father was. I think I always knew what he was, I was just too afraid to admit it out loud or stand up for myself. That night was the first time my demons took over. I’ve stood in hell every day since though. So while I was set free, I was also trapped in hell,” he shakes his head.
“I never forgot about you Abby and I damn sure never forgot about Addyson. I brought white roses to her grave every year on her birthday, which is also your birthday. July eleventh was a hard day for me.”
“White rose?” I furrow my brows. I remember a white rose. “Did you give me a white rose Evan?” I tilt my head waiting for his response.
The biggest and brightest smile I have ever seen lands on his face. His entire face lights up, eye sparkling, lip glistening, dimple destructing smile. Beautiful.
“Yes I did.”
Evan reaches to my face, pulling me to him, his lips landing on mine. He doesn’t ask permission he takes what he wants now. He is demanding it and another chill shudders through me.
“When I left the military I joined the ATF as an agent. Mostly I do undercover work. I was assigned to a drug cartel from Brazil that entered the U.S.”
I shift in my chair feeling like I am having deja vu. “Did I know that?” I need to know if this is a memory.
“Yes I told you.” He pauses as he takes in my change in demeanor.
“Abby, do you remember something?”
“No, well it’s more like I
know
it happened without knowing details. I know there is a memory there I just haven’t sorted it out yet.”
Another beautiful smile traces his lips. “Marco Silva was the main target as he is the heir to the Silva cartel.” He gauges my response.
“My Marco Silva?”
“Yes Abby.”
“He runs a drug cartel? I don’t believe that Evan. That is absolute bullshit.”
“Abby I have kept things from you. God I have kept so many things from you, but I will never keep anything from you ever again. What I’m telling you now is the truth.”
“Truth? How about you tell me why you didn’t want Amy to tell me about our baby? Tell me that truth.”
His head drops. “Yea you were about six weeks along when you were hit.”
“Were you happy? Was I happy?”
“I didn’t know until after you were in the hospital. The doctor in the emergency room told me the baby didn’t make it.”
“Why wouldn’t I tell you?”
“Amy said you had only found out that morning. I didn’t want her to tell you until you were better. I knew the stress would be difficult on your already fragile body.”
“We were really going to have a baby?” I feel like I’m going to throw up. I have only ever had to grieve for my sister and now I feel my heart wrapping around the loss of my child too. My tears are no longer taking refuge behind the darkness.
“We were. Abby I don’t know who hit you that day, but I want to assure you I will find and kill them. I saw the car that hit you and there is no doubt that it was intentional.”
“How about your father? Did he pay for what he did to my sister? No, he hasn’t! He left us to die Evan and yet he still roams the streets every day. How many more people is he going to hurt before he’s stopped? Why, if you care so much, haven’t you killed him?” I don’t understand every emotion that is running through me right now and I don’t care. “If he killed your mom why haven’t you stopped him?” I scream.
I want his father to die. I want to kill him myself.
“I want to kill him Abby trust me. I can’t, no matter how bad, I just can’t do it. I hear my mom in my head and…I can’t.”
“Why haven’t you turned him into the police then?”
He shakes his head. “Abby my father is a powerful man and not for one second do I believe he will pay for what he has done to my mom, to you, or any of the other people he has hurt.”
I’m nervously twisting an imaginary ring on my finger and I say imaginary because there isn’t a ring there.
Memory perhaps.
I shake my head waving the thought away.
“Powerful or not Evan, your dad doesn’t get to override the law.”
“I know, but in this case he can.” He sighs.
I think I’m losing my grip with reality because I will be damned to hell for eternity before I allow this man to get away with this shit. My stomach is burning with the sudden urge to slit this man’s throat. All of the pain he has put my family through.
I haven’t been able to live my life since this happened. I have been so damaged that I could never imagine having a decent normal life until this moment in front of me.
I had my sister’s blood on my hands, I’ve had nightmares every day since the accident and this man has been living his life like normal? Oh, I don’t think so.
“Evan, I don’t care who your father is I will see him burn in hell for what he has done to my family.” I mean every word of what I’m saying. “My sister, our baby, my fucking memory.” I’m going to explode.
Evan’s eyes are dark and I suddenly remember seeing these eyes before.
“Abby if it hurts you for Thomas Carter to walk the streets then I will be the one to handle it, not you. You can never dirty your hands. You’re my angel and I can never allow that. My hands are already dirty. My life is filled with fire and smoke. I’m not going to let you burn with me.”
If Evan thinks for one minute that I am going to let him do this by himself he has lost his mind. “I don’t blame you for what your father has done Evan, but I do blame you for covering it up. I want you to know that I will not let you do this yourself, I want to help. I want to see him take his last breath.”
“Abby once you go to that place in life you can’t back out. There isn’t an exit, there is only pain and darkness and this darkness is unlike any other.”
“Evan let me tell you! I may not remember the last year of my life, but I remember all of the time before that and trust me, I have been in a hell unlike any you could ever imagine. I can and I will do this, do you understand me?”
“I do understand and I support anything that you decide to do.” He presses a kiss to my lips. This kiss feels so perfect. These lips feel like they belong here.
I have spent the last six years trying to heal my mind and three months of that in a hospital room trying to heal my body. My sister is gone, my baby is gone, and now I will take back my life any way I can. If it means that I must sell my soul to put this right then that is what I will do.
I have stood in hell for six years and I
am
going to free myself from the fire that surrounds me. Evan says he doesn’t want me to burn, but he has no idea how badly burned I already am. I
will
make this right.
With Evan by my side I can walk through this hell.
Not the ending,
but just the beginning
Stay tuned for more of Evan and Abby
And their love story.
My Demons
Book Two
Coming soon
Continue reading for an excerpt from
My Demons
.
Chapter One
Abby
“Do you see me Abby?” a familiar voice asks into the darkness.
“No, I can’t see your face.” I know that I know this deep voice, but I can’t place it.
“Do you feel me Abby?” he growls.
“Yes, I feel you.” My answer releases with a harsh breath.
I do feel him, his hands are on my heated skin with force in a not so gentle way and I think I like it. The way he grips my body with his hands says he wants to devour me.
My hands are at his face taking in his profile. His skin is warm, there’s a few days’ worth of stubble on his jaw. My thumbs gently run over his lips. Oh his lips are full and moist. He must have just run his tongue across them. I get a tingle between my legs as I consider his tongue running over my body.
Just as I flinch from the fantasy, I feel his cheeks tighten, caused by a smile. He knows what he’s bringing me to.
I want you, oh my God I want you. I think to myself.
“You can have me anytime you want Abby all you have to do is say my name,” he answers my silent statement.
I don’t think I said that out loud. Did I? My brows furrow and my head tilts. His voice is so--, I don’t know what his voice is, but it feels like everything and yet nothing because I can’t place it. I know that it’s familiar, but the deepness his voice has is of passion and I don’t remember this kind of passion in my sad, miserable existence so, of course, I don’t know where this is coming from. I want to know though. If I had this every day would my life be worth living? I definitely think it would be and I’m down for that.
“What would I need to say to have you?” I cannot believe I just asked him this question. Inner sexy girl must be awake now. I’ll let her take over because she is so much better at this than I am.
“Tell me that you want me Abby. Tell me that I make you feel alive. Tell me you need my touch to survive. I need you to want me. But, you must know who I am Abigale or none of it makes sense.” He says each word with such conviction and I don’t know how to respond.
Maybe if I just throw myself at him and see where it goes, but shouldn’t I at least know his name or what he looks like? Shouldn’t I know who I’m giving myself to? Should I know this or should I just do it?
My body tenses with each thought, probably because I’m so conflicted between the desire and confusion. I’m confused because I have no idea whose hands are sliding across my naked flesh. I know that he’s naked too because I feel his hardness in my belly. I want it inside me, I want it hard inside me. I want him to throw me against the wall and take me right this minute. Oh yeah inner sexy girl is here and is spreading her legs ready and willing for this enormous amount of hardness that’s leaning up against me.
“Do you want me Abby? Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yus.” I wince once again.
I can’t stand it. I have never been this ready to be fucked. I can feel an orgasm sparking. I’m not going to come right this second, but if he puts his hand down there I’m sure it wouldn’t take long.
“Touch me.” I grab his hand and shove it to my heat.
“Abby I’m not going to touch you there until you tell me who I am.”
What the hell? He just said…
“But…I need you, I need you now.” My clit is pulsing out of control. If I can just rub against him I’m sure I’ll be screaming in seconds.
Why am I turned on so quickly by someone I don’t even know? All I can think about is the orgasm I’m going to be having in a few minutes unless he never touches me and then I’ll implode.
“Who am I Abby?”
I think about his question for a few seconds, but I have no idea who he is. Let me rephrase this; I know that I know him from somewhere, but I don’t know where. Does that make sense? I hope so because I am even more confused now than I was before.
“I don’t know…I don’t know who you are.” I wince.
“What do you feel here Abigale?” His palm cups my sensitive throbbing clit. His fingers find my wetness and they thrust hard and deep inside of me with no warning.
“Oh,” I scream. This is exactly what I want. His fingers are thick and he has at least four of them inside of me stretching me into a quivering hot wet mess.
“Who am I Abby?” He throws me against the wall forcefully with his body, grabbing my wrist with his free hand. “Do you want me to fuck you until your pussy screams for me to stop?” His dick is pressed so hard against my stomach it’s actually hurting my rib cage. His hand never stops thrusting inside of me and with every thrust of his fingers his hardness firmly presses into my stomach.
“Fuck me.” I let these words slip accidently, but I want him to fuck me hard and fast.
“Tell me who I am Abby and I’ll never stop fucking you. I’ll lick your pussy into oblivion. I’ll make you come until you pass out. I’ll lick, suck, and fuck your clit into an orgasm you have never known. All you have to do is tell me who I am.” The palm of his hand is rubbing against my clit as his fingers continue to fuck me hard and fast. “I want to hear you speak the name of the man who is bringing you to this.”
His dick is still hard on my belly and I can feel it pulse as the length grows against my skin.
“I don’t know who you are,” I scream because I have never needed to come more than I do right now. I feel like I’m in prison.
My hips are thrusting into the palm of his hand. I need every spark of friction that I can get. I need this release. My right arm is above my head, against the wall in his tight grip, a grip that will be sure to leave marks on my flesh. And yet I want him to squeeze harder. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Wouldn’t you rather come with my dick shoved hard and deep into your tight pussy?” His voice is a little bit condescending. “Say my name Abby, say it now or I leave.”
I don’t know what his name is, but if he leaves I will shatter. My insides will liquefy and the outside will literally shatter into pieces everywhere. I need him to touch me and fuck me hard until I’m unconscious. That’s all I want. But, I don’t know who he is.
“I don’t know.” I forcefully attempt to move my arm from the wall that’s being held by his tight grip. He grips tighter and I can’t move it. I squeeze my free arm tight around his neck. “Don’t leave me, please.”
“I’m sorry Abby I can’t stay.” And with these words he pulls his fingers from my pussy and grabs for my arm that is tightly gripping his neck. Pinning it to the wall with my other arm. He leans in close enough that I see magnificent blue eyes glistening from the streak of light that lingers in the darkness. “If I fuck you with my hard cock, will you remember my name then?”
“Yus.” I don’t hesitate with my answer. I need him so badly.
His lips move close as his tongue darts out from his full lips, taking over my own. His grip tightens forcefully around my wrists.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my breathing is labored, my clit is throbbing, and sweat is running down my naked body. I’m so worked up and I want to fight against him to take what I want.
“Ok, Abigale, I’ll give you what you want.”
Finally!
Just as the sexual frustration feels like it’s about to be relieved. His left hand remains on my wrists and his right hand tightens to my waist, turning my body to face the wall.
“You want me Abby?”
I’m silent for a few seconds, but only because I can’t think of anything to say. I don’t know this guy, but I have never felt more comfortable with anyone, ever.
“Yes.” This word wraps itself around everything that I know to be real and now takes possession of everything that isn’t.
My tiny wrists are being held against the cold wall with his one large hand. My body is pressed firmly against the wall also.
“Yes what?” He growls hard and deep into my ear.
“Yus I want you, I want you so badly.” I’m officially a whore. A proper girl doesn’t act like this. Right now any proper girl that had existed inside of me has jumped ship. ‘Sayonara chick’ is all I can say because I have no desire to have that person here, not here and not now.
The voice that echoes through my ears speaks again.
“Don’t move baby.” He slides his hand down my back crossing my ass cheeks gripping them in his hand tightly and then forcefully separating my legs. He’s so in control. I love it. His hand travels to my pussy sweeping my juices around to my clit and then to my forbidden spot.
“No,” I protest.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he growls again in a more soothing way this time.
I want to object and tell him no, but I can’t because it feels so good. Who the hell am I? He’s making me feel like someone else.
“Relax.”
I tense, but only because I’m kind of excited.
“Relax Abby.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out. As soon as the breath leaves my lips he slides his finger in.
“Ahh,” I moan loudly. I don’t know if this is from surprise of the sudden intrusion or the pain that I feel.
“Relax,” he says as he takes my ear into his mouth. “Relax and enjoy.”
“Enjoy what?”
“Relax, you’ll see.” He releases my hands from above my head and wraps his hand around my large breast squeezing it into his palm. His hand is so large that he does this easily. His fingers play with my nipple and then pinches it, not hard well, it’s kind of hard, but good.
I relax with the pleasure my nipple is experiencing and as soon as he feels my body relax in his hold his finger slides deeper inside of me. Immediately he chases down my stomach finding my pussy spreading the liquid that’s pooling there and rubbing my clit with it.
I push into him because I don’t know what else to do. The pleasure is so overwhelming and foreign to me. Is it supposed to feel this amazing?
“Oh shi- Ahh,”
His fingers are rubbing my clit in a circular motion and his other hand is in control of the most amazing feeling mixed with a little bit of fucked up.
“I’m going to take you here Abby.”
“Umm no, no you’re not.”
“Yes, yes I am and you’re going to come so hard and so fast you’ll beg for more. Or it will be so intense you beg me to stop. Huh, this is going to be interesting. Maybe you’ll beg for me to never stop.”
I haven’t actually seen his size, but I’ve felt it and I’m scared, scared to death.
“Relax baby and it’ll feel good I promise.”
His finger abandons me and finds liquid from my pussy and brings it to the one place I never thought I would be doing this. As soon as he has lubricated me I feel his hot…
“Oh my God.” His hard as hell dick jams into my pussy. I wasn’t expecting that at all. He presses me to the wall lifting my leg with his left hand so that he can ram himself inside of me. He lets go of my leg and pulls out.
“Oh shit don’t stop,” I beg.
He laughs. “Oh baby you got this all wrong. I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”
These words send a shiver from the back of my neck directly to the forbidden place I think… I definitely want, him to invade now. Inner sexy girl is biting her nails, hell she’s scared now and she’s never scared.
“Don’t think, just relax and I’ll have you screaming my name soon. You’ll never forget it again, not after this.” He bites my neck. More chills follow the recent ones.
His dick meets that place and I jump.
“Breathe out.”
I do as I’m told and with that release of breath I’m taken over to another place, a place I can’t explain. Truthfully, I don’t even know how I’m explaining this right now because…
Oh. My. God. This feels so amazing. “Ahh.”
“Relax.”
His hand slowly slides over my pussy teasing me until he gives me what I want, adding to the pleasure I’m already experiencing.
“Abby do you love me?”
All of the amazing sensations I’m having slowly start moving away. My hands push out against the cold wall in response to the loss.
“Wait! Wait!”
“Abby do you love me?”