“You’re burning a hole in my skin,” I say not looking up from my phone.

“How’s she doing?” Braxxon asks.

I look beside me at Lana when I answer him.

“She’s been asleep forever, so I guess she’s okay,” I murmur.

“You wanna tell me why you ran away from home?”

“No… it’s none of your business, Braxxon.”

“Have anything to do with your man’s head getting blown off?”

I jump up so fast I’m shocked. My movements do nothing to keep the twinkle out of his eyes and the smirk off his face. He’s laughing at me. He’s being a prick.

“When the hell do I get to go home?” I grit out.

“Whenever the f**k I say you can.” He stands up smoothly. “I’m gonna f**k the shit outta ya until you lose that attitude. Bitch is not a sexy look on Angels.”

“What?” I laugh. “I’m far from an Angel, Braxxon; you’ll do well to remember that.”

“C’mon baby, it’s been a long day. I’m ready to f**k you until I wear us both out.”

“No!”

I don’t wanna have sex. I just want to go home and forget all about these people, this place, and this new hell. His gray eyes narrow at me, and I begin backing away. For each step I take, he takes one. I’m making no distance, so I run for the door.

“Angel,” he growls before tossing me over his shoulder.

“What the—,” I’m interrupted by his large hand slapping my ass.

“You’re mine; you’ll do well to remember that, baby.” He laughs, using my own words against me while walking us through the clubhouse and up the steps to his apartment.

I start kicking and screaming with each step.

“Go get Creamy or someone else who wants to screw you. I don’t wanna sleep with you Braxxon, stop!”

“Ask me in Russian baby,” he murmurs slamming his door shut.

He can’t be serious!

“Now!”

Okay.

“Ostanouit’! YA ne khochu spat’s toboy!” I yell. “Stop! I don’t want to sleep with you!”

“That is so f**king sexy,” he growls, tossing me upside down on his bed. Before I know it, Braxxon is standing in front of me entirely naked while my head is hanging off the side of his bed.

“Suck my cock,” he demands.

“Get that thing away from me. I don’t want it.” I laugh smacking at his legs.

“Oh you’re just a playful bitch,” he growls huskily before pouncing on me upside down.

I shove him off me before rolling onto the floor, laughing. I haven’t had this much fun turning someone down ever.

Braxxon’s head peeks over the side, staring down at me with the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen in all my life. I’m a goner, and his eyes light up as if he can see my resolve fade away.

“C’mere,” he whispers.

“Net,” I moan. “No.”

“Jesus,” he growls before descending down on top of me.

“I’m going to f**k you, Winter,” he murmurs into my neck. My real name falling from his beautiful lips causes me to gasp.

Truer words have never been spoken. The thickness of his c**k presses down hard against my tummy as his lips work my neck.

“I don’t want you,” I whisper quietly.

“Angels aren’t supposed to lie, baby,” he says simply while edging my dress off me. His hands stop when he sees my red-laced thongs.

“I’m keeping these.”

Yank! There go my panties.

“What do you need my panties for?” I giggle.

“I’m gonna sniff them all week long until my Angel comes back to me next weekend.”

I stiffen. I’m not coming back. Hell to the no. I can tell that he likes me. Maybe only enough to screw a few times, but that isn’t enough to make me come back here. I decide to give in and just give him what he wants tonight, then maybe he’ll have his fill and leave me be.

“Prosto yebat’ menya,” I murmur running my fingernail down his chest. “Just f**k me.”

“I don’t know what that shit was that you just spouted off, but my c**k is aching. I’m about to f**k you so raw that every step you take is going to feel like your cunt has been rubbed down by sandpaper, baby.”

There is no warning, no soft touches, no fingering as his c**k fills me swift and hard. I cry out as he grips my legs around his waist, raising my butt off the floor. When he’s satisfied that I can hold my legs around him on my own, his hands yank my dress down over my br**sts.

“I wanna watch these gorgeous tits bounce,” he growls, slamming into me repeatedly. There is no rhythm. It’s the assault to my vagina he was just promising me. This isn’t for my pleasure; it’s for his. So I reach in between my legs and begin rubbing myself.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he tsk’s as his arms snake underneath me and raise me up, so I’m straddling him. Once I’m firmly seated, his fingers twist through my hair and yank my head back as his lips run down my chest, stopping at my nipple. He teases it with his tongue before clamping down on it hard. I scream out and start riding him.

“Harder bitch,” he growls yanking my hair even more. I snap my head back up and scratch my fingernails down his back as I slam down on him.

“Shit,” he hisses while somehow flipping me over and planting my face into the carpet. His balls smacking my front as he fills me with his come.