Angel's POV
I felt a cold hand slipping under the blanket and running across my thigh.
"Simon?" He wore a screwed smile. "I missed you my love."
I slap his hands off my thighs creating distance as I run back to my back and hit the edge of the bed. A disgruntled sound erupted in my throat, of fear of the unknown. His breath fanned my face, his eyes peering from his dark lashes with evil intent.
He's dead drunk.
"Is it wrong to touch my woman?" He purred, reaching for his belt, unbuckling and slid it down to his knees while wearing his boxer briefs.
"Get hands off me!" I shrieked trying to get off the bed but his fast hands tackled me back flipping me on my back that I'm forced to face him eye to eye.
"Come to Daddy!"
I wiggle, fighting back and getting struck again
