DANIEL
I’d known the exact moment Angel peeked into my study.
She probably didn’t know that I felt her presence even before I saw her shadow in the doorway, and she couldn’t have known that I’d orchestrated every second of it.
Camilla and Maria were good at what they did. They knew exactly how to use their mouths and hands to pleasure a man.
But my còck had stayed only half-hard the entire time they worked on me.
Because they weren’t her.
The door which had been left ajar had been a test for Angel.
And she had failed spectacularly—or succeeded, depending on how you looked at it.
When I’d looked up and met her eyes through that gap in the door, I saw exactly what I needed to see.
Rage. Possessiveness. That beautiful, twisted obsession that told me I’d broken her in all the right w
