ANGEL
“You won’t do it,” I challenged, sitting up slowly. My shirt had ridden up, exposing the strip of stomach above my shorts. I didn’t fix it. “You’re not like Daddy.”
I was using Daniel’s ghost like a blade. “Daddy wouldn’t give warnings like you, he’d have already spread me open with his bare hands and checked every hole I have. And I would have been dripping wet for him the whole time. I would have begged him to go deeper.”
Vincent grabbed my arm, and he hauled me to my feet so fast the room blurred.
His grip was bruising, possessive—the same iron grip Daniel used when I’d misbehaved. The exact same pressure in the same place.
“Don’t.” He growled. “Don’t compare me to that bastard.”
“Why not?” I leaned into his grip instead of pulling away, pressing my body against his. “You g
