I force back a satisfied grin as I stand in Angel’s monochromatic bedroom. The decor is a black and white theme. A modern sleigh bed is in the center of the room, a couple of chests of drawers are in one corner near her double closet, and two cream armchairs sit neat the large window on one wall. Everything’s neat and orderly.

Angel wasn’t ready to pay a visit to my clubhouse, but she didn’t mind inviting me to her apartment this time around. Thank fuck, because I was starting to feel like I was back in high school again. Still, I’m a little surprised to be here, and to find that she has not one, but three pets running underfoot. The woman doesn’t strike me as a dog person, or a pet person, for that matter. But as she chases three canines out of her bedroom and into a spare room down the hall, the pet lover in her starts to show.

Scanning around the room, I take in the childhood photos and family portraits hanging on the walls and on frames on her night tables. From the looks of it, she had a happy childhood and grew up in a well-adjusted family.

At least one of us got to hold on to our families.

I notice a few photos of her with a girl, and make a guess that it’s Dean Roman’s cousin. The resemblance is obvious. They look more and more like siblings the longer I look. And I’ve seen her somewhere before. Maybe Angel’s friend has ties to the outlaw life too. I wonder if Angel does too. So far, she hasn’t given me any hints to suggest any knowledge of that world. Angel seems like one of the most straight-laced women I’ve met in years.

I hear her at the bedroom door a minute later, flicking off the light switch on her way back to me. I feel her touch before I see her. Her hands reach around my waist from her spot behind me, her big tits soft and inviting against my back. Perking up, I turn to find her wearing something different. It exposes a lot more of her voluptuous cleavage.

I’m fucking hard and impressed at her choice of outfit.

She’s in some kind of leather halter dress.

Her fingers twist a lock of her blonde hair, and I can’t stop myself from swallowing down a groan as I watch her every move. The way her eyes blink up at me. Once. Twice. The curl of her soft fingers as her hand slides up the other arm and stops at her neck, massaging one spot. Like a silent warning, something in her eyes tells me there’s more to come, and I wait, curious to find out what else I’ll learn about her tonight.

“Down,” she commands in that tone she used outside the Hell Valley Saloon.

“What?”

“You don’t get to talk now. I’ll take what I want, and then you can go home happy, got it?”

My cock springs to life again. That look in her eye. She’s a dominant? Before I can ask, Angel puts her hands up into my hair and holds on to a fistful, tugging at my scalp as she uses her controlling grip to guide me down to my knees.

“There. Down,” Angel repeats.

Pain lances through my scalp as the realization hits. This curvy little thing has dropped me to my knees. The sound of my weight hitting the floor echoes around the room, bouncing off the chocolate brown, almost black hardwood floors.

Really? Domination? From this little vixen? I should’ve known, from that smart mouth and confident attitude. Female domination is all kinds of new to me. I have to admit, so far I kind of like it. There’s no hiding the reaction that flickers across my skin while I blindly search for her face in the shadows.

“Am I calling you Mistress Angel now?” I ask.

“I said no talking. My place, my rules.”

Entertained, I nod my agreement.

I don’t know what she actually wants from me, although I’m sure she’ll clue me in soon. A tingle of need spreads down my spine. My knee caps still ache like a son of a bitch. Yet I don’t move an inch. I’m curious to see what this particular version of Angel has in store for me.

Her fingernails delicately play along my scalp. Soon, I start to question whether seducing her was my plan at all. Maybe, in my own twisted way, I completely missed that she was in charge from the get go, and had me on lockdown the whole time. That’s a first. I swallow past the lump in my throat and close my eyes, taking a deep breath of her floral scent, patiently waiting for the next words to come off her seductively bright red lips.

“Take your pants off.”

Her order is firm, but said in a whisper. Her voice hangs in the air as I do what I’m told, and decide to get to my feet and take the rest of my clothes off while I’m at it. My hands fumble against my jeans, but a second later, as I return to my kneeling position, my dick springs out from my pants into the cool air. Angel is utterly silent. Our choppy breaths seem to echo in her room. Once I’m naked, I idly wrap my palm around my shaft, stroking up and down my length for some relief as I wait.

“What are you doing?” Angel demands in a question, the sharp cut of her voice ricocheting around the space like a whip cracking. Her hands dig into my hair again. “Did I say you could do a damn thing?”

“No,” I say, but it’s hard to fight the overwhelming urge to pick her up, throw her into her bed and fuck her brains out. I’ll keep trying, for now anyway. I’ll give her what she wants tonight, especially if it means getting exactly what I need.

God, we’re a fucking pair.

“Then don’t.” Angel pats my head. Twice. My cock twitches from her touch. I’m eager for more of her body against mine, eager for this game to be over and done with so I can take the reins again.

“Touch me,” she orders, releasing her grip on my hair.

Ready to do just that, I brush my fingers against the soft skin of her bare thigh. All the air in my lungs leaves in a whoosh of sound. This is fucking intense, and she knows it. I hear her moan with need as she leans into my touch. I skim the backs of my knuckles up along her inner thigh, and higher, closer, peeling the constrictive leather material upward as I make my way to my prize.

And fuck, my dick is that much harder when my fingers reach her folds, confirming that she’s naked under this leather costume.

“Don’t stop,” she says. The softer, sweeter sound of her voice returns, and resonates deep in my chest.

I skim the last inch or so, easing along her wet folds. Angel leans into my every touch, taking what she needs, urging me on. This position gives me a whole different point of view. I can touch her every curve and soft spot, taste her juices, smell her sweetness, and see her reaction all at the same time.

And I fucking love it.

I inhale the slick warmth of her on my fingers, then flick my thumb over her clit with my other hand. She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to. Not with all the other signals she sends out. Like her hands grazing along my head, shoulders and chest as though she can’t stop touching me. And her inner thighs that tremble against my arm. And her light, breathy moans that grow more intense. She’s close. So close. I savor her taste on my tongue, easing my other hand up her curves to one breast. Slipping my fingertips past the seam of leather halter top, I circle her nipple.

Angel’s hips jerk forward. It’s exactly the response I want.

Her whole body’s mine now.

“More,” she commands, although her control is quickly eroding as she gives herself over to the moment.

To me.

And fucking right, there’ll be more.

Slowly, I lean in. My tongue arches and flicks her clit. She’s unsteady now, weak with desire. Pulling from her breast, I wrap an arm around her waist and steady her trembling form.

“Easy,” I soothe, loving the way she writhes as the hot breath of sound passes over her wet center.

“I need…more,” she moans, choking on the words.

Her wish is my command. The idea of taking her over the edge, of taking back control is more powerful than ever. That’s no surprise. I’m used to running the show, in and out of the bedroom.

Easing my tongue along her soft folds, I dip my tongue between them. She jolts from that simple touch, and soon, after all my earlier teasing, her body gives in to an orgasm that causes her knees to buckle as her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders. Angel continues to tremble beneath my touch, still muttering her pleas for more.

More.

Need overpowers me. Taking over becomes the only option. I stare up into her face as I get to my feet, then scoop her up and carry her to her bed, kissing her possessively. She kisses back too. So much for Angel being in control. Not that it wasn’t fun. I won’t let her surprise me like that again, although who knows. With the insane chemistry between us, anything’s possible. Just knowing that she held out for so long, fighting for the upper hand makes me harder than fuck again.

Pulling from her kiss, I nip a trail down her neck and collarbone, then lower. As my lips hover over one breast, I release short, hot breaths on her nipple before taking her puckered flesh into my mouth.

And Angel cries out my name.

She really shouldn’t do that.

That sound is too sweet, too hard to ignore, drawing me to a place in my mind where I want to hear it all the time. Every damn day.

Mine.

Groaning through the urge, I lift from her breasts and cover her mouth with mine. I let my hands roam down to her ass and grind my cock against her. She so fucking responsive. I’m loving the way she rolls her hips in time with her tongue as she explores my mouth.

Needing more, I drag the zipper down the front of her dom dress until it’s open all the way, making her full tits more accessible. I peel off all that leather off her shoulders, throwing it off the side of the bed.

“You’re fucking gorgeous naked,” I whisper, biting back a groan as I stop to appreciate every soft curve under me.

I leave the bed to quickly find the condoms in my jeans, which are at the center of the room where I left them from my pants. Returning to bed, I quickly put the condom on, part her legs slowly, smiling as she hums out a sultry moan. I clutch her inner thighs with each hand and meet her eyes as I position myself and rub my tip along her warmth. Angel lifts her hands to my chest. As she laces her finger together, her hips roll, allowing me in, inch by inch. Slow and steady. Hot and intense. When I’m deep inside of her, I ease out and sink my cock into her. Hard and rough this time. She gasps out a breath shutting her eyes tight and gripping the hairs at the base of my neck. I do it again. Harder. Faster. Deeper with every stroke. I could stay like this all night, staring down at the pleasure on her stunning face as Angel crashes through another peak as I fuck her. Her tight inner walls grip around my cock, massaging my shaft as her body seizes. She holds me tight while her body takes what I’m giving, burying her head into my neck.

I don’t stop. With each thrust, I need more. I have to get her in my bed. The image of her silky blonde waves fanned out on my pillow, her scent infused into my bedsheets, her red lips crying out my name drives me insane, and in a few more strokes, I come.

My head is spinning. There’s so much energy firing between us, I need to either pull away now or own her completely.

“That was…” I start, but the words won’t come as I adjust my weight and relax at her side.

She molds her body to me. Enjoying the moment for a while, I run my fingers through her hair and down her back, not quite ready to leave.

But after some time, she sits up and pulls the covers up her body. “You should probably go. I have an early day tomorrow.”

“All right,” I rumble out, and leave the bed to get my clothes back on. “See you around, sweet thing,” I add over my shoulder as I head out of her bedroom and leave though the front door. I won’t dare look back, not when everything in me is fighting hard to turn around and stay.

Because deep in my gut, I know the truth.

She’s already mine.