Covered in blood, I step out of my car in the middle of the night and stumble into the church. My limbs feel heavy, and my heart is burdened with yet another murder. But I don’t regret a thing.

That motherfucker had it coming for him.

I push the doors open and slide inside. Luckily, no one’s inside. At least, not from what I can see.

Rubbing my forehead, I make my way to the altar, wiping away the blood from my face when I see the statue in front of me. There, I fall to my knees and make the sign of the cross on my chest.

“God … please forgive me for my sins,” I murmur, and I grab the cross hanging from my neck and press a kiss to it.

Blood drips down to the floor as I let out a sigh and stare up at His image, welcoming His judgment. I know full well what I did … that I committed a heinous crime. But if God will not punish those responsible for my misery, then I will hand out the pain.

Suddenly, I feel something on my shoulder. In a moment of fear, I pull my knife and almost lash out.

I barely manage to stop myself from slicing Laura.

I stare into her eyes as the knife drops to the floor.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck.

I almost hurt her.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter.

She smashes her lips together and shakes her head. I wonder if she’ll run. If she’s afraid of me. She should be.

I’m covered in the blood of my enemies.

I still feel like an animal after killing the gang member working for her dad.

She knows he and I have business now … and she’s in the middle of it all.

Still, she stays, unmoving, the look on her face as certain as it’s always been.

But I can’t look her in the eyes the same way I could before. My gaze falls to her feet as the thought crosses my mind that I could use her as leverage. But I could never risk her life.

I couldn’t even touch her like that.

The moment the knife almost cut her … I haven’t experienced terror like that in ages. A feeling I haven’t felt in years. The last time was when …

I shake my head and rub my lips together. The metallic taste of blood enters my mouth, reminding me of my sins.

“I killed someone,” I mutter as my eyes slowly rise until they meet hers, which shine with endless compassion, and the guilt rushes through my veins.

She swallows, visibly constrained. “I can tell.”

I look at my arms and hands. I look like I’ve bathed in blood.

She drops to her knees right in front of me and tilts my chin up. “You don’t have to tell me anything. God is the only one who can judge us.”

I nod, and she puts her shoulder under my arm, helping me up.

I groan as pain shoots through my stomach, probably from my fight with Sergio.

“Are you hurt?” she asks, wrapping her hand around my waist.

“No, I’m okay,” I say. “It’s only a few bruises. No big deal.”

She helps me to my room, but when I glance over my shoulder and see the trail of blood behind me, I say, “I’ll have to clean that up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she says, guiding me inside. “I’ll do it.”

She turns on the faucet and wets two cloths, handing one to me. “Clean yourself up a little. I’ll be right back.” She leaves with the other wet cloth, probably to clean up the mess I made.

While she’s gone, I take off the ring around my finger and place it by the sink. Then I look at myself in the mirror, disgusted with what I see. I wipe away what I can, but the cloth is quickly drenched in blood, and adding water doesn’t help one bit.

When she comes back, I glance over my shoulder right when she turns on the light.

She stops in her tracks, clearing her throat as she focuses her gaze on me. Then she closes the door. The way the left side of her lip quirks up makes me suddenly aware of the fact that we’re alone. As she approaches me, I grasp the sink, worried that I might hurt her. I’m still tormented by my own need to inflict pain on those who did me wrong, and for some reason, it’s hard to distinguish friend from foe.

She carefully peels my bloody fingers loose and pulls me along with her into the shower. She turns it on, and warm water pours down on my clothes and skin. Blood mixes with the water, creating an eerie color, but she doesn’t seem fazed.

Instead, she only comes closer, running her fingers through my dirty hair, cupping my face. Testosterone is still raging through my body, and my hormones go on full tilt the moment she rips open my shirt and pushes it off my arms.

I love feeling her hands on my muscles. What can I say? Underneath this rugged beast is still a man made of flesh … and his flesh is getting stiff as a board.

With a firm hand, she tugs on my belt, pulling me closer as she pulls it out of the loops. I watch her, meticulously licking my lips as she throws the belt away and unbuttons my pants. In one go, she pulls down both my pants and boxer shorts, leaving me naked and with a rock-hard dick.

One quick glance and she’s grinning.

Of course, she is.

I smile, shaking my head, which is still covered in blood.

This is really fucked up.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, unsure how to respond to her warmth.

“I’ve seen men like you before,” she says.

“What … covered in blood?” I reply. “Or with a raging hard-on?”

She smiles. “Both.”

I raise a brow. “At the same time?”

Her smile broadens. “That’s a first.”

Laughing, I close my eyes and let the water pour onto my face, washing away the blood with my hands. Her hands wrap around my neck, and her head leans on my shoulder, her tits pushing against my chest.

“I’m glad you came back,” she whispers in my ear.

Goose bumps scatter on my skin as I look down into her pristine eyes, and at that moment, I realize I’m starting to fall in love with the daughter of my enemy.

God, I’m so fucking screwed.

She leans away and grabs my hand, placing it on her soaked blouse. She guides my hand across her tit, and my cock responds with a bounce. As she bites her lip, she pushes my hand further down until it’s between her legs, where she squeezes tight.

That’s it.

I’ve tried to fight temptation, but with her standing here in my shower and her clothes completely soaked, it’s impossible.

And as I’m overtaken by lust, I grab her waist and push her against the wall, smothering her mouth with mine.

I don’t care what anyone thinks or what I should think.

She’s mine, and nobody will take her away from me.

Not even my own need for revenge.

My tongue flicks along her lips, eager to take her right here and now. Arousal courses through my veins, a remnant of the power I felt mere minutes ago when I murdered one of my most hated enemies. And now, I’m taking it all out on her.

When she raises her hand, I grab her wrist and pin it to the wall. I nudge her legs apart and make her feel the hard-on she caused. She doesn’t seem to mind as she grins against my lips.

I use the opportunity to take her mouth with my tongue, swiveling around hers. I want her so badly; I can’t control my urges anymore. She tastes so damn good; it’s like a drug to me.

My hands travel down to her tits, and I pinch her nipples, rolling them around between my fingers. She moans into my mouth, and my dick pulses against her pussy with greed.

I swiftly spin her around and shove my hand between her legs, lifting her skirt and claiming her.

“You’re mine and no one else’s …” I growl, pulling her panties aside and rubbing her clit.

“I don’t want anyone else,” she murmurs, parting her legs for me.

I slide my fingers up and down her slit to enjoy the wetness, and I press a kiss to the nape of her neck. “I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”

She snorts and tilts her head back, allowing me to nibble on her earlobe. “I’m still mad at you, you know …”

“I know. I chased you away. So let me make it up to you,” I whisper, sucking on her skin.

She bites her lip as I bury my finger into her pussy.

“Fuck …” she mutters.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you all right,” I groan. “I wanna feel you come like the good little sinful girl you are.”

“Are you calling me a little girl?” she retorts.

“Would you prefer good little whore?” I muse. “Because, either way, you’re fucking mine.”

She grins as I circle her clit. “I’ll take either … just keep doing that.”

“Oh, I will …” I groan, licking my lips as her clit engorges from my touch. “I’ll make this pussy come so hard that you’ll beg this preacher to impale you.”

“Who’s being the whore now?” she quips.

I shove her against the wall, and she gasps from the coldness against her nipples. Then I push my hand between her thighs and prop my dick between her ass cheeks.

“You ready for me, babe?”

“Fuck, yes …” she moans at the same time I push the tip in.

In one go, I push in completely, burying my cock deep inside her. She holds her breath as I pull out, and when I thrust in again, another loud moan comes from her mouth. I cup her pussy with one hand while fucking her, and with my other hand, I form a knot in her hair and twist, pulling her head back.

“Fuck,” she hisses, almost like she can’t handle me.

“Shouldn’t have come into the shower with me,” I growl. “Now you’ll feel my rage.”

“Rage?”

“You think I come off killing people easily?” I mutter, banging her hard. “Fuck no.”

I ram into her again, this time putting every inch of myself inside her until I hear her squeal. “Come,” I growl. “Milk me.”

I spank her ass and use her waist as handles as I thrust into her. As I flick her clit, her legs wobble, and she can barely stay upright. I hold her in place as she tiptoes around my large cock, barely able to keep up.

She lets out a big moan, and her muscles clamp around my length, wetness pouring out of her. Fuck, it feels so good that I come too.

Howling like a fucking animal, I go in balls deep and pump my seed into her, again and again. When I pull out, my dick is still hard, even though her pussy is creamed. As my jizz drips out of her, she leans her face against the wall and takes large gulps of air.

“Fuck … you’re so damn dirty,” she murmurs out of breath.

Damn right I am, and I’ll prove it to her right now.

I twist her around and put my hands on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees. “Open your mouth,” I growl as I grab a fistful of her hair.

When her lips part, I shove my cock inside and start pumping again. She looks a little dazed, shocked even that I’m fucking her mouth, but I don’t care. I want this. I need this. So I’m going to take it like the greedy motherfucker I am.

With fervor, I thrust deep into her throat, making her gag. I love the sounds she makes and the way she looks up at me with those pristine blue eyes, begging me to come again. I can tell she likes it because her hand is between her legs.

Her tongue rolls around my dick as I push inside, and I tilt my head and close my eyes to enjoy the feeling. God, how I fucking love what she does with her filthy mouth, and for now, that’s enough for me.

I groan and grasp her hair tighter, using it as reins so I can fuck her even harder.

She doesn’t seem to mind.

In fact, I think she’s starting to like it, judging by her needy gaze.

“You’re so pretty when you let me fuck you,” I murmur, holding her head with both hands. “But you’re even prettier with my cum inside your mouth.”

She eagerly licks my cock, and it bounces up and down against her throat, making her gag again.

I push harder to hear that sound again, and I pinch her nose with my fingers just to feel her muscles tighten. “Take it,” I growl. “Show me how filthy you are.”

When I let go, she gasps for air, and I pull out to let her breathe.

“Fuck …” she mutters. “You weren’t kidding.”

“This is the one time I’m not,” I reply, grabbing her chin and pulling her mouth open. “And I mean it when I say I’m going to coat your tongue with my cum.”

She smiles and bites her lip at the same time, making me even hornier.

Goddamn, this woman. She’ll be the death of me.

I push my cock back inside and go hard and fast, not giving a shit about how wrong it is. She spits on my length, and I use it as lube to slip in and out easier. When I’m in deep again, I pinch her nose again, forcing her to feel my length down her throat.

Three more thrusts and I’m done for.

“Make yourself come,” I groan as my cock explodes in her mouth.

Her pleading eyes almost roll into the back of her head as she brings herself to what looks like a delicious orgasm.

My seed jets into the back of her throat, and I hold her jaw as she struggles to keep it inside. “Swallow it all …” I mutter as she breathes raggedly through her nose.

She nods, and when her tongue rolls, I push in and out again to make sure she licks it all up. When I’m sated, I swipe my thumb along her lips. She grabs my finger and tugs it into her mouth, licking it until every bit of evidence is gone.

She’s still on her knees in front of me, and with the hot water pouring down on my skin, I finally realize what kind of a dirty angel she is.

She’s my dirty angel, and no amount of anger can ever replace that wantonness I feel when I’m around her.

I smile and cup her face. “Thank you,” I say.

Because she’s all I needed to have right now, and I’m so damn grateful that she came.

Literally and figuratively.