ANGEL

Dinner was tense, Daddy sat at the head of our long pristine dining table as usual.

Jillian perched next to him, dressed in a red condom dress that showed the shape of her huge bréasts. 

I have always been pissed by how truly attractive she was. Jillian had an exotic model-like face, her títs were huge, her waist was tiny and her àss was round. 

She was womanly and sultry in a way that made me feel like a little girl compared to her.

I always felt bitter and jealous each time she was this close to daddy, touching him like she owned him, but not right now, I couldn't be fully jealous when the remnant of adrenaline still throbbed heavily in my veins. 

I focused on my plate, I had no appetite for my favourite steak, and I was unable to meet anyone's eyes, especially not his. 

Daniel's. 

My fingers were trembling, the air felt too thick. I couldn't breathe, my nostrils hurt, my lungs were burning. 

The silence of the large dining room felt like a sound itself, drumming in my ears and making my heart beat faster. And faster, ticking like the grandfather clock on the high wall of the dining room. 

Was Daniel going to report me to Daddy? What was Daddy going to think of me if his friend told him about how he walked in on me, my shorts to my ankles, Daddy's boxers clutched around my pússy and me móaning out his name?

And the worst part? Seeing Daniel on that door, my órgasm had exploded from me, he'd watched me cúm, seen the rush of wetness that trailed down my pússy, my glistening fingers pumping in and out and the way my toes curled around the sheets.

Daniel had stood there watching me behave like the slút of the century. I had wanted to make a point to him. I thought if he could hear me móaning daddy's name, then he would stop looking at me with those terrifying intense lusty eyes of his. 

How foolish I had been, now I was under his mercy. My fate lies on whether he spoke or not. 

I could imagine the disappointment in Daddy's eyes if he knew what his good girl had been doing and it sprang tears to my eyes which I blinked back.

I could feel a stare burning into my head like heated torches, I didn't have to look to know it was Daniel. 

When I lifted my head slightly, I discovered that I was right, his grey eyes were studying me, his face didn't reveal any emotions, but those eyes, a grey so bright that it seemed like he was blind were watching me thoroughly. My skin prickled with goosebumps, he was not touching me, but I already felt violated, when his eyes dropped to my chest, I felt my nípples tighten in response. It wasn't aróusal, just fear, I told myself. 

I gulped, chewing my food slowly but it got stuck in my throat, I knew he could tell I was nervous, and he was intentionally making it worse by looking at me like this. 

"Angel, how is your college application going?" Daddy broke the silence, his deep raspy voice made me squeeze my legs together. 

No, I couldn't be aróused now, not when Daniel was watching me, probably taking in all my reactions. 

But daddy was just so hot that I felt myself becoming slick with want anyway, his black sleeves rolled neatly to reveal thickly muscled tattooed forearms. 

Two buttons of his crisp black shirt had been left undone, giving me a brief glimpse of a hairy chest. A chest I wanted to bury my face into. 

I licked my dry lips and then realized that Daddy was still waiting for an answer while I was staring like some idíot. His eyes were a midnight black, his hair was jet black which he kept shortly trimmed. His nose was strong and straight, and the curve of his jaw could slice diamonds, the stubble of beard on his chin made him sexíer than hell.  

Fúck, I was still staring. 

I cleared my throat "I picked nearby colleges, but I'm yet to get any feedback,"

Of course, I only picked the closest university choices because I wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

"Actually dear, your father and I have something to tell you," Jillian's hateful voice spoke for the first time, her manicured red painted nails gripping Daddy's strong-looking fingers. 

I gazed at her to see those red lips stretched in a smile, my stomach clenched with unease, I could already tell that whatever it was that she had to say, I wasn't going to like it.

"After much thought your father and I came to a decision, we are going to send you abroad to further your education,"

Her words sat like a bomb in my chest. One second. Two seconds. And then it fúcking exploded. 

The fork clattered from my hands to the floor, my head snapped from Jillian to daddy who was watching me closely, those midnight black eyes that I used to love were firm with determination as though he already knew how I was going to react and he wasn't going to change his mind about it. 

"I'm not going anywhere!" My voice was high and shrill, echoing in the large dining room. 

My chin tilted stubbornly as my eyes snapped to Daniel who was taking a sip of his red wine, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Was it him?

Was he the one who told Daddy to send me away?

I glared at him accusingly until Daddy's deep voice snapped me out of it.

 "Baby girl, I am only thinking the best for you, business has been dangerous these days. I may not be able to protect you all of the time, it's safer for you to be abroad, didn't you always want to visit Europe?" Daddy said calmly while I shook my head.

If there was anyone who could protect me, it was him.

Only him.

And now, Europe has turned into the most hateful word in my vocabulary.

"No Daddy, I'm not going anywhere, I'm not schooling abroad, if you want me to go anywhere then you must come with me! You know I don't like going anywhere without you," I glared at him with glassy eyes.

Jillian rolled her eyes, grasping Daddy's arm. "See, I knew she was not going to be reasonable, you've spoiled her rotten, now she is being a brat..."

"Jillian, enough!" Daddy cautioned her, Jillian smiled at me again, her eyes filled with malice.

But it was Daddy's next words that shattered my heart.

"You're leaving next week, that's final!" He spoke in that commanding tone that is usually reserved for his subordinates.

ANGEL

Tears started to burn in my eyes, hot and intense, why did he want to send me away? To a whole different country?

I pushed away from the table, shoving the chair carelessly with a crashing sound. If he was being difficult, I could be stubborn as well, daddy always had to give in to me in the end, this time would be no different.

"I know what's best for me, none of you can make me go away, don't think you can get rid of me, Mommy!" I spat out the last part at Jillian before turning around, racing towards my room.

My tears were falling faster and faster. My chest rose and fell with the exertion of breathing and running away when I so much wanted to slap that bítch's face.

Daddy was the only one I have left, I can't lose him, I won't.

To the whole world, they knew Daddy as a dangerous cruel man, he was the feared powerful leader of the devil's runt, a secret underground club. Everyone thought he was frightening, but to me, he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I was just ten years old when my parents died. Daddy had been the one who found me in that closet after my parents had been murdered in cold blood. I'd been so frightened, but Daddy told me to close my eyes, he told me to be good and count to a hundred, and that once I opened my eyes again, everything would be fine again.

He shielded me from the monstrosity of what was done to my parents by their enemies.

After my parents' house was burned to the ground, Daddy brought me to his mansion, and since then he became my only parent, more than a guardian, he was my daddy. Mine. He was mine first before Jillian.

I used to be the only one in his life and I basked in every second of his attention and affection.

Everything got ruined when Jillian came into our lives and brought her psychotic brother with her.

Daniel was dangerous because like Daddy, he was also a member of the secret underground club.

He was silent, he could walk into a room and you wouldn't notice, he didn't speak much either, but those eyes, those intense burning grey eyes saw through everything and looked at me with lust it seemed only I could see. That day I'd caught him staring at my ass which was peeking through my shorts, I had seen the way he licked his lips, I'd seen the bulge in his pants, he knew I noticed it too, he had brought his palm and rubbed his crotch while staring at me like he would pounce and fuck the shit out of me.

But I was Daddy's daughter, which meant I was untouchable. He could only lust after me, and carefully too, because Daddy had once plucked out the eyes of one of his men for peeking at me while I was in the swimming pool.

Daddy was protective and possessive. So, why was he sending me away now?

I was certain it was because of that psychopath Daniel.

I sat on my large queen-sized bed, my knees drawn to my chest. I waited five minutes.

Daddy didn't come.

Before he married Jillian, he would have come running after me. He hated seeing me cry, and whenever I did, he would do anything to make me stop.

But now, I was crying, and Daddy was nowhere to comfort his little princess. Everything was happening because of stupid Jillian and her stupid brother, I wiped off angry tears, but they kept falling anyway.

Jillian was too shrewd, from the moment she stepped into this house, she'd been set to uproot me from it.

I had always been the crafty one, usually it was me who always got rid of the other whóres that came into daddy's life. I was the one who tortured them, not the other way around.

The previous bítch has been very naive, trying to sugarcoat to me by buying me gifts each time she visited. It had been very easy to deal with her. I'd hurt myself and lied that she harmed me. Daddy had been enraged, his face had gotten so red like he would explode, his eyes had gone maniac with rage and he had nearly shot her that night.

In the end, he sent her away and I never saw her around Daddy after that day. I had touched my cúnt that night, pleasuring myself to daddy's fierce protectiveness. My feelings and obsession had grown until it was burning me alive from within,

The bítch after that whóre had been more problematic, so I had to go an extra mile to get rid of her.

I knew she used to work at a strip club because I investigated, how could such a dirty slút think she deserved daddy?

The son of the owner of the strip club, Kevin, was a friend of mine in high school, Kevin had always wanted to fúck me, it hadn't been difficult to convince him to lend me a favour, he thought I'd let him hit if he pleased me enough.

Together, we lured the whóre with money, and she had fallen for it. We promised her fifty grand just to entertain a client at the strip club she used to work at, just for a night. The bítch thought it was easy money, she'd betrayed daddy and agreed to the offer to fúck the client.

I paid the client twice that amount to record the séx. Then, I had anonymously sent Daddy the clips of the video, and just to humiliate her further, Kelvin posted it on a pórn website that went viral.

Daddy found out his fiancée had cheated on him, and he'd been the one to put a hole through her head, after letting all his subordinates gangbang her to their fill.

After that incident, Daddy became only mine again.

Until Jillian.

She had been different. My life was ruined the day I found out how important she was to Daddy, they'd been childhood friends and also business partners in the crime world.

She'd been studying me, calculating ways to tame me, she hit me with her moves before I was even aware of it.

The first thing she did when she became daddy's girlfriend was storm into my room. Next, a harsh slap was delivered on my face.

I'd been on my bed that afternoon, she had just walked straight towards me and yanked my hair, throwing me against the floor and the next thing I felt was the sting of her slap. To say I was shocked was an understatement, no one ever hit me.

It turned out the last bítch I'd made a viral pórn video of was an old friend of hers and while she didn't think replacing and fúcking her dead friend's man was a crime, she thought what I did was terrible.

I had reported to Daddy of course, showing him my bruised face and thinking he would uphold justice for me and get rid of Jillian for hurting me.

But Jillian, she had already prepared for it, she had provided proof of what I did, about paying the client to create a video and then posting it online. Even though that bítch had been the one who was greedy for money and allowed herself to get fúcked, Jillian had painted it to be my fault.

Ever since that day, Daddy changed. He had told me how disappointed he was in me, and when he'd asked me why I did it, I told him that I had just wanted to find out if the woman who was going to be my mom was loyal, it wasn't my fault that she turned out to be a próstitute.

That was the first time my daddy had ever looked at me strangely, like he couldn't believe his baby girl could be so cruel.

He no longer believed everything I told him after that day, he chose Jillian over me and even got married to her. I hated that Jillian forced me to call her Mommy when I absolutely detested her.

A knock sounded.

My heart leapt. I raced towards the door, my anger all forgotten.

Daddy was here, that was all that mattered. He came to comfort me after all.

I yanked the door open. My heart sank to my feet.

It wasn't Daddy.

Intense dead dead-looking grey eyes stared back at me.

ANGEL

Daniel stood in the doorway and disappointment struck me square in the chest, I didn’t even try to hide it, my eyes narrowed at him and the glass of milk in his hand. Since when was it his turn to get me anything? This would also make it twice since he’d come to my room today. 

“Why is it you? Where is daddy?” I looked behind him as though Daddy would somehow appear, my dismay morphed to anger when I saw that Daniel indeed came alone. 

“Have you been crying?” He was studying me closely with those focused eyes.

“It’s none of your fúcking business!” I snapped, irritated. I hated the way his eyes unnerved me, like he was stripping my flesh from my bones. 

I thought I saw his lips twitch. “You actually look better when you cry, it suits you,” His eyes blazed with something resembling mockery. “It makes your eyes more beautiful, like a true Bratz doll.”

Did he just fúcking say that? Now, I had the urge to gouge out my own eyes with a fork. 

If I got any more pissed, I might as well just blow up. 

No need to answer him. I won’t give him any more reactions. 

I started to close the door, but his voice stopped me. “Your daddy is busy with Jillian, he doesn’t have time to coax you, I think he mentioned they are trying for a baby” His tone was low, taunting. 

I looked at him with as much hate as I could muster, I’d always felt hostility toward him for being so quiet, who knew my enmity would only deepen when he opened his mouth like this? 

Wait. . .

Was Daddy trying for a baby? With that woman?

Those words spiked something hot and venomous within me, it was too intense and raw to be simple jealousy, more like a feeling where I wanted to march down the hallway to their bedroom and pull out daddy’s cóck from mommy’s cúnt. 

“Get out, and I’m not drinking that!” I started to slam the door closed again, but his booted leg suddenly provided a wedge.

“What the fúck is your problem?! If you have something to say, then spit it out and fúcking leave, Uncle dearest,” My voice dripped with unconcealed disdain, he still looked calm, totally unaffected by my tantrums, and this only blazed my fury. 

“Are you always this rude, Angel?” My name rolled off his tongue smoothly, "That name doesn’t suit you, you’re more like the devil’s sinful daughter,” His voice was dark, deep in a way that spread a vibration crawling down my spine. 

Who was he to comment on my name?

“And you just don’t know when to shut your mouth, what makes you think you can talk to me like this?!” I was fully agitated now, and for a moment, I thought I saw something dark and cold flash in his gaze. 

Then, it was gone in the next instant, replaced by that calm look of nonchalance again. 

“Are you especially rude today because your daddy is going to give you a little sibling?” He stepped forward, his closeness menacing, and I stumbled backwards, my eyes still glued to his frightening thunderstorm gaze. 

He continued, “Or are you especially mad because I saw your pretty pink pússy? Which is it, Angel?” 

I couldn’t stifle back a shocked gasp at his bluntness, he was too close now, if I didn’t move away, his body would touch mine. 

I took two shaky steps backwards. Big mistake, Daniel saw that as an invitation, and he stepped into the room.

The door clicked closed behind him and panic rose to my throat like bile.

He was huge, his presence dominated the whole room, shrinking all the space, including the air. I couldn’t breathe without smelling his cologne, his closeness. 

He was so close that I had to tilt my head and look up at him, Daniel was half an inch taller than Daddy. He stood at six foot four, both he and daddy have the same big muscular build, their chest and arms covered in artistic tattoos, but unlike daddy’s arm that promised safety. 

I was intimidated by Daniel’s size being five foot five myself and his casual t-shirt did nothing to hide all those terrifying muscles. 

“Get out!” I commanded in a shaky voice, it always worked with the servants, but Daniel… Daniel was different. 

“You could have also told me to leave earlier instead of squirting in front of me,” He murmured quietly. He was enjoying this, humiliating me with words. 

My eyes flared, my breath hitching, “Is that what you told daddy? That you saw me touching myself?” 

Shame crept into my voice, but along with it was anger. It wasn’t my fault that he came to my own house, entered my room unannounced and met me in that filthy state. 

“But you did more than just touch yourself, didn’t you, slút?”

“Don’t call me that!” I hissed. 

He stepped closer, and I faltered backwards. 

“You were moaning your father's name, spreading your legs and showing me all that wet cúnt of yours, you came looking into my eyes. What are you if not a dirty slút, Angel?” His gaze was still sneering. 

My throat felt dry, my brain scrambling for a response, a way to fight against this man who was hellbent on shaming me.

“Yes, Angel, I was surprised seeing the warm welcome you gave me, but no, I didn’t mention anything about it to Vincent, your father had already decided to send you away after you turned eighteen,” Daniel spoke quietly. 

No. 

That couldn’t be true. 

My face burned and so did my eyes water, “I don’t believe you! You and that sister of yours must have done something!” I gritted. My eighteenth birthday had been just last week, and Daddy had lavished me with a lot of gifts, there was no way he had already been planning on sending me away all along.

Daniel was a liar. Jillian was scheming. 

I couldn’t believe either of them. 

Daniel shrugged like he couldn’t be bothered whether I accepted his words or not. “Anyways, back to why I’m here, your father was worried when you left like that, he wanted you to have something since you barely touched dinner,” Daniel extended the glass of milk towards me. 

“I don’t want it!” He should fúcking leave me alone to nurse my wounded heart. I want to sob into my pillows, maybe hurt myself or something, if I were hurt, would Daddy leave Jillian and come to me? I could pretend to be scared and he would hold me and stay with me all night. 

Now, this sounded like a good plan. I had to stop Jillian from becoming pregnant at all costs. 

“You have to drink it, Angel. So I can leave”

My head snapped up in irritation, who did this bastard think he was?

“I never asked you to bring me anything, you can leave if you want to!” I all but snarled at him. 

He said nothing, his hand still extended, his fingers clenched tightly around the glass. 

I scoffed, crossing my arms between my breasts, Daniel’s eyes followed this movement, lingering. 

I almost rolled my eyes again. He was such a pervert and he wasn’t bothering to hide it anymore. I didn’t blame him, I was pretty sure my milk jugs were more attractive than the one he was holding. 

I took a second to study him from beneath my lashes. If I didn’t detest him so much, Daniel would be considered hot, maybe as attractive as Daddy. His features were rugged and well-proportioned, well, except for those dead-looking eyes of his. Now, those were truly terrifying. 

I adjusted my arms, working my brèasts to become even more lifted. Giving him a better view of what he wants, because, why not?

Seeing the way his Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed, and how his eyes darkened with lust, I felt accomplished.

I always loved it when men lusted after me, knowing they could never have me. I enjoyed their stare, the way their eyes glazed as they fantasized about ways to abuse my body.

My bréasts weren't as huge as Jillian's, but they were perky and round, certainly a bit more than a handful. Another bonus point was that I had the kind of nípples that are always erect and visible. The darker shades of them were always see-through when I wore transparent clothes. 

I loved it when men noticed it, and I even teased them if necessary. 

It made me feel powerful, like I had an advantage over them. And right now, Daniel was staring. He looked drawn, it was exhilarating, my breath felt heavier and a jolt of need travelled to my pússy. 

Wait. . . What?

I squeezed my thighs, trying to soothe the ache, but it only intensified. What was happening? 

“Drink your milk, little girl,” Daniel’s voice came out raspier, his attention returned to my face, “When you’re offered something, you’ll take it and say thank you, this is how good girls behave,” 

I bit my lips, my nípples grew even more taut at those words, could he see them in my black evening dress? 

No, what was I thinking? I was only daddy’s good girl, not his. 

“Or what? You’ll report me to daddy again and force him to send me away?” I sneered at him, ignoring the weird way my body was behaving. 

“Your daddy is looking out for you by trying to send you away. Though he won’t be able to protect you from what’s coming,” 

There was that coldness in his gaze again, that darkness that made his voice thicker, cooling the air around me like frost. 

My brows knitted together in confusion, “What do you mean by that?” I asked. 

He didn’t answer. 

He just stared. And stared. With those eyes. 

Something close to sympathy gleamed in his eyes, making my heart pound. From fear? I couldn’t exactly explain what I was feeling, just that it wasn’t good. 

“What is daddy protecting me from?”

“From me, from getting fúcked, and oh, I plan to fúck you,” He said, the breath swooshed out of me, “Because soon, you’ll be calling me daddy,”