no control

• twenty one •

elijah

Today was hectic. My mind ran through the mental checklist of everything that needed to be done.

After I set my angel up on the outdoor sofa with her school books, I returned to the bedroom to prepare for the day ahead. I changed into a black suit and gelled back my hair. I strapped myself with two pistols, one in my waist belt and another over my shoulder.

While I would be stopping at the office to get some files, I had other business things to tend to that I would never attend without my weapons.

Such as taking care of the bitch who hurt my girl.

I scowled at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My face and posture was the slightly hunched with an aggressive edge, the same as usual. My eyes were different, though. There was a clarity in them that I'd never seen before.

Shaking my head, I left the room. I found my angel exactly where I left her. She was curled up between some pillows with a textbook fanned across her lap. She smiled automatically at seeing me.

My mind still reeled from her little break earlier. She really wanted to leave me. If she'd found the door in time, she might have been successful. That thought troubled me tremendously.

Perhaps I should have expected some retaliation from her. My angel was very independent and she was used to doing whatever she wanted from living with her cousin.

She would have her freedom here as long as I knew she was safe and reachable. I would never take the risk that she might leave and not come back. I knew how fragile life could be and the thought of not being able to see her whenever I pleased made me uneasy.

"Leaving already?" she asked.

She placed the book aside and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. My eyes flickered over her posture, studying the way my clothes draped over her appetizing curves.

I could hardly keep myself from reaching out to stroke her soft, freckled face. Images of her body—naked, beads of water lurching down her milky skin, tilting off the end of her cherry nipples—burst through my mind.

I clenched my jaw. Fuck, I came so close to burying myself into her pussy last night.

My cock was familiar now with the tight opening of her little wet hole. She was beautiful, all pink and soft and perfect.

My cravings intensified the longer I was around her. I wanted to flatten her against the sofa and peel away my clothes from her warmth. I wanted to sink into her core, feel her tight walls squeeze against me, and fill her with me.

"Unfortunately," I said. Bending down, I caressed her silky golden waves and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be back this afternoon. Mike said to check your school portal and some of your assignments should start appearing."

She nodded, her cheeks darkening to a delightful rosy hue.

"He told me something else, too."

"What?" she said, blinking up at me.

"He said that you're very bright. You're ranked in the top five of your class."