CHRISTIAN’S POV:
‘Be gentle with her,’ was all mother had said when I’d told her about Angel. Her words had been nonchalant, drifting off in a lost pattern, but from a woman who had long given up on her will to live, it was everything I needed to hear.
Everything that pushed and taunted the heights of my control when it came to Angel.
I ruled the pile of my darkest thoughts and restraints, yet with just one glance at the infuriating woman beside me on the car seat and I was filled with an obscene urge – one that beckoned me to break her, to rip out that maddening fire from her spine.
Or at the very least, f**k it straight out of her.
Blood shot down my groin and it only further provokedme that even in this moment, with my patience worn thin from her attempt to slap me, I was still so
