Part 37: The Youngest Pure Angel

"My hungry bitch." He said, one of his arms moving away assumingly for the drink that I heard him gulping down a second later.

"Don't call me that. I'm a sweet innocent kid." I managed to say even if my voice was muffled.

"And I'm the youngest pure angel." He whispered with a thick, edgy voice and that gave him away. The idiot was heavily on and it suddenly didn't feel quite fair for me to come on my own. We were two and one after all.

"You noticed, didn't you?" My hand had involuntarily rested on his pants hence the question.

"You really are an angel." I smiled as an idea downed on me.

"I like it when you admit that." He said, a smirk audible in his voice. "It means you're done playing Mother Theresa."

"Is that it?" I slid off him and stood just between his legs.

"Yes, you always do that when you're switching into a badass lil' for goddamn sake!" His fist came crushing down on the bar table making everyone's head turn. I looked up at him with a satisfied smile as he tried hard to control his facial muscles.

My body was covering him from everyone else while my hands were in his pants having a mind of their own.

"My... my girlfriend is..." My hand picked up speed sliding along his length. His expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure, his voice raspy and threateningly deep. He was holding his breath, his hands tight, vibrating fists under the table. "She's an amazingly pretty little girl and you're... you're all welcome to admire her."

No one moved.

"The fuck you all staring at?" He roared and everyone looked away. At the same time I felt him cum warm on my hand.

His right hand stilled the motion of my hand from outside his pants. I looked up at his face, not willing to miss the moment. His eyes were tightly shut and a hand was running through his hair, his face slightly tilted upwards. His teeth were bared like a threatening alpha.

Lowering my gaze a degree, his locked jaws were defined and straight out, his Adams apple jutting out like a commanding general in his thick, venous neck. I looked lower at his broad chest as it strongly expanded and deflated when he breathed.

The movement of his chest slowed and I raised my eyes to his face. Without moving a muscle he was staring down at me like a predator hungrily herding a fattened prey.

That sent chills rushing up my spine and set off the butterflies in my stomach.

I tilted my head into a one shoulder shrug and gave an apologetic smile. "You were saying?"

He lowered his head and made sure I was looking into his darkened eyes. "The next time you do that, I'm going to yank you on this very table and fuck you real hard."

He kept on holding my gaze. I said nothing. I knew he meant it, but I didn't have a response to that.

"Understand?" He growled and I nodded.

I quickly shook my head. "No, I don't understand."

Ash straightened. Grabbed my hand. And marched me out of the restaurant.

"Your grip is too tight it's hurting." I complained.

"Icy, I thought pain was your greatest pleasure."

"Where're you taking me?"

"Talkative again." He said with no break in his stride nor an adjustment on his grip.

"Huh?" I said, my voice already breathless.

He stopped in front of his car and turned to me. I stared back in question.

The parking lot was dark, with only a single dim light but I was able to make out the look on his face. It was the predatory look again.

"Hell no..." I started to back away.

"You know you want this." He slowly stepped towards me, his left hand sliding into his pocket.

"No... yeah... I mean... come on, it's a convertible." I said in one breath as I heard the door slid up.

"Disappointed it's not the bar table?" He asked. I fell onto the seat and he loomed over me like heavy dark clouds before a storm.

"No... no..."

"You sure?" He asked, his hands on either side of the entrance.

"Well I... at least let down the roof."

"I'm not roof enough for you. Is that what you're saying, Princessah?" Ash tilted his head.

"No I mean... that's not what I mean." I shut my eyes and shook my head. He was messing my head and it was working.

"What do you mean then?" he took my lower lip between his teeth. My eyes snapped open. When did he get that close?

"Let's go to your place."

He let go of my lip and kissed me, a hand getting under my shirt. "Even better."

"Is it?" I asked, always happy to get him to agree with me.

"Oh yes, I always hated the demon that told you to wear bras."

I breathed. Of course, he was talking about the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra. "You're not listening to me, are you?"

"I am, I always am..." But his mouth was warming my nipple, his hand pushing me into the seat. It was impossible to resist his mouth.

"Mmmh..."

"Yeah?" He switched to the other nipple and circled it with his tongue before tugging at it. His thumb toyed with the recently deserted nipple.

His hand found its way into my pants. "Ash..."

"Fuck," He sucked in his breath as he circled me, his mouth trailing my neck. "You're so..." Ash dropped chaste kisses along the length of my neck, up my jawline. "Damn wet for me..."

My breath was becoming harder to catch. "You so good bae..."

"I am?"

He slipped a finger into me and my breath finally caught. "Yes."