ANGEL'S WRATH by SK (SIN CITY HEAT) Page 5

  Nikki held the stare for a couple seconds longer then headed towards the French doors, but before she re-entered the ballroom, she paused and glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to dealing with, but I have a feeling you’re not used to dealing with a real one who knows her own mind. I think it best you stick with your little girlfriend since she follows orders so well. I'm not the one to play those types of games and I never will be.”

  After she was gone, Angel stared at the spot she’d just been standing in. Several moments ticked by then a reluctant smile crossed his face, chasing away the thunderclouds before he went inside.

  Chapter 7

  Later that night, Angel stood in his bedroom looking out the window. He’d taken his shirt off and fixed himself a drink as soon as he walked in. His thoughts were still on Nikki. After they’d rejoined the fundraiser, the rest of the evening passed in an uneventful, boring blur. He’d seen her several more times, but Jaxon always seemed stuck to her side like glue.

  Irritation built up in Angel when he remembered the way she’d smiled up at Davidson. Even though he knew she was only doing it because he was watching, fury set in with every flirtatious flutter of her lashes. He refused to identify the emotion as jealousy. He didn’t get jealous because of a woman’s actions. He had too many of them to ever let something like that bother him. Still...

  Moments later, Angel's bedroom door opened but he didn’t turn around. He knew it was Carmen. She walked up behind him, slid her arms around his waist and spread little kisses along his bare back.

  “Not tonight, Carmen.” His voice was quiet and distracted.

  “Come on, papi. Let me take care of you.” Carmen’s wandering hand roamed over his tight stomach before taking a path to the front of his pants.

  Angel reached down and grabbed her fingers before they got to their intended destination. “Carmen…not tonight.”

  Carmen pouted as she slowly removed her arms from around him and turned to get in the bed.

  “I’d like to be alone.”

  Carmen opened her mouth as if to argue before thinking better of it. Her anger evident, she stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Angel never noticed she was gone. His thoughts were filled with a woman whose brown skin and dark chocolate eyes made him ache and throb. Nikki was proving to be more of a challenge than he originally thought...but that only made him more determined to have her.

  “Miss…I’m sorry…Kendra…I understand you said she’s out of town. I want to know where.”

  Angel was fast losing patience with Nikki’s secretary. The woman was so secretive about Nikki’s whereabouts it was as if she were guarding the first lady.

  “Mr. LaCroix, once again, I can’t give you that information.” Kendra knew Angel was a very important business associate of DWC's and tried to be as diplomatic as possible. “Please. Let me transfer you to Mr. Davidson. He’ll be more than happy to help you with any problem you might have.”

  “I don’t want to talk to…” Angel paused, changing his mind. “Okay, thank you Kendra. That would be acceptable.” No harm in picking Davidson's brain for information about DWC. He'd find out where Nikki was another way. He only had to wait a moment before Jax answered the phone.

  “Angelo, hello. How are you?”

  Angel’s mouth tightened when he heard Davidson's overly cheerful voice. “I’m fine. I was trying to get in touch with Nikki…Nicole...but her secretary says she’s out of town.”

  “Yes, I’m afraid she is. Can I help you?”

  “As a matter of fact, you can. I just had a few concerns about the report that was faxed over to me, but I’m sure you can answer my questions. How about we meet and discuss it over drinks.”

  “Of course. Tell you what, if you’re free in a couple of hours, we can meet at the Monterey Country Club.”

  Angel smiled. Perfect. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

  “Great. I’ll just leave your name at the door and tell them to be expecting you.”

  Angel was going through emails on his computer, but his hand stilled on the mouse when he heard Jaxon's arrogant, pompous tone. Lowering his voice, he replied in the same like manner. "I don’t need you to leave my name at the door," he sneered. "I’m a member. I’ll see you in a couple of hours."

  Ignoring Jaxon's stuttering apology when he realized his faux pas, Angel slammed the phone down and leaned back in his chair. Amazing how he had just loaned this man’s company millions of dollars, and yet he still assumed Angel was not his equal. That would all soon change.

  “Unfuckingbelievable…” he muttered.

  Angel drove up to the entrance of the exclusive Monterey Country Club. Yearly membership dues easily rivaled the cost of some people's homes, but it was more than worth it for Angel to make the important contacts that came in handy with his legitimate businesses. The location was absolutely gorgeous and the landscape and design of the grounds exquisite. An impressive array of lakes and streams surrounded the on-site championship golf course which the club was famous for.

  Getting out of the sporty Bentley Continental GTC, Angel tossed his keys to the valet. “Take care of my baby, Rodney.”

  “Of course, Mr. LaCroix. I always do,” the young man smiled.

  Angel had purposely arrived late to meet Jaxson. It’ll do that arrogant asshole good to wait, he thought to himself, still pissed off from the earlier conversation. As he walked in, the girl behind the podium smiled and greeted him enthusiastically. “Hello, Mr. LaCroix. How are you today?”

  Angel’s smile was charming as he called her by name and complimented her outfit. The hostess blushed, leading him through the restaurant to meet Jaxon. “Have a nice lunch. Let me know if you need anything.”

  The invitation in her eyes was blatant and suggestive, letting Angel know she'd be more than happy to offer personalized attention if he so desired. Angel smiled and winked, but didn't give her a second thought. There was only one woman who’d be able put out the fire his body was consumed with; any other paled in comparison.

  Turning to Jaxon, Angel made an effort to hide his hatred for the man. People like him thought they were entitled to the fucking world, but he and his family were going to find out very soon that their lives were indeed a bed of roses, only full of razor sharp thorns courtesy of Angel.

  After they ordered drinks, Jaxon looked Angel in the eye. “I’d like to apologize if I sounded rude earlier. I meant no disrespect.”

  A cutting reply rested on the tip of Angel’s tongue, but he decided to let it go, for now. “No problem. Consider it forgotten.”

  When Angel made no effort to end the awkward silence that settled at the table, Jaxon picked up the conversation, determined to appease his most important investor. Once the drinks began to flow one after the other, he jokingly mentioned he wasn’t much of a drinker. Not wanting to risk offending Angel twice in one day, he remained quiet when Angel told the waiter to keep them coming.

  After a while, Jaxon loosened up. Angel fed him a few questions and sat back while the jackass talked about things Angel was sure he would never have divulged if he hadn't had one too many. Jax mentioned the financial state of the company and how he was determined to turn things around. He lamented how his father, whom Angel had yet to meet, could be a tyrant who never thought anything Jaxon did was good enough. Angel filed that piece of information away. It might come in handy later if he needed to pit father against son.

  “So Jax…how long have you and Nicole been together.”

  His mouth lifted in a lopsided smile. "Me and Nicole? We're not seeing each other."

  "You're not?" Angel's brow arched in surprise. Nikki had deliberately led him to believe she and Jaxon were a couple. However, now that he thought about it, she hadn't actually said they were, but she'd done nothing to dispel his assumption.

  Jaxon sat back and stretched his long legs out in front of him. "No, but not from a lack of trying on my part. I’ve been crazy over th
at woman for years,” he slurred. “If she'd give me a chance, I’d jump on that in a New York minute.”

  Angel took a sip of his drink as he looked over his glass at Jaxon. “Really. What seems to be the problem?”

  Jaxon shrugged. “We've been friends for a long time, but she has this rule about not dating men she works with, especially not the owner of the company that signs her checks, but I'm not giving up, man. Making me work for it only causes me to want her more, know what I mean?" Jax cast a conspiratorial grin at Angel. "I mean, can you blame me? She’s intelligent, gorgeous, and sexy. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how hot she is, bro.”

  “Oh, I have to say, I’ve noticed. So the color thing doesn’t bother you? It’s not a problem for your family that she’s black?”

  Jaxon shrugged. “They’re not crazy over the fact, but my father likes and respects Nicole. He happens to thinks she's a very beautiful woman, says he understands my preference for chocolate, to sweeten the palate every now and then."

  Angel had heard enough. Unable to stomach Jax another moment, he pushed his chair back abruptly and stood up.

  “Leaving already, bro? I thought maybe we’d make it an evening and go visit this gentleman’s club downtown called Sapphire Blue.”

  “I don’t think so.” Angel paused before he turned to leave. His hazel eyes were freezing cold as he finally let his dislike for Jax reveal itself. “And by the way... I only have one brother, and it ain’t you.”

  He left an intoxicated Jax sitting at the table with a stunned expression on his face, wondering what the hell he'd said to piss Angel off this time.

  Chapter 8

  Nikki blew out a tired breath as she let herself back into her hotel room. So much for having time to myself, she thought.

  The entire day had been one meeting after another. All she wanted to do was take a long, hot bath, crawl into bed, and get some rest before she caught her flight in the morning. Picking up the phone, Nikki quickly ordered room service. She was too tired to go down to the dining room, and had turned down the offer to meet the others from the conference for dinner.

  Forcing her aching feet to trudge to the bathroom, Nikki turned the faucets on and poured bath oil under the running water. Kicking off her heels, Nikki stripped away her clothes then sank into the gloriously steaming, hot water and leaned back. After the day she’d had, this was nothing short of heaven.

  She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, she was being awakened by a persistent knocking at the door. Nikki sat up, a little disoriented from the short nap.

  “Must be room service.” She hurried and stepped out of the tub, grabbing the oversized bath towel to wrap around her body. The knocking sounded again. “Just a minute. I’m coming.”

  Making sure the towel was secure she hurried out of the bathroom. “I’m so sorry. I was in the tub…" She started explaining as she opened the door, but the rest of the words disappeared into thin air. It wasn’t room service. It was nourishment, alright, but not the edible kind. Then again, that was a matter of opinion.

  Angelo LaCroix stood in front of her wearing a pair of black jeans, black leather loafers, and a white button up shirt. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded, looking as arrogant as ever and sexier than any man had a right to be.

  Straightening to his full height, he walked inside the room without waiting on an invitation. Nikki stumbled back when he shut the door. They never broke eye contact and neither made an effort to speak. Two steps brought him directly in front of her, and without uttering a word, Angel put his hands on each side of her face, hungrily fusing their lips in the long anticipated kiss.

  Nikki moaned helplessly, not strong enough to fight him anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same need he displayed. She had been craving this man for weeks, and tonight she was going to satisfy her longing and face the consequences tomorrow.

  Angel groaned as he walked her backwards until her body came in contact with the wall, his hand tearing the towel away from her body.

  “Damn. You look even better than I imagined.” Before she could say anything, he brought his mouth back to hers as his large hands covered her breasts, tweaking her nipples and arousing her even further. Nikki tore her mouth away from his, gasping for breath, but Angel didn’t stop.

  He kissed a trail to her neck. “Tell me you want this,” he whispered as he moved his head down to capture a pouty nipple that was begging for his tongue.

  “Ohhhh…” Nikki screamed as he licked the nipple then opened his mouth, trying to swallow the succulent mound. She couldn't stifle the moans any longer and didn't even try. In these few minutes, he had given her more pleasure than she’d ever felt with any man in her life.

  Angel lifted his head and blew softly on her wet nipple. “Tell me.”

  Nikki reached down and brought his head to her other breast so that it could get the same treatment. Angel laughed softly. As he serviced her breast, his hand slowly inched down between her legs, which were moving restlessly from need. She held her breath as he hovered for a moment then slid his fingers between the lips protecting her sex.

  “Mmmmm……” Angel's low groan was long and rough. Nikki was creamy and warm, her desire spilling like sweet, thick caramel over his hand. “This answers my question, but I still want to hear you say it. Tell me, Nikki,” he coaxed.

  “I want you! I want you, Angel.”

  His deep rumble of satisfaction filled the room. Moving to her sensitive nub, he used the tips of his index and middle finger, gently rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Allowing her cream to act as a lubricant, he started off slow then increased his pace, moving faster as she responded to his touch.

  "You like that." It wasn’t a question because Angel was well aware of what he was doing, and her response to it. Continuing to stimulate her tender pearl, he brought the first two fingers of his other hand down and slid them in and out of her vagina, using all four fingers in a coordinated rhythm. Nikki's head fell back against the wall, lost in the different sensations assaulting her body.

  "Please. I'm almost there." She brought a hand down and covered his. Frowning, eyes closed, she concentrated on the approaching orgasm, anticipating yet dreading it because she didn't want this to end just yet.

  With the palm of his hand facing upward, Angel curled the fingers still lodged firmly in her pussy until he felt a spongy patch the size of a quarter. Keeping his fingers there, he tapped that spot, applying light but firm pressure. His eyes never left Nikki, fascinated by the waves of ecstasy that flashed over her face. When she released a low croon of pleasure that turned into a high pitched scream, he gradually increased the pressure. Still massaging her clit, he brought her to a clitoral orgasm followed by a g-spot explosion seconds later that almost made her knees buckle from under her.

  Nikki arched against his hand as she erupted like a volcano. She'd never felt anything like this in her life! Grabbing Angel’s shoulders, she held on as the pulsating, pleasurable stabs of electricity caused her pussy contract and release around his fingers. Angel held her tight, letting her ride out the orgasm until she leaned against him, weak and spent.

  Giving her a lingering kiss, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. After he laid her on the bed, he quickly stripped off his clothes. Eagerly admiring his fit body, Nikki looked at him in appreciation. He was a spectacular specimen of a man. Wide shoulders that almost blocked out the room, a slim tapered waist, ripped wash board abs, and hard muscular thighs. She could tell Angel put in serious work to achieve such a perfect body. Her breathing increased when her eyes lowered to his sex. Nikki whimpered with need and lust. She had wanted him for so very long and couldn't believe this was actually happening.

  Angel stood by the bed staring down at her, his dick hanging thick and heavy. He was so ready for her, but he forced himself to slow down. He bent over to give her a slow, sexy kiss before moving downtown to her other set of lips. Ange
l parted her legs and just stared at how incredibly beautiful she was. Even though he was anxious to finally taste what he'd been obsessing about since he saw her at that meeting, his mouth hovered over her, teasing her with the promise of his touch before bypassing it and going to her inner thigh.

  Angel laughed softly when she let out a frustrated moan. The tip of his tongue drew light, intricate designs on her skin, coming close to her center before drifting away. He gently licked the crease at the joint of her thigh. Nikki pleaded, begged for him to taste her. She lifted her hips when she felt the warmth of his breath on her drenched pussy lips. She didn’t dare breathe until she felt the touch of his lips kiss her there.

  Finally, Angel used his tongue to separate her slit, running it between her moist labia, deliberately taking his time with the intention of driving her crazy. He licked the outer edges of her feminine lips along both sides as if it were a popsicle he was trying not to let drip on the sheets. Nikki grabbed fistfuls of the linens and held on tight.

  "Damn, you're delicious Nikki," Angel murmured as he feasted on the scrumptious juices her body offered him.

  Nikki practically melted in his mouth. Hearing his sounds of enjoyment elevated her own level of excitement, knowing her taste affected like this. Her clit was engorged, swollen, craving for more of Angel's tongue sex. He targeted the sensitive nerve endings at her opening, plunging his tongue in and out, circling it around before spreading her vaginal lips with his fingers and flicking her clit using light, gentle swipes. Although he roamed over every inch of her pussy, he made sure he came back to the fleshy button that was the key to detonating her climactic explosion, and when it happened, Nikki yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard her screaming his name.

  Angel held her hips, showing her no mercy until the orgasm ran its course. Finally, he lifted his head and looked up at her from in between her thighs. “I swear to God you taste like chocolate and cream. I could eat it all night and never get enough.”