Chapter 130 My Angel | 023
NOELLE
"Azren, wait, we're going to be late. Can you not confront him now?" I croak, my voice shaky. The mere thought of seeing Haden again has me trembling in pure terror. I can barely breathe. The memory of those cruel pitch-black eyes clouds my mind, making it difficult to think. It feels like I'm on the verge of a panic attack.
"Angel?" My husband says, cupping my face. There's a slight crease between his brows now. "What's wrong?"
I bite my lower lip. "Let's just go without causing a scene. I...I can't stand Haden. He makes me sick."
I'm rambling now, desperate to make him see reasons why he shouldn't act rashly. But he's in a manic state, I worry that all of my efforts are useless.
Gently, he leans in to plant a kiss on my forehead. Then he holds me close, letting me rest my head on his chest.
"Floor it, Jake," Azren says, and relief hits me hard. Thank goodness.
The car speeds up, the tires biting asphalt as Jake obeys without a word. Azren's arms stay locked around me, cocooning me with his lovely scent, my head on his chest. His heartbeat thumps steady against my ear, soothing.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of Haden's black eyes.
Azren's lips brush my temple again. "Breathe, Angel," he murmurs. "I've got you."
I nod against his chest, my fingers twisting in his shirt. "Thank you."
I try to focus on his heartbeat instead of the rearview mirror.
But three black SUVs peel away from the curb behind us, accelerating hard.
"Azren..." My voice cracks. "They're following."
He doesn't even turn around.
"I know."
His tone is lazy and laced with amusement. He shifts, pulling me tighter against his side so he can see out the side window. His lips curve into a slow, wicked smirk.
"Watch the side mirror, Angel."
I do.
They're gaining fast. My stomach drops.
"Azren—"
He lifts his head slowly. His eyes turn black, surrounded by molten gold rings.
"Shhh," he soothes, pressing a kiss to my head.
"Watch."
We're entering the tunnel now. It's just us... and them.
Azren's gaze locks on the side mirror. His pupils blow wider. Then he smiles. He holds up two fingers, lightly flicking his wrist like a puppet master.
The three SUVs swerve unnaturally. Tires screech, metal screaming. The lead car clips the second, and the second slams into the third. A chain reaction. Glass shatters and sparks fly. They spin, crash, and crumple against the tunnel walls in a symphony of destruction.
I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth.
Azren chuckles dryly, his head lolling back against the seat.
"Oops," he drawls, his voice thick. "Clumsy drivers."
I stare at him, awed. I can't believe I'm shamefully turned on.
He did that. With his mind. With a sleepy, unhinged smile. He turns to me, his eyes half-lidded.
"Hot?" he asks, grinning as if he already knows the answer.
I swallow hard. "So hot."
He flashes me a feral grin, and I kiss him before I can change my mind. My fingers fist in his hair, tugging him closer. He groans into my mouth, shameless, the sound vibrating through my entire body.
Jake clears his throat loudly from the front. Azren doesn't break the kiss. He just reaches sideways, grabs the button on the console, and the black privacy curtain whirs up between us and the driver's seat.
His hand slides up my thigh, bunching the sparkly fabric. He pulls away, his eyes roaming my face in awe.
"Kiss me," he slurs, his voice dropping an octave. "Kiss your husband before I lose what's left of my mind."
I don't hesitate. I crash my mouth against his. His tongue slides against mine, lazy and hungry at the same time. One hand cups the back of my neck, the other gripping my thigh so hard I'll probably bruise tomorrow.
I don't care. I want all of him.
He pulls back just enough to speak against my lips, his voice ragged.
"Touch me, Angel," he whispers, guiding my hand down to the thick bulge straining against his trousers.
"Feel what you do to me. Feel how fucking hard you make me just by existing."
My fingers curl around him through the fabric. He's massive. Throbbing. So hot I can feel the heat through the material.
He hisses through his teeth, his hips jerking into my touch.
"Fuck—yes. Stroke me, baby. Slow. Tease your man."
I obey, sliding my palm up and down the length of him, feeling every ridge and every vein.
He drops his forehead to mine, panting.
"When we get home," he rasps, his voice a sexy drawl, "I want that pretty mouth on me. I want you on your knees, choking on my cock while I fuck your throat. Want to see those tears again, but happy ones this time. Want to fill that smart little mouth until you're swallowing every drop. Can you do that for me, Angel? Can you be my good girl and let Daddy wreck your throat?"
My core clenches so hard that I whimper.
"Yes," I breathe against his lips. "Yes, Daddy. I'll take you. All of you. I'll let you fuck my mouth until I can't breathe. Until I'm crying for you. Until I'm yours."
He groans and kisses me again, harder this time, swallowing my moans.
I stroke him faster, dizzy with how much power I suddenly have. This terrifying, insane, beautiful man is trembling under my hand. Panting for me. Begging with his hips.
And I'm the one making him fall apart. I've never felt more alive. Or more dangerous.
"You're going to be the death of me," he moans as I circle him through his pants with my thumb.
"No, husband. You get to stay with me for the longest time. You're trapped with me. Forever," I whisper against his lips.
"Fuck, how did I get so lucky?" He breathes, placing his hand over mine to stop me.
"I guess you saved a whole country in your past life," I reply, smiling against his lips.
He grins. "Damn right."
...
The house is breathtaking. It's expensive in a way that feels effortless, like money was never the point. Beauty was.
Azren's hand stays firm on my lower back as we climb the steps. I can feel the manic energy still buzzing under his skin, but he's holding it together. Barely.
The doors open before we reach them.
Danika stands in the entryway, glowing like she's lit from within. She looks impossibly young, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, a few silver strands among them. She's in a brown silk dress that drapes her like water, simple but devastatingly elegant.
She sees Azren first. Her whole face lights up.
"My baby," she breathes, rushing forward.
Azren lets go of me just long enough to catch her in a hug. She buries her face in his chest, her arms tight around him like she hasn't seen him in years. Even though it really hasn’t been long since she stopped by at the penthouse.
"Mum," he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I’m back."
She pulls back, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and immediately turns to me.
"Noelle." Her smile is so warm it hurts a little. "Look at you. So brave."
I smile nervously. "Hi... Mrs. Lakewood."
"Danika," she corrects immediately, pulling me into a hug before I can protest. She smells like vanilla and warm dark chocolate. Heavenly.
“Or Mum. Whichever feels right sooner,” she adds.
My throat tightens. I hug her back. She feels safe.
Azren watches us with the softest expression I've ever seen on his face. Danika finally releases me and loops her arm through mine, tugging me inside like we've known each other forever.
"Come inside. Everyone's waiting to meet the girl who's brave enough to marry my son."
Azren snorts behind us, but he's grinning boyishly.
The foyer is jaw-dropping. Double-height ceiling, black marble floors veined with gold and a gorgeous chandelier. A curved staircase sweeps upward on one side. On the other, double doors open to a living area filled with low voices and laughter.
Azren's hand finds the small of my back again as we head inside. Danika claps her hands, delighted.
Oh…my…
It feels like I just stepped into a room full of supermodels. I am not prepared for this at all. My heart is racing now.
"Everyone," Azren announces, his voice carrying that thick edge from earlier but it is still clear enough to command the room, "this is Noelle. My wife."