C25 I Hurt The Devil

Angel's POV

Immediately, his c*ck popped out of his trousers. Fear surged within me, and I began to sweat as I knelt there.

I was obeying him, not wanting to raise any suspicion, my fear getting the best of me earlier. I found myself begging, even though I had no idea why he was pointing the gun at me.

I needed to ensure he trusted me and wouldn’t ask me to taste his food again