The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 51

Angel POV.

Ryder walks us into his room. I know Nate will look after Rebel, so I won’t be too long. The door shuts softly with a click and I cling to him like a baby monkey. His scent is calming me down. Do I admit I have missed him and I know the void in my soul is because he wasn’t with me? I pushed him away because I was filled with shame after my behaviour in the hospital towards him and for the things I said to him.

“Angel, princess. Tell what’s on your mind?” he asks so softly it is just above a whisper. His large hand is rubbing my back soothingly. I tighten my hold on him as he sits down on the bed. I open my eyes and lean back slightly.

He reaches for my face to wipe my tears from my cheeks. His blue eyes locked on me. I stare back; I want him; I need him. He is the part that has been missing for so long. It has been like I have been in the dark not knowing where to go.

“I am sorry. I’m sorry for the way I acted in the hospital. I was embarrassed to come and speak to you. You want to know the funny thing?” he looks at me and I can see he is breaking. He swallows nervously and nods his head.

“This morning before breakfast I had made the decision to come and speak to you, then Nico received that picture and it gutted me. I, so I was …” I choke and blink rapidly, looking up at the ceiling. Why is this so fucking hard? “I was willing to let you go. You deserve to be happy, Ryder, even if it isn’t with me.” I mumble the last part and he sighs and shakes his head, looking away from me.

I wiggle to move off his lap, but he holds me tighter. I look at him and his eyes are filled with something I can’t describe. There is a mix of emotions in them. Pain, love, desperation.

“Angel, that will never happen. You are it for me. I love you and that will never change. So don’t even suggest it. Angel, you have nothing to be sorry for. Not at all. I know why you stayed away. You were scared of what would happen. Angel, whatever happened in that barn. I don’t need to know because it’s in the past. What matters now is us going forward. If that means separately and that is what you want, then I will let you go. If not, then …” Fuck it.

I kiss him. The force of it forces us both down onto the mattress. His hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues clash as we both fight for dominance. He bites my bottom lip and I moan my back arches as my core and chest push harder on to him. His hand moves to my hair and tugs painfully, breaking the kiss. My head is forced back as he kisses my throat and I move, grinding on him.

“I need you, Ryder. I need to feel you.” I say breathlessly, and he groans under me with a slight growl.

“I would give you the damn world, Angel. All you have to do is ask.” He says, sitting up as he flips us over. He hovers over me. His knee pushing my legs open as he settles in between them, his forearms at the side of me, keeping his weight off me. He kisses me again, but this time it’s tender.

“Ryder, I love you and I have missed you so fucking much. I’m sorry.” He cuts me off, his finger pressed to my lips. His eyes are black with lust. I lick the tip and suck his finger into my mouth and he groans, grinding against me.

“Fuck princess. Marry me?” I stop and go ridged. He looks down at me and I gulp. Did he? Did he just ask me to marry him?

“Shit, sorry. That was too impulsive of me.” He moves back like I’ve just kicked him in the balls. His hand rakes through his hair.

“Ryder I …”

“No, forget I said anything. It’s too soon. We need to take it slow.” He says and I sigh, shaking my head. No, I don’t want to take this fucking slow. Can’t he see we have waited long enough already? No, it’s time I take this matter into my own fucking hands.