Angelique (20 page)

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Angelique couldn’t fall asleep. She wanted to know how Remy got hurt, but he told her to stay with him. She could hear his heavy breathing and knew he was out cold. She debated about going downstairs to see Armand, Eloi, and Marcel, but then she feared another reaction like Armand’s. Never mind that Eloi told her he would speak to her later. She didn’t like the feeling she had. She didn’t like it when the men were upset with her, nor did she like being treated like a child. Although when Eloi held her hands behind her back while he kissed her in such a way that her toes curled, she liked it and would take any kind of spanking he was willing to give. That caused a lot of mixed emotions for her that she contemplated for the next several minutes. Now she was antsy. She should go downstairs and get to the bottom of the circumstances of the accident and her anxiety about a possible confrontation. The sound of someone coming up the steps caught her attention, and as she watched the doorway, butterflies hit her belly. Marcel came into view, and he looked serious as he approached.

He walked to her side of the bed, glanced at Remy, then placed his hand on her waist.

“Come with me,” he whispered. She looked at Remy and the fact that Remy’s hand was on her hip, then back at Marcel.

Marcel gently removed Remy’s hand and lifted Angelique up from the bed.

“I can walk,” she whispered, but he didn’t place her down on her feet until they were in the hallway. She continued to walk until strong arms pulled her to him and pressed her against the wall. As she gasped, Marcel held her close and whispered inches from her lips.

“I’m mad at you. We all are,” he told her, and as she tilted her chin up and began to explain, her words were lost on Marcel’s lips as he kissed her hard and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his strength and his need to dominate and take her. She was half-scared and half-thrilled beyond her sanity. Then he pulled from her lips and struggled to breathe as he wedged his body hard against her softer one and panted against her neck.

“Damn, I don’t want to scare you, baby. I don’t want to use strength or anger or the emotions I’m feeling right now to force you to—”

He stopped midsentence, and she could tell he was tense, upset, and filled with deep emotion.

“Force me to what?” she dared to ask, and he moved his face closer so he could lock gazes with her. “To submit entirely to all four of us.” Before she could ask what he meant, he was fixing her dress then taking her hand and leading her down the stairs toward the living room.

“Armand isn’t himself right now. Today took a lot out of him,” he told her as they walked into the room. She caught sight of Armand standing near the couch, and Eloi was leaning against the wall that divided the living room and the kitchen. She had taken off her sandals when she joined Remy on the bed, and standing in the room right now with three very tall, intimidating-looking men made her thankful for every inch she had. But she wished she still wore the sandals. She swallowed hard as Armand turned and caught her gaze. He looked her over, and every part of her body came alive.

“Come here,” he demanded, and under normal circumstances, she may have just gone, but not with the look he had in his eyes. He was filled with emotion, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be on the receiving end, even if it weren’t all bad. She shook her head, and he took a step forward and repeated himself.

“Come here, Angelique.”

“Why?” she asked, her voice quivering.

“Because we got some questions for you about your little meeting with Mike and Tye and what exactly your job was supposed to be in regards to us,” Eloi interrupted, and both Marcel and Armand looked downright pissed. She had to take a second to register his statement. What did her meeting with Tye and Mike have to do with them?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My meeting with Mike and Tye had nothing to do with any of you.”

“It’s interesting how we meet you at our mama’s shop, you’re donating to the community center, then you meet with Mike and Tye who happen to been interested in our land, and then things start going wrong. These little accidents where anyone could get hurt and make the town building inspectors question safety and whether they will allow the additional land to be used as we wish. Do you realize that they could destroy our entire company and bring us under?” Armand stated.

She wasn’t sure if she understood them, and then it hit her. They were looking at her as if she were responsible or at least involved in a conspiracy to destroy their company and the community center. Her stomach felt as if it dropped. She thought she was going to cry or puke until the anger hit her.

She took a deep breath then spoke her mind.

“Y’all think that I am working with Tye and Mike to destroy your company, to cause accidents to happen on the site to make the town deny your permits and help them to take your land?” she asked, raising her voice with the last few words. They just stared at her, and she lost it.

“I cannot believe this bullshit! For men who are supposed to be so damn smart and military strong, you sure are dumb. First of all, get this here straight from the get-go that I am not, nor have I ever been, involved with sabotaging your company. Second, nor do Tye and Mike, two exceptional individuals who are very close to your mama and your papa, have anything to do with this accusation. Third, I sure as shit did not plan any accidents or have anything to do with any accidents on your site. If y’all recall, I was hanging for my dear life because of whatever asshole is fucking with you. So you listen to me and you listen to me good. I will not tolerate such accusations from four men that I love. I had been caught in traffic after an accident outside of my home near Orchidea as I tried my damndest to get to y’all because I missed you so damn much, and I couldn’t call because I left my cell phone at home. Then I got lost going to the hospital the second I found out about Remy. You left there, and I got lost again because I’m not from around here. You’re breaking my heart if you think I would be part of this!” She screamed the last few words as the tears filled her eyes and a combination of rage and insult filled her heart.

“Angelique!” Eloi yelled her name as they all looked astonished at her outburst.

She flipped Eloi the bird and stomped toward the front door. Armand went to stop her, and she turned toward him swinging. She nearly made contact with his face, but he ducked and grabbed her around the waist. With her yelling and kicking, calling them everything from assholes, dumb-ass swamp rats to crocodile turd, Armand carried her to the couch and practically sat on her.

She was angry and pissed off, but mostly hurt.

“I told you she wasn’t involved, Eloi,” Marcel stated as he stood over the back of the couch.

“We had to be sure. It leaves our possibilities wide open again,” Eloi stated, standing near Armand as he straddled Angelique on the couch.

“Let go of me now!” Angelique stated, out of breath. They all stopped and looked at her.

“Not until you settle down. We didn’t think you would get all riled up like this over some questions,” Marcel teased.

“Some questions? You accused me of some serious things. I want to go home. I hate you!” she stated.

“No!” the three of them responded as Armand let go of her hands, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

She glared at all of them, and they just stared at her.

“Why can’t I go? Y’all don’t trust me and think I would hurt you or cause you bad things. You three are the most idiotic, self-centered jackasses I have ever met in my entire life.”

“Cause you said you love us, and we love you,” Armand told her, and her eyes widened in shock. Damn, she did tell them that she loved them in a fit of rage.

“You got a real wicked potty mouth on you when you’re mad, Angel,” Eloi whispered as he trailed a think finger over her bare shoulder and across her cleavage.

“Want to hear more, Sheriff?” she replied sarcastically.

He chuckled as he leaned down close to her mouth.

“We may need to stick something in there and cleanse that tongue, sugar,” he teased as he used his finger to tap her lip. She nipped at him, and he pulled away.

“Maybe you should try first, Sheriff,” she threatened him, and Marcel whistled.

“She is pissed off, and damn, is my cock hard,” Armand said then thrust a little against her waist. He adjusted his position and now had Angelique’s legs spread wide around his waist. He leaned back on his heels and looked her over. Her legs were bare, her dress bunched up against her waist, barely covering her mound. Her chest heaved up and down, causing a light blush across her cleavage and breasts. She looked mouthwatering.

“You got a lot of making up to do, sugar, and so do we,” Eloi stated as Armand caressed her thighs and moved his hands farther up to her waist. She grabbed his hands to try and control his movement, but it was no use. As angry as she was at them, she forgave them. Their brother was upstairs injured, and they had no suspects. Plus, as they stared at her body, her libido didn’t care if they suspected her or not. She just craved their attention. But she was stubborn at times herself. This time being one of them. As Armand caressed her thighs and moved closer to her pussy, she stopped him.

“Now let me get this straight, baby. You just accused me of being a criminal and now you want to have sex?” she asked, covering her pussy with her hands.

Armand smiled then looked at his brothers. Angelique followed his line of sight, absorbing Marcel’s smile as well as Eloi’s.

“Not just sex,
fille
, make love to our woman.”

She swallowed but acted nonchalant as she shrugged her shoulders then uncovered her mound.

“Not here. The bedroom,” Eloi stated then gave her a look that told her to move her rear fast. Armand jumped up off the couch, pulling her up by her hand. A slap to her ass and demands for her to move quickly, Angelique rushed toward the staircase. She suddenly felt hotter, and her heart pounded inside her chest as she looked over her shoulder to see Eloi, Armand, and Marcel stripping along the way.

She gave a little squeal as a hand reached under her dress and touched a sensitive spot. She ran fast toward the bedroom, but before she could reach the open doorway, Armand had ahold of her and began pulling her dress up over her head. Bare-breasted and wearing only a black thong, she squealed as he wrapped an arm around her waist and tossed her onto the bed. In a flash dresser drawers were opening, her panties were pulled from her body, and her legs spread wide by Armand’s mouth and hands. He kissed behind her knees, eliciting laughter from Angelique.

“She’s ticklish there, hey bro?” Marcel asked.

But only a mumbled sound came from between her thighs. Angelique reached for his head to grab at his hair as she thrust her hips toward him. But Armand was relentless as he sucked and nibbled along her inner thigh then against her pussy lips. She screamed his name.

“Armand!”

But he didn’t budge as he licked along the delicate, sensitive flesh as she thrashed on top of the big, deep, fluffy comforter. She was laughing then moaning, her body instantly responding to his technique. As soon as she felt her arms being tugged away from Armand’s head, her stomach clenched, and trepidation filtered through ever part of her. Eloi and Marcel were quick and obviously experienced at tying women to their bed. In less than ten seconds, her hands were loosely tied together then attached to some kind of round hook attached to the headboard.

“Oh God!” she panted then tensed up and squeezed her eyes tight.

A mouth to her left breast then fingers to her right, pinching her nipple then massaging, drove her into another place. She thrust her hips toward Armand as he pressed a digit between her folds.

“Oh!” she moaned then felt the wave of liquid release from her pussy.

“Oh, she likes it, Eloi,” Armand stated between slurping and fingering her hole.

“Not so mouthy now, are you, sugar,” Eloi whispered as he leaned over her left breast and teased her nipple with his tongue.

“Oh,” she moaned as she tried to pull her hands down and couldn’t. Marcel pulled on her nipple with his teeth, and in this position, she was so oversensitive it burned but then caused a flow of fluid to leak from her body.

“What’s wrong with me?” she cried out in what sounded like a sexy moan of words. The men chuckled.

“You were made for us, sugar, and we are going to be sure you remember that,” Eloi stated. She felt the chills run through her body then Armand pull from her pussy and change positions with Marcel.

“Hey, baby,” Marcel whispered as he winked at her then fell to his chest with his mouth landing on her pussy. She wiggled her hips and lifted her rear and breasts. She never felt so out of control yet so sexually aroused like this. Eloi nipped her nipple kind of hard, and as she moaned, he licked it, softly causing a pleasure-pain that she never experienced before. Marcel pressed a finger in and out of her pussy then alternated with his tongue. He slurped and moaned while he mumbled about her tasting delicious, and his warm breath sent shivers of hunger through to her soul.

She felt like a bowl of Jell-O as they continued foreplay from the sex gods and made her body quake and release small eruptions. In a flash Marcel was kneeling then flipping Angelique onto her belly. She squealed in surprise of his sudden move then noticed Armand holding his cock in his hands. Marcel raised her to all fours, and she began to move toward Armand, prepared to take him in her mouth.