CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
know your place.

Angeline moved back into the bathroom once she had calmed down, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized shirt. She perched herself up on the countertop and used a wet flannel to get rid of the dried blood around her ankles. Her hands still shook slightly, but as she watched the blood disappear from her soft skin, she wondered why it had freaked her out so badly in the first place.

A quick knock came to the door, despite the fact that it was open. Mitch appeared exhausted, not through his stance, but through the slight bags beneath his hazel eyes. Suddenly he looked like he was at least thirty rather than in his early twenties.

"Are you nearly done? I need to use the shower," Mitch said.

The brunette gave a small nod as she finished wringing out the flannel. "Um... Is there like a laundry basket or something I can put this in?"

Mitch shrugged. "Just leave it in the sink. Someone will deal with it when we leave in the morning."

Angeline didn't say anything but did as she was told, leaving the flannel in the sink and heading back out into the main room. Mitch shut the door behind her and seconds later she heard the water get flicked on. She shuffled over to the double bed that they were apparently going to be sharing and cringed as it creaked beneath her, a metal spring sticking out of the mattress at the bottom.

She sat there for a few minutes, her back up against the wooden headboard and her feet curled up to her chest as she thought about everything that had happened in the past day or so. She couldn't help thinking about it all, no matter how much she desperately wanted to block it all out. Angeline wondered where the safe house was going to be, and who she would be staying with when she got there. Most importantly, she wondered how long she'd have to be there.

She forced her mind to drift from the situation, her eyes training on the window. Amora moved over and shifted the blinds that Mitch had shut within the first minute of entering the hotel room, peering out of them. It was just the car park down below, as well as the main road that they had peeled off of. Cars zoomed down it every now and then, and Angeline envied the fact that those people were probably going home.

The teenage girl turned away from the window, listening to the shower. Her heart skipped a beat when an intrusive image of Mitch stood beneath the water then filled her brain, and she quickly shook her head, fighting off a small smile and forcing herself to focus on... her nails.

It only took a second to get bored with their cranberry colour before her mind drifted to that place once more. Her cheeks heated up and she sat back down on the bed, trying to block out the sound. When she heard the squeaking click of the water being shut off, followed by the curtain swiftly being pulled open, Angeline grabbed a book out of her bag. She'd managed to grab it alongside the photograph of her friends before she left.

Angeline feigned reading it when the door slid open and Mitch appeared in nothing but joggers. She inwardly groaned, the water droplets cascading down his broad shoulders and his back doing nothing to stop her imagination from running wild. She wasn't sure why she was suddenly thinking of him far more sexually than usual, but at least it put a stop to the thoughts of her family and the things that had happened.

Mitch rubbed the towel across his hair, scrunching it dry and then chucking it over the chair sat at the small table in their kitchenette. He acted like Angeline wasn't there, but she was pretty sure he could probably feel her eyes on him as she peered over her book.

"It's upside down," he deadpanned.

"Hm?" Angeline shot him a confused glance.

"Your book. It's upside down," Mitch said.

Angeline blushed. "Yeah, well- well, I know that, don't I?" She stammered, shaking her head. "I've already read this book. Three times. Now I'm reading it upside down. I'm training my brain."

"Hm. Never heard of that party trick before," Mitch mused, and Angeline held back the roll of her eyes. "We have to leave first thing in the morning, by the way. Back on the road by six. So I'd get some sleep if I were you."

"Six?" Angeline repeated incredulously, dropping her book onto her lap. "Oh, come on, I didn't even wake up for school that early--"

"Didn't ask," Mitch replied as he shuffled through his duffel bag for a t-shirt.

"Ugh, you're so annoying."

"Ugh, you're such an entitled brat," he mimicked her, using the high-pitched tone that she mentioned hating once before.

Angeline said nothing but kicked her legs out and laid down on the bed. Her foot grazed the spring poking out of the mattress and she pulled it back, frowning. She knew for sure that she wasn't going to get a good night sleep here. Not when she was used to her king-sized bed back home, accompanied by the fluffiest of pillows and most luxurious duvets.

Maybe Mitch was right. Maybe she was being an entitled brat, but she couldn't help it. She was right too, though. He was annoying.

"Are you going to sleep?" She asked curiously.

"Yes," Mitch replied, not looking up from where he was typing away at his laptop again, his slender fingers working quickly and making no mistakes, even as he stared restlessly at the screen in front of him, its blue light highlighting his face.

"Where?"

"In the armchair," he answered.

Angeline frowned. "If... if you want, I can take the armchair," she suggested, this time actually gaining the full attention of the brunet man. "You probably need to rest up more than me, especially if you're driving. Plus I'm way smaller than you. I can, like, curl myself up on that or something."

"No," he said and then went back to typing.

"No thank you," Angeline corrected him.

"Oh, so you do know manners?" Mitch scoffed.

"Yeah, so suck my dick, you arsehole," Angeline snapped at him, frustrated with his attitude.

Mitch glared at her. "Watch it."

"Or what?" The brown-eyed girl pushed him.

She wasn't sure if she was actually angry with him or if she was simply bored and in need of some entertainment, but she found herself wanting a good response out of Mitch. It was probably a mixture of the two.

Mitch sent her a chilling look, his hazel eyes darkening. "You don't want to know, Angel."

Fuck. There was that nickname again, the one that had driven her insane the first and only time he had called her it. She recalled rushing to text Ciara about it, a grin on her face as the pair of teenage girls joked around. Except Angeline wasn't even really joking when she said it turned her on.

The look on her face instantly made Mitch smirk. Angeline noticed and felt furious that she had let him get to her and he knew it. It was her speciality to make men feel uncomfortable, not the other way around. She thought that they'd established this already.

"Maybe I do want to know," Angeline murmured with a sultry glance, making sure to rack her eyes up and down his body so it was obvious.

Mitch's jaw clenched and his hand curled into a fist from where it hovered above the keyboard when he saw the way she bit her lip, her hand smoothing up her chest to hold her shoulder slightly. She moved it further up and wrapped a lock of her around her finger, twiddling with it.

"Stop it," he spat.

"Stop what?" Angeline asked innocently, her brown eyes glittering mischievously in contrast. "I was just asking you a question, Mr Rapp. Since you're the one in charge here."

Mitch suddenly stood up, the chair scraping behind him as he marched over to Angeline. His large hand grabbed her jaw, his fingers digging into her skin as he forced her to look up at him. He dug his fingers in even harder so that her lips were pouting under his touch. Angeline nearly gasped, seeing the fury and lust behind his eyes.

"Damn right I'm in charge," Mitch spat, jerking Angeline back and gripping her harder when she started to smirk at him. "And I'm not fucking scared to put you in your place when you're acting like a spoiled brat, Angeline."

Angeline didn't know what came over her. "Then put me in my place," she whispered, her hand moving up to hold his arm.

Mitch's eyes clouded over and he groaned, tilting her head back and moving down to smash his lips against Angeline's roughly. His hand moved down from her jaw and to her neck as she leaned up on her knees on top of the bed, one hand in his hair and the other holding the arm that could choke her if he really wanted to. He squeezed at her neck slightly as he tilted his head, lips working furiously against hers.

It was like months of tension had sizzled out of their bodies, melting into one another and allowing them to finally show just how truly annoying the other one had been. Angeline tugged at the back of his hair and Mitch groaned into her lips, his hand trailing down her shirt and then underneath.

He made no moves to head towards her breasts, his large hand holding the small of her back instead as he pushed her so she got the idea and stood up from the bed. Without detaching their lips, Angeline did just that, except once she was in front of him, she was suddenly being forced down onto her knees. Angeline's brown eyes widened as she looked up at him.

"This is my place?" She dared to ask. "On my knees for you?"

Mitch growled and grabbed the back of her hair, tugging her head back and ignoring her small cry. His hand moved from her hair and he grabbed her chin, steering her to look him in the eye as his thumb hooked to her bottom lip and dragged it down.

"Only if you say yes," Mitch said.

Angeline knew her standard for the male species was low when consent made her heart swoon a little. Instead of answering, her hands moved to the waistband of his joggers, but Mitch grabbed her before she could move them, her fist nearly completely engulfed in his.

"Use your words, Angeline," Mitch warned, "I'm not doing anything with you unless you tell me now that you want it."

"Yes," Angeline replied breathily, "Yes, I want it."

His hand was back in her hair. "Then put your mouth to use for once."

Angeline didn't know that he was the degrading type, but the more she thought about it, the more fitting it was. She wasn't complaining, anyway. Excitement filled her at the revelation that Mitch wouldn't be as vanilla as some of her past boyfriends had been. Although, the only good thing about Levi had been his mouth.

His hand shoved her head down, closer to his crotch as she reached to pull down his joggers. Angeline was not surprised to see that Mitch was packing downstairs, his dick already hard. Mitch inhaled when the brunette reached out and moved her hand up and down it for a few seconds, biting down on his lip when he saw Angeline's face move closer to it.

His dick twitched slightly as her mouth closed over the top of it, her tongue flattening as she used the tip of her muscle to run across his shaft whilst she began to suck.

"Fuck," Mitch hissed. "See? Looks like your mouth is good for other things than bitching on and on."

Angeline considered bringing him to his peak and then pulling him away before he could climax for that comment alone, but she decided against it.

She'd rather give him the best blowjob of his life, just so she could hold it against him. Her hand that had been previously holding his thigh moved to the base of his cock, and she jerked it up and down as she spat down his length, using her saliva to slick him up.

Mitch's hand scrunched in her hair harder and his head tilted back and his jaw clenching. He swore he could see stars as his hand shoved Angeline down further, hearing and feeling her gag around him slightly. Angeline's eyes watered and she breathed through her nose the best she could as she bobbed her head up and down.

Mitch pulled out of her mouth after a couple of minutes, instantly missing the tight warmth she had provided. Before Angeline could speak, he grabbed her by the cheeks yet again and forced her face into another pout for him. Mitch gave the brunette some room to open her mouth and then spat directly inside it, her eyes widening. 

Before she could swallow, he thrust his cock back past her lips, thrusting in and out so he hit the back of her throat. Angeline groaned around him, her hands on his thighs for leverage as her choking sounds filled the dingy motel room and drove Mitch to go faster, knowing for a fact that her throat would be fucked in the morning.

As soon as he glanced down from where his head had been thrown back whilst he was in oblivion, his eyes met Angeline's and he couldn't even give a warning before he came. A loud groan escaped his lips as Angeline swallowed everything he gave her whilst he thrusted unevenly and lazily.

"Angel..." He breathed.

He released a heavy sigh again as he pulled out of her mouth, Angeline wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Mitch decided he liked her best when she looked like this; her lips swollen, her hair messy from his hands and her cheeks flushed.

Angeline stood up from the floor, sitting back onto the edge of the mattress and rolling her eyes as she ran her hands over her knees which had gone red from the wood.

"Maybe now you'll be less cranky..." She muttered, a scowl on her face when Mitch ignored her and moved back over to his laptop. "Um... Don't act like I didn't just make you cum in five minutes. Got anything to say?"

Anything you want to do? In return, perhaps?

"What do you want? A trophy that says, 'thanks for sucking my dick'?" Mitch replied sarcastically, not looking at her again.

"Oh, fuck you, you fucking twat," Angeline spat and marched towards the bathroom.

She slammed the door behind her and moved to lock it before she realised the handle had been broken off by Mitch when he'd thought she was hurt in the bathroom about an hour ago. Angeline's face scrunched up in distaste and she moved to sit on top of the countertop, her hand disappearing past her panties.

If Mitch wouldn't finish her off, then she'd just have to do it herself.

She should have fucking pulled away and not let him cum.

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yah so here's the smut i promised. sozzles if its intense, its really similar to some draco smut on my tumblr in case you recognise it and accuse me of plagiarism lol

sorry it was just a blowjob scene, angeline will get her moment when mitch is maybe being less of an ass

also PLEASE don't literally leave one comment like "update pls" ITS SO FRUSTRATING. like im glad you enjoy it, thank you honestly, but it's actually really disheartening when people don't tell you what they actually like and when they treat you like some robot that just dishes out chapters or whatever, especially when i spend hours on a chapter.

idc how many comments i get, i will ALWAYS smile when i see one that's like "I loved the part where..." THOSE are the comments that make me want to write another chapter, you know? im such a petty bitch that when people just comment "update" and nothing else i literally tell myself that im not going to lmaooo and every writer is like that im pretty sure

see u next time (whenever that may be)

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