CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

hate you too

Angeline slept with her door locked that night, but her ears open for Mitch. She heard him go downstairs at one point and she waited and waited and waited for him to come back. He did about an hour later, breathing heavily. She assumed he had gone down to the gym to release some stress.

Still, she continued to listen, worried she'd hear him start whimpering and crying in his sleep again. Angeline must have stayed awake for at least another hour before she drifted off, her body far too comfortable in a bed that wasn't as crappy as the ones in all of the motels she'd been in recently.

When she woke, Angeline took a shower before making her way down to the kitchen. She was glad to find that it was empty as she grabbed a box of cereal from the side and looked through a bunch of cabinets until she found a bowl and a spoon, preparing herself one of the blandest breakfasts ever. It seemed like there was nothing unhealthy in the house-- nothing with flavour.

"You're up late."

Angeline craned her head over her shoulder to see Mitch standing in the doorway of the dining room. He had even more sweat on him than yesterday and he was in his gym clothes again, which was strange, because she swore he had already gone down there after his nightmare last night.

"Yeah," Angeline mumbled, shovelling some cereal into her mouth.

So that was the game he was going to play? He was just going to pretend that she didn't find him having one of the worst night terrors that Angeline had ever seen in her life? He'd woken up screaming and he'd been crying a girl's name...

Milly.

Angeline wondered who Milly was. Had he been a girlfriend of Mitch's? A friend? A family relative perhaps? Either way, she knew whatever had happened to the girl, Mitch had seen again in his dream last night. He'd made it very clear that she was the last person he wanted to talk to it about.

"Your clothes are clean in the dryer and you have some warmer stuff on the way. We'll have to stay here an extra day so Irene can send them in time," Mitch grumbled, rolling his neck and causing a cracking sound.

Angeline didn't reply but nodded, consuming more of her bland cereal.

"Look. Don't get all quiet on me again just because I put you in your place last night. You shouldn't have come into my room and you should have left me alone," Mitch snapped suddenly.

Glaring down at her bowl, Angeline gripped her spoon and then looked back up at him. "I thought something was wrong with you! You were crying and yelling. You needed help!"

"I don't need anything from you," Mitch spat, "You need me, not the other way round."

Angeline scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're such an arsehole."

"And you're such a whiny bitch," Mitch growled back. "All you do is complain when you don't get your way."

"You know what that sounds like, Mitch? That sounds like toxic masculinity. You're so upset that you actually showed emotion for once that you're blaming it all on me and making it out like I'm in the wrong for wanting to make sure you weren't fucking dying or something--"

Mitch was in front of her within seconds, grabbing her by the stool and spinning it around so that she was sitting practically between his legs. His minty breath was on her and she could see his skin shining with sweat now.

"You know what would have happened if I was actually dying?" Mitch snapped, "You'd be dead too. If something had been wrong with me, if your father or his opposition had caught up and were killing me in that room, then you would've had to run, Angeline. You would have been taken and tortured until you were dead if I had actually been dying last night."

"But you weren't, you were having a nightmare--"

Mitch grabbed her by the jaw. "Listen to me!" He bellowed, Angeline's breath catching in her throat. "You don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about. You think you know what you're saying, but you don't know anything Angeline--"

Her fists pounded against his chest and she kicked him away from her from where she was on the seat still. Her eyes were brimming with tears and her face was scrunched up.

"Fuck off!" She continued to try and punch him in the chest, standing up now, but Mitch was grabbing her wrists with each half-hearted swing. "You sound more and more like my father every single fucking day, Mitch. I hate you! I actually fucking hate you."

"Yeah, and I hate you too," Mitch growled.

Angeline swallowed thickly and tore her wrist from his grip, lifting her hand higher this time and smacking Mitch around the face. His head snapped to the side slightly, the pain vibrating off of Angeline's own palm as she took a deep breath, feeling like she had finally managed to settle some of her frustration with him.

However, as soon as she began to lower her arm, his much larger hand struck out to grab her by the throat, her body being forced against the wall behind her as his lips pressed to hers. Angeline gasped into his mouth, her hands finding his hair and tugging immediately. One of his hands remained around her throat, the other holding her waist so tight it was nearly painful.

He kissed her like his intention was to bruise her lips, as if pouring all of his hatred into her. And Angeline did the same-- with each lock of the lips or turn of the head, she attempted to reaffirm her words in her head-- I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

Mitch's thigh moved between hers to pin her to the wall as he removed his hand from his neck, attaching his lips there instead. Shuddering, Angeline's nails scraped at his back, slightly pulling up the tank top that he was wearing whilst he sucked and nibbled at her flesh. Small, breathy moans escaped her lips, her brown eyes fluttering shut.

"You're a brat," he hissed in her ear as he pulled away, watching her whimper. "I've said it once and I'll say it a million times."

"Please," Angeline begged, "Say it again."

Mitch's eyes darkened and his hand was back against her neck, his leg grinding purposely into her heat, drawing out another breathy moan. He tilted her head, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"You fucking like it, don't you?" Mitch hissed, "You get off on being called a brat? Let me guess, you like slut too?"

Angeline struggled not to moan. The word was deep and husky coming from Mitch, and it made her entire body feel like it was on fire. She didn't even have to verbally answer for Mitch to know the truth. He smirked, shaking his head.

"Mitch, please--"

"Please what?" He snapped, "Tell me exactly what you want Angeline."

"Want you to make me cum," she breathed.

"I think that can be arranged," Mitch whispered against her neck, pecking her there again.

Angeline groaned as Mitch flipped her around, her face and body pressing against the wall. His large hand moved from her waist and up her body, finding her long hair. He tugged it, forcing her head backwards. He backed up against her and Angeline felt his erection press against her, a mischievous smirk crossing her face that he couldn't see.

"You feel me?" Mitch muttered, "You feel what you do to me, Angeline? When you walk around in nothing but my t-shirt and the smallest pair of shorts you own?"

Angeline bit her lip.

"Turn back around," he ordered.

She did as she was told and Mitch grabbed her by the waist, hauling her up onto the table. Angeline's eyes widened, realising he was about to do it in the middle of the dining room, on the same table they'd eaten on last night.

"Lay back," he said and Angeline obeyed.

She felt Mitch's hands smooth up her legs and then his lips were at her left knee. He kissed up the inside of her thighs, taking his sweet time and biting down slightly, listening to her breathy sounds. When he finally made it to the cotton shorts she was wearing, Angeline felt Mitch's fingers hook with the waistband and he tugged them down.

"Look at you," Mitch scoffed, "Not even wearing panties. Bet you were hoping for something like this to happen, hm?"

"Mitch," Angeline pleaded.

She felt a long, slender finger swipe through her soaked folds. Angeline nearly arched her back then and there as her slick arousal coated his finger. She covered her mouth with her hand as he glided his finger towards her clit where he began to rub small circles. Upon noticing that she was muffling her moans with her hand, Mitch delivered a sharp slap to her clit, making her jerk unexpectedly beneath him and cry out.

"Take your fucking hand away," Mitch demanded, returning to her clit as soon as he saw her obey. "Good girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make. The same ones I heard you making when you were getting yourself off in the motel bathroom the other day."

Angeline whimpered-- a mixture of his words and the skillfulness of his fingers. Her hands reached out to grab hold of anything, but there was nothing for her to hold as he rubbed her clit at a faster pace, making figure eights. She began to grope at her breasts through the black tee that Mitch had allowed her to borrow, the sight nearly making Mitch's eyes roll back.

He grabbed her by the waist, Angeline huffing as he had to take his hands away from her clit, and he yanked her down so she was close to the edge of the table. Then, she heard him get on his knees, his hot breath fanning her dripping pussy. She was unbelievably wet considering she'd been thinking of him doing this to her for a while now.

One of Mitch's fingers slid into her entrance, Angeline's breath hitching in response. One of her hands escaped her breast and she grabbed at his dark head of hair, tugging. Mitch groaned as he slid another finger in, pumping into her at a dangerously slow pace. Then, Angeline felt him spit on her pussy before landing his tongue against it.

"Oh, fuck!" Angeline whimpered, bucking her hips against him.

Mitch hummed into her, continuing with the thrusting of his fingers as he did kitten licks against her throbbing clit. She felt like she was about to explode, the most beautiful moans Mitch had ever heard coming from her mouth as she tilted her head back. She threw her legs onto his shoulders as he began to lap her juices up more eagerly now, done with the slow, teasing pace.

A third finger slid inside and Angeline groaned at the stretching sensation, his fingers fucking into her harder and harder. Mitch made sounds against her as he ate her out, the feeling pushing her closer and closer towards her inevitable finish. The sounds of how wet she was filled the room, her cheeks nearly blazing in embarrassment.

"Look how desperate you are," Mitch muttered as he pulled his mouth away, continuing to thrust his fingers inside. "So fucking wet for me. You're such a little slut, Angel."

"Shit!" Angeline cursed at the nickname.

His lips were against her and much more eager this time, making lewd slurping sounds. It didn't take long after that for her to cum, her moans growing louder and more frequent as she let go against him, her back arching and her the tight knot in her stomach easing off. Mitch played with her through it, only releasing her once she began to cry out at how sensitive she had become.

Her chest heaved, her eyes clenching shut as she lay there for a few seconds. She heard Mitch stand as she sat up, his eyes dark as he moved to stand between her legs again. Angeline opened her mouth, accepting his slender fingers as he hooked them inside, forcing her to suck them clean from her juices. She pulled off of him with a pop and slid off of the table.

Just as Mitch began to reach for the hem of his shirt, Angeline struck her hand out and stopped him. His brows furrowed as he peered down at her questioningly. Then, she pulled back up her shorts and shot him a smile.

"Oh, did you think I was going to suck you off as a thanks?" Angeline pouted at him, watching as his face contorted into an expression of anger. "What do you want, Mitch? A trophy that says 'thanks for eating me out?'"

Mitch's jaw clenched, his previous words and actions backfiring painfully.

"I still fucking hate you," she reminded him softly and then left the room, leaving Mitch with a more than painful hard-on that he would just have to deal with himself.

...

Angeline was more than satisfied. In fact, it felt like she was thriving. Sat on her bed with the clothes that Mitch had cleaned for her, post-orgasm from the finish that Mitch had also given her, she finally felt as though the stubborn man had had a taste of his own medicine. She hummed to herself as she sorted through her clothes, changing into something comfortable so that she could go back down the gym in a bit.

She wished she had her phone and some earphones with her, or anything to listen to music on really. Sometimes the silence felt off putting or boring, especially when she was lying in bed awake at night. She'd kill to just drift away from the reality of her universe and plunge herself into something else-- somewhere where people weren't after her, where she wasn't stuck with a man who clearly had some serious trust issues.

She waited a little while before she made her way down to the gym. She didn't see nor hear Mitch on the way down, and thankfully it was empty when she entered. Normally, Angeline didn't work out that often, but with nothing else to do, she thought it was a good distraction from thinking about the days that probably awaited her.

Often, she wondered what would happen first: would the CIA catch up to her father, would her father's opposition capture and torture her, or would her father end her life before she could spread the code that she had learned?

She really hoped, for the sake of not only herself but the cities that had been listed in the letter she'd seen, that it was the first option.

The exercise was supposed to take her mind off of these kinds of thoughts, but it was all she could think about as she ran on the treadmill, staring at the blank wall in front of her. Angeline would be lying if she said she wasn't terrified of what was going to happen. The idea of being tortured made her stomach twist, and so did the idea of ever having to look her father in the eye again.

Angeline ran for longer than she had expected, but eventually, like yesterday, the stitch in her side was tugging her away from her daydream land and causing her to stop the machine. She panted, her hands holding onto the handles until she glanced up, seeing Mitch had been watching her from by the stairs. Angeline paid him no attention as she moved across the room and reached down to grab her water bottle.

Gulping down the cold liquid as quick as she could, Angeline could only feel the hotness of her skin and the pounding of her heart until familiar hands planted on her hips. Mitch's lips were by her ear again.

"You're a tease," he whispered.

"So were you," Angeline shot back, turning around and squinting her eyes at him.

"But I think you'll give in," Mitch murmured, his deep voice sending chills down the girl's spine. "I think either way, this constant back and forth thing we seem to have going on isn't going to end until we both get what we want."

Angeline raised a brow, feeling her stomach do a flip. "And what is it exactly that you think the both of us want?"

"For me to fuck you," Mitch said bluntly, "Just like you deserve. Rough and hard."

Heat pooled between Angeline's legs and Mitch seemed to pick up on the way she shifted slightly. He smirked, his eyebrows quirking slightly. Angeline couldn't decide if she wanted to smack him in the face again or ram her lips against his and let him have her whatever way he wanted.

"Is that on the resume you had with my father?" She teased in a sultry tone. "Drop me off at school, go on coffee runs, pick me up from detentions... run away with me, fuck me and call me a slut?"

Mitch groaned. "Don't. Not unless you're actually willing to finish it properly this time."

"You want to fuck me, Mitch?" Angeline hummed as she reached beneath her shirt behind her back and undid her bra, sliding it down her arms and throwing it by his feet. "Then go ahead. Maybe you'll be better than Evan."

"Who the fuck is Evan?" Mitch's face scrunched up.

"The guy who fucked me at the motel whilst you were in bed, sleeping," Angeline grinned, watching the way he grew visibly angry. "Oh, you should have heard his dirty talk. Talking about how 'your boyfriend could never fuck you as good as this, could he?'"

A low growl came from the back of Mitch's throat and Angeline was pushed, once again, against a wall. He didn't waste his time attacking her lips again, his large hands hoisting her shirt over her head and revealing her breasts to him. Mitch palmed at them as his lips attached to her neck once more, biting and sucking.

His fingers tweaked at her nipples and caused her to cry out, one of her legs moving to wrap around his waist. When she felt his hands move underneath her, squeezing her ass, she did a little jump, wrapping both around him. He drove her back against the wall as he leaned down to nibble and kiss at any skin he could get access to whilst she rolled her hips against him in an effort to get off.

"Oh, I'll show you how much better I can fuck you than that sleazy motel boy," Mitch spat, "You'll be screaming my name, begging me to cum. Like the fucking slut that you are."

"Mhmm," Angeline whimpered against him, "Your-- your slut."

Mitch released her so she was standing and pulled down her shorts, taking her panties down with it. The cool air inside the gym contrasted harshly against her pulsating heat and she whimpered, her legs being forced apart when he once again drove his thigh between them. Her hands reached for his top and she yanked it over his head, his dark hair messing up a little until he shook it back into place.

Mitch reached between them and cupped her sex, a cocky smirk crossing his features when he discovered that she was still soaking like before. His thumb rubbed at her clit, but he knew he wasn't going to spend as much time on foreplay now-- she'd already gotten some about an hour ago.

His fingers swiped through her folds and Mitch thrust two inside of her, making come hither motions to try and find her g-spot. Angeline's legs felt weak, her body nearly collapsing against his broad chest as he fucked his fingers into her hard and fast.

"M-Mitch!" She called out.

"That's it," Mitch huffed, "Carry on whining like a little brat. It's all you're good for, isn't it?"

Her small hands were at the waistband of his gym shorts and she pushed them down, reaching into his underwear and pulling out his cock. It was already hard and leaking precum, twitching slightly in her hand as she jerked it up and down slowly.

"Don't be even more of a fucking tease," Mitch hissed.

Whilst he fingered her, Angeline picked up her pace on his cock, working her hand up and down his length and raising her thumb to swipe away at some of the precum. Mitch suddenly shoved her off of him and grabbed her by the hips. She was bent over some of the boxes that held gym equipment inside, her hand reaching to claw at the other end.

"Are you sure about this, Angeline?" He demanded, pumping his cock from behind her.

Angeline nodded quickly. "Please. Fuck me, Mitch."

His hand was on the small of her back, about to line himself up with her entrance, when he suddenly stopped. Angeline froze, peering across her shoulder at him.

"What?" She demanded impatiently.

"Condom," he replied bitterly, pulling away from her.

Angeline's heart sank and she couldn't realise how stupid and irresponsible she had been. She was glad he wasn't some teenage boy who would have totally taken advantage of her obliviousness, a sigh leaving her lips as she turned around.

He was yanking his shorts back up when Angeline grabbed his wrist. "I can still... get you off," she suggested.

Mitch stared down at her for a few seconds before nodding, his hand sliding back down to rub at her clit whilst she found his cock again.

...

Angeline felt strange having her second shower of the day, but it was needed after running on the treadmill and then spending time with Mitch afterwards. She glanced at herself in the mirror, raising her brows at the hickeys that were across her neck and collarbones. A small smirk took place on her lips and she shook her head.

Towel drying her hair quickly, Angeline wrapped the white fluffy material around her body and exited the ensuite into her bedroom, her body freezing completely when she came face to face with the barrel of a gun.

"You're a bad person, Angeline," Zimmerman whimpered, "Just like your family."

...

double updates! im going to go back to focus on my draco fic for a few days and then hopefully return back to his one after, and keep it rotating like that (it probs wont last long because i get so unmotivated sometimes).

most of this chapter is smut so im sorry if that's not your thing! and also sorry for cockblocking at the end if that is your thing-- mitch is just too professional to be carrying condoms around in his back pocket, y'know?? but they will get there eventually-- or maybe not idk

thanks for reading <33

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