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close, and that knowledge brought his own to the very edge of
    realization and over the precipice.
    Angel‟s orgasm was of such explosive power that Kael felt it reverberate
    through him. Kael‟s climax took his breath away. He faltered as he spanked even
    though Angel‟s crisis was still passing and he wanted to wring every last bit of
    pleasure and pain from his boy. He had to keep working and slow the spanking
    gradually. He couldn‟t just stop or they both might fall. He cried out his pleasure as
    Angel cried out his pain—and the communion was perfect.
    Kael slowed his hand and stopped. His boy‟s screams—his sweet, beautiful,
    faithful boy‟s screams—turned into sobs. His body curled around Kael‟s legs. The
    cries came from his throat in ragged, hollow, painful rasps. He sounded as if he was
    having difficulty breathing.
    Kael gripped Angel‟s waist and flipped him onto his back. He slid one arm
    around Angel‟s shoulders and the other under his knees and lifted him against his
    chest, pressing him close. “My sweetheart, don‟t hold anything back. It takes a
    brave boy to make himself vulnerable, and you are the bravest boy in the world. I
    love you so much. Daddy‟s amazing boy.”
    Kael stood up and walked to the couch and sank down, cradling Angel.
    For a long time, Angel cried, his tears cleansing him of his fear and anger and
    pain. Very slowly he became still, his face resting against Kael‟s chest, red with
    exertion. His chest continued to heave long after he was silent. “Daddy.” Angel‟s
    voice was so hoarse from screaming that it broke when he tried to speak. “I didn‟t

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    realize how scared I was for you. I knew I was scared, but it‟s the size of the fear I
    didn‟t understand. And I have been so angry at what Denbigh did to you. Those
    things you said to him before you killed him. Did he really do those things to you?”
    “Yes, he did.”
    “Aren‟t you angry about it?”
    “I was. Anger kept me alive. It gave me the will to go on. Three things stuck in
    my mind when I was trapped and helpless in that cellar. The first one was staying
    alive so I could come home to my Angel. The second was staying alive so I could free
    Ekaterina just as I promised her. The third was staying alive so I could kill
    Denbigh. I achieved all those things, so I‟m not angry anymore. I feel at peace, and I
    want you to feel at peace with everything you did in Paris. Because everything you
    did was right. Are you bothered about the scalpel kill?”
    Angel released a long sigh. “I can‟t deny it was a big scary thing to do. I felt a
    bit numb at the time, but so much was happening. I‟ve got no regrets. He was a
    piece of shit.”
    “Good boy,” Kael said. “How do you feel now? How does your body feel?”
    “Empty, like I just had an enema.” He smiled. “Daddy. I love you.”
    Kael stood up and carried Angel to the door. He set him on his feet and
    unlocked the door. They went to the bedroom, and Angel crawled into bed,
    snuggling under the duvet while Kael stripped off his leather. Within minutes they
    lay in the cocoon of their bed in the comforting darkness.
    “Daddy, can I ask you something private?”
    “You already know far more about my work than is safe for you. If I tell you
    anything else, I‟ll have to kill you.” Kael chuckled.
    “Daddy, Denbigh called me the Black Widow‟s bitch. A black widow is a spider
    that has sex, then kills her mate.”
    “I know.” Kael looked at him.
    “What did he mean?” Angel asked.
    The time to hold back secrets was long past. “There was a rumor about an
    operative who had sex with his hits before he killed them. Some of the other
    operatives thought it was me. But they were just guessing because nobody tells
    anybody anything. People I have known for years at Legoland don‟t know what I
    do.”
    “Was Denbigh‟s guess right?” Angel‟s eyes were wide as he looked at Kael.
    “Yes, he was right. I didn‟t rape anyone. But if the man was willing, I did it. Is
    that all you wanted to know?”
    Cautiously Angel asked, “Daddy, who‟s Misha? Is it a girl or a boy?”
    Kael‟s expression hardened. He didn‟t want to think about her right now. “Did
    you find my diary again?”
    “No, Sir. I only found it the first time because you left it in a drawer.”

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    “How do you know about Misha then?”
    “You said the name Misha in your sleep so many times over