Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

dinner was good. But serve me some meat tomorrow. I’m a man,
    remember.” Kael laughed.
    Hands behind his back, his posture perfect, Angel laughed. “ Sì . Can we speak
    English now, Daddy?”
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    Kael swallowed a mouthful of whisky. He wanted to drink the whole bottle. “If
    you want.”
    “What about the Latin love?” Angel giggled.
    “I was coming to that. Strip.”
    Standing in front of him, Angel undressed quickly, dropping his clothes on the
    floor until he stood naked. Once again he adopted the correct posture, hands behind his
    back, shoulders squared, chin slightly lowered. The boy was struggling to keep a grin
    from his face, but it kept getting away from him. For a moment, he would get control
    and look serious, and then his mouth would move and his chin would quiver again.
    “What’s so funny, boy?” Kael asked.
    “Nothing, Sir.”
    “Smarten up then!”
    Angel’s beautiful eyes opened wide, and his cheeks began to grow pink. He had
    taken Kael’s words as the reprimand they were. His demeanor sobered at once, but he
    was not upset. For a moment, Kael was reminded of the time he had made Angel stand
    in front of him naked and the boy had burst into tears. But Angel wasn’t that insecure
    boy anymore. He was confident in his skin and aware of his beauty and strength. When
    his cheeks grew pink, it was usually a combination of arousal and self-consciousness.
    But he wasn’t shy in front of his Daddy anymore.
    “What are you thinking, boy?”
    “Daddy, sometimes I’m just so happy when we’re home together in the evening. I
    love going out and doing stuff with you, but I love it when we’re home together. This is
    the first place I ever remember feeling at home. The foster homes were never my homes.
    I always knew it was temporary, even when I was little. Then at Sven’s house, he never
    wanted me around. He told me all the time just so I’d never forget it. But here I feel like
    I belong.”
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    “You do. You belong to me. You’re my boy. Go and get me a pair of latex gloves
    and a tube of K-Y.”
    At the mention of gloves and K-Y, Angel’s cock stiffened and stuck out. Kael
    wanted to laugh at the instant arousal response, but he kept his face very serious,
    watching Angel’s luscious little bottom as he ran to obey orders.
    Returning with the same long-legged, graceful run, Angel stopped in front of Kael
    and got down on his knees to present the gloves and K-Y. Kael took them and then
    indicated with a wave of his hand for Angel to take up his stance again. Stretching his
    legs out in front and putting his hands behind his head, Kael looked him up and down.
    Angel kept his eyes lowered. His cheeks were rosy pink on his usually pale face.
    “Look at me and tell me how you feel right at this moment, boy.” Quite
    deliberately Kael scanned Angel’s body, looking him up and down appraisingly to see
    how he would react.
    When Angel spoke, he sounded sure and unafraid. Not shy. “I feel beautiful when
    you look at me, Daddy. I feel like you see me as a boy who is worthy to be with you.”
    That was exactly what Kael wanted to hear. “You are beautiful. You’re clever too.
    You warned me about Shawn, and you were right.”
    A gentle, troubled look swept over the boy’s face. “I’m sorry I was right about
    that, Sir.”
    “You don’t have to be. But enough about that. Do you love me?” He never asked
    Angel such things; he never had to. His boy declared his love constantly, but he wanted
    a spontaneous answer.
    Biting his lip, Angel dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Kael’s
    feet, kissing them. At length he rested his cheek against the leather toes of Kael’s shoes.
    “Daddy, I adore you.”
    “Come here.” Angel’s lashes were wet and his eyes brimming as he scrambled
    into Kael’s arms. “What are you crying for, sweetheart?”
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    “I don’t know, Daddy. I just love you so much.” Angel cuddled close and began
    mouthing Kael’s nipple through his shirt.
    “Angel, what would you think if I told you that in my work, I don’t actually know
    if the people I am sent to take out are bad guys. I do what I’m told and kill them
    anyway. I’ve no idea if they’re deserving or not.”
    With absolute assurance, Angel said, “Mr. Conran would never send you after
    anyone who was good.” This boy was never going to believe Kael