DARK ANGEL: A Mafia Romance -- Book Three: A Violent Love Affair (Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“I might like it,” I whispered before nipping his lower lip with my teeth.

He glowered at me, but my teasing smile seemed to break through to him. With his arm still around my waist, he picked me up and carried me off the dance floor. Our friends laughed behind us, and I grinned back at them over Angelo’s shoulder. When we reached the edge of the dance floor Angelo put me down. He didn’t look at me as he grabbed hold of my hand and I let him pull me with him into the darkness.

Chapter Five

Angelo pulled me past a bouncer, up some stairs and into hallway. He then shoved through a door hidden in the wall that exposed an office that overlooked the club. Slamming the door, he shoved me back against it.

I lost my amusement as I saw just how furious he really was.

“What the fuck was that about, Karen?”

“I was dancing,” I said, my voice icy to combat the heat of his anger. “And I thought you were working.”

“God damn it! So is that what that was? Punishment because I’ve been working?”

“That was just dancing,” I fired back. “But if you’re going to keep blowing me off, you can’t expect me just to sit at home waiting for you.”

He sucked in a harsh breath. “So you
are
punishing me.”

“I’m not punishing you for any
thing. But here’s a little tip. Maybe you should try being honest with me next time, instead of making up excuses why you don’t want to see me.”

“I told you I was working!”

“And you’re lying!” I screamed back at him. I turned around and grabbed onto the doorknob, wanting to leave. Maybe this wasn’t the best conversation to have when I was more-than-slightly drunk. I gasped as Angelo picked me up and stomped over to a couch that was facing a mirrored window that looked out over the club.

I suddenly found myself face down over his lap and cried out as my dress was pulled up and his hand landed on my naked ass in a stinging slap. I screamed out again as his large hand smacked my other ass cheek, hard enough to sting but not so much that it really hurt.

“Angelo!”

“That was for letting that fucker touch you on the dance floor,” Angelo growled out. He smacked the other cheek, making me squirm on his lap. “And that is for calling me a liar!”

I squirmed. “You son of a bitch!”

Angelo’s hand settl
ed over my heated ass cheek and then slowly slid lower, pushing the material of my thong to the side to stroke lightly over my wet slit. I was breathing heavily as I felt him exploring my sex. The spanking surprised me, but it had also aroused me in a way I wasn’t used to. And now I was dripping wet for him, willing to overlook my anger if he just kept touching me like this.

“God,
cara mia
. Your little pussy is so wet. I think you like getting spanked. You’re so tight…spread your legs for me. Wider. Yeah, just like that. Let me feel you.”

I let out a moan as I felt one of his thick fingers penetrate my pussy, sliding in easily. My body clenched around his invading finger, grasping the single digit greedily, wanting more. I was a mixture of emotion, but I knew I couldn’t give into him…not like this.

“Angelo, stop.” My softly spoken words had his finger pausing inside of me.

“You don’t want me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to keep lying to me either,” I whispered, knowing the truth in my heart. His finger pulled out of me and he lifted me so I was sitting on his lap. He cupped my face, his dark eyes searching mine.

“You know.”

The statement said it all. He had been avoiding me in some misguided attempt to protect me.

“What the hell, Angelo? I thought we had cleared this up
, and then you suddenly go back to keeping secrets from me?”

“I’m trying to keep you safe
, damn it!”

I slapped at his shoulder. “And you couldn’t just tell me that?”

His arms tightened around me, refusing to let me go. “I should have. I tried to talk to Paul, but he won’t listen. He thinks I was involved in Carlo’s death. I had to keep away from you to make sure he didn’t focus on you in retaliation.”

“You stupid, sweet man.” I sighed then kissed him lightly. “Don’t you think it would be better if I
knew
there was a threat against us, instead of you just hiding it from me?”

He gripped me hard, his eyes filled with burning intensity. “God, Karen. You don’t understand. Nothing can happen to you. Just thinking about it fills me with rage. I know we haven’t know each other long, but
… I feel myself falling for you, Karen. I love you -- and I can’t lose you now that I’ve found you.”

Joy filled me and I melted into him. “Oh, Angelo. I love you, too.”

He mouth slammed down on mine, and I kissed him back, sharing all the emotions I was feeling for him. I tilted my head, wanting him, pulling at the material of his shirt as I burrowed closer.

“I need you,
cara mia
. Right here, right now.”

“Yes.”

The separation between us had taken its toll on the both of us and I could feel the steel-hard spike of his desire under my ass.

“I’m so hard it hurts. I need you to suck me first, Karen. I need to feel you
r lips wrapped around my cock.”

God, the sound of his voice giving telling me he needed me that much made me weak. During our phone sex conversation
s, I had described in detail how I wanted to suck him off, making him come with a groan. At the time I had wished for him to be in front of me, and now that he was I couldn’t wait to take him into my mouth. I slid off his lap, going to my knees in front of him while the club raged behind me through the mirrored glass. I kept looking at him as I slowly undid his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock.

“I love how big and hard you are.”

“Open up your mouth,
cara mia
. Open up and suck it for me.”

I opened my mouth
, licking at the drops of pre-cum on the head of his cock, loving the salty sweet taste of him. I looked up at him under veiled lashes when he cursed. Watching him, I opened my mouth wide and slid my mouth over his thick cock, taking as much of him as I could.

“
Fuck,”
he groaned. “I love your mouth, Karen. It feels so fucking good.”

His hand shove
d into my hair, holding me in a tight grip, but he didn’t force me to take more of him than I could handle as I worked my mouth over him. I began moving my head faster, using my hand to stroke the rest of his shaft as I sucked hard on the tip of his cock, feeling him shudder.

“Fuck, no more. I want to be inside your tight pussy when I come.”

Feeling bold, I released his cock and stood. Reaching under my dress, I slowly pulled off my thong, letting it drop down onto the floor. He reached for me but I simply smiled.

“I want to ride you,” I purred.

“Then sit on my cock, Karen.”

His jaw tightened as I straddled him and slowly lowered myself down. Angelo held onto his cock, positioning the thick stalk so I slide down the length. We both moaned as I took him deep. I felt completely wicked, with both of us dressed exce
pt for where we were connected.

“God, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned as I rode him.

His hands gripped my hips hard, helping me rise and fall on his cock as his mouth sucked my nipple through the fabric of my dress.

“Naughty girl, I think it makes you hot thinking that there is a club full of people at your back while you ride me,” he taunted. “Would you like that,
cara mia
? Would you want all those people watching as you slid this slick cunt up and down my cock?”

“No,” I whispered, even as my pussy gushed more cream around his invading cock. “Just you. I just want you.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped us so I was flat on my back on the couch and he was kneeling on the floor, still lodged deep inside me.

“Good,” Angelo snarled. “Because I won’t let anyone see you like that. Your body belongs to me. Only I get to see your beautiful face as you come.”

His mouth crushed down on mine as he began to pound himself inside me. He levered back, grabbing my legs to hold them open in a wide V as he continued to thrust himself deep, using all his strength.

“Rub your clit, Karen. Do it now,” he demanded.

With my eyes watching his face, I lowered my hand between us, lifting my dress up more so I exposed where he was thrusting inside of me. Needing the release, I rubbed my engorged clit in a circular motion , moaning at the pleasure.

“Faster,
cara
,” Angelo ordered. “I’m gonna come and need you with me.”

“I want it,” I teased. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

I kept rubbing my clit while he pounded himself into me. I could feel it building inside of me until I was on the edge of ecstasy. He shifted his hips and the sharp movement made me shatter. I screamed as I came, soaking his cock with my cum.

“Karen!” Angelo’s own release burst from the head of his cock in violent spurts. He released my legs, coming down over me as he wrapped around me.

We lay together for long minutes, and when he pulled back I cupped his beloved face in my hands. “I love you, Angelo.”

“I love you, too,
cara mia
.” He sighed heavily. “I guess I am done resisting you, after all – but we still have to be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I’ll be careful. You just need to trust me and stop thinking I can’t handle what’s going on. I know about your life now and need you to share it with me.”

“I will. I’m sorry, Karen.”

We cleaned up in the private bathroom in the office, laughing and touching one another
, and I was glad for the feeling of belonging our love afforded us. We left the privacy of the office behind and went to join our friends, getting cat-calls and good natured jabbing as soon as we sat down. In our absence, Rocco and three of his friends had joined the party and everyone was having a good time… everyone but Maria, that is.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I leaned over and asked her.

“Not here,” she said, her eyes worried. “Come to the bathroom with me.”

She stood up and I followed her. Angelo grabbed hold of my hand and stilled my movements.

“Where are you going,
cara
?”

“Bathroom with your sister. You know us chicks like to travel in packs.”

He smirked at me and I leaned down to brush my lips across his. I straightened with a wink and grabbed Maria’s hand, following her to the hallway where the restrooms were located.

“He’s here,” she hissed at me as soon as we were out of hearing range from the table.

“Who is?”

“Vincenzo. I saw him on the other side of the club.”

I winced.
That wasn’t good
. “He’s here with a date, or with friends?”

Tears sparkled in her eyes. “I don’t know. I couldn’t see.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” I pulled her in for a hug.

We stayed like that for a long moment, and I was just thinking about how close I felt to her
when I was suddenly thumped from behind. It was a hard, dull rap, right on the back of my head, totally unexpected, but it felt as natural as could be. Like a dream, I felt myself rationalizing the moment. Of course this was happening. But wait…

The world was darkening quickly, tunnel-vision blurring my eyes.
I turned around to bitch out whoever had struck me, but my tongue suddenly felt too thick to form words.

I heard Maria’s gasp of
horror as I began to fall.

And my last thoughts before the darkness took me – the image I saw behind my eyes as the world went blank – were of my dark angel…

*To Be Continued
*

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