For Angelo (Full-Length Standalone Italian Billionaire Romance) (24 page)

“Y-yes,” she whispered. “And it’s neither.”

He stilled. “Why? Because you’ve changed your mind?” Angelo had to force the words out.

She shook her head.

Then why the hell wouldn’t she come?

Lane continued gazing at him.

It took him another moment to realize what was happening.

Payback.

His lips curved, and she bit her lip hard as if she was trying not to smile back at him. “My little masochist has claws, it seems.” This time, her smile won out, and he knew he was right. The knowledge should have angered him, but it only made him want her more.
 

Again, he offered her his hand. “Come to me now.”

But she only shook her head again, saying haltingly, “I told you. I don’t want either.”

He raised a brow.
 

Lane said tremulously, “Because I don’t think I’ll last that long. I want you to take me here—”

She didn’t finish speaking.

She couldn’t

It had only taken him a second to close the distance between them, another second to lift her up in his arms, and another second for his mouth to conquer hers.

Aaaaaaah.

“You keep surprising me,” he muttered hoarsely against her lips just before his tongue pushed hard and deep inside her mouth, and all she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and hold on to him for dear life. She kissed him back, her hunger matching his even as she felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the strength of his passion.

“So damn unpredictable, I can’t read you at all.”

She felt him move, but his kiss kept her occupied and only when she felt her back hit the wall did she realize what his intentions were. Her legs locked around him just as his mouth ran down her neck, sucking at the soft skin.

She moaned and arched against him, and his arms tightened around her as he said roughly, “I wanted your first time to be sweet for you.” But in savage contrast to his words, he tore her dress away from her body the next moment.
 

And she could only moan, realizing that this was
exactly
how she wanted it.

It might hurt terribly, but she didn’t give a damn.

This.

Hot. Rough. Wild. Uncontrollable. Mindless.

Angelo like no one else would ever see—

Angelo undone by his need to fuck her—

This was how it was meant to be between them, now and always.

“I prepared a bed of roses for you, strawberries and champagne, but
no
.”

His mouth moved down her chest, and his teeth closed over one lace-covered nipple.
 

“You chose
this
over all of it.”

He bit hard.

She screamed.

His teeth didn’t let go, biting so hard she could feel his mark all the way to her soul.

Angelo’s head lifted. “And you know what,
tesoro
?”

Eyes clouded with desire stared back at him.

“I realize it’s how I like it, too.”

His head moved back down, and his teeth clamped over her other nipple. He bit her so hard she couldn’t stop herself from digging her nails into his shoulders. “Angelo!”

But he didn’t let go, and oh, the how the pain lashed at her, excruciating and arousing, that she couldn’t help crying even as wetness flooded her already soaking panties.

He tore her bra away, and she screamed. He squeezed her breasts hard, and he grated out, “No fucking sweet first time for you.”
 

Aaaaaah.

Her body jerked against him at his promise, pushing her nipple towards his lips, and he didn’t hesitate to take it in, sucking her nipple deep into her mouth.
 

“Angelo,” she moaned.

He sucked on her other nipple, a punishingly rough kiss that made her legs tighten around his waist. More, more, more.
 

She wanted more of this sweet, lovely mind-numbing pain—

And as if he could hear her, he released her breasts and let her slide to her feet while he knelt down in front of her.

He tore her wet panties away and she moaned.

He pushed her thighs apart, and he tongued her without warning.

She screamed, the feel of his tongue delving into her moist depths making her entire body shudder. Her knees gave out, and she could only clutch his head as he fucked her with his tongue. “Angelo, p-please.” Her fingers tightened desperately on his hair, but he didn’t let up, didn’t let her catch her breath, didn’t let her do anything but scream at the relentless pleasure of his tongue.

“
Angelo
!” She could feel something build inside her, like waves rising and threatening to overflow and sweep everything away.

But instead of slowing down, her cry of agony seemed to spur him, and she felt Angelo take hold of her folds.

She instinctively stiffened. “Angelo, no—”

But he paid her no heed, and he started to pull her folds wide open.

“Aaaah!” She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this, stretched so widely—

Angelo thrust his tongue back inside her, deeper than it had ever been.

“Ah!”

The dam inside her broke, her orgasm rippling out of her, and she screamed. She couldn’t stop screaming as she came, and now she couldn’t get enough of Angelo’s tongue, her fingers holding his head as she pushed her pussy to his mouth. He swallowed every bit of her come, and his tongue kept moving inside her even as she could no longer bear the pleasure and she begged him to stop.

When he finally released her, she swayed, and if not for his quick reflexes, she would have toppled to the floor. She felt him carry her, and she let him, her eyes only drifting open when she felt him lowering himself.

They were on the couch
, she realized dimly, and her eyes closed again when she felt Angelo lay her down.

He returned to her moments later, arranging her on his lap. Her knees fell on the couch and she found herself straddling him, his rigid, hot cock between her wet folds.

Ooooooh.

He started rubbing her mound against his cock, the movement tantalizingly slow.

A moan escaped her.
 

Her first orgasm had left her feeling languidly weak and tired, but even so, the continuous friction between his cock and her mound couldn’t stop her body from reacting.
 

“Ready for the second round,
tesoro
?” His whispered words were her only warning just before Angelo moved her body up, placing her breasts right in front of his face. He sucked on one nipple just as he rubbed her body harder against his cock.
 

Her eyes flew open.

Angelo’s gaze captured hers, and without taking his eyes off her, he sucked harder on her nipple even as his hands clasped her hips and ground his cock on her mound.
 

Feeling Angelo’s eyes on her while he played with her body was too much, and again she could feel it, the pleasure threatening to spiral out of her.

“Angelo, no—”

But he only moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking like his life depended on it, while his cock didn’t stop rubbing against her, its head constantly brushing against her swollen clitoris.

“Oh my God, Angelo—”

One hand left her hip, reaching between their bodies to take hold of her engorged nub.

She shuddered.

He released her mouth, but her gaze remained imprisoned by his eyes. He said in a voice made guttural by lust, “Come now, my Lane.” He pinched her clit just before his mouth took hers in a deep, hard kiss.

She screamed against his mouth just as her body obeyed his command, pleasure exploding from her depths. Her eyes rolled back at the unexpected strength of her second orgasm, and she could only clutch at his shoulders while her body shuddered at every jolt of release.

His mouth eased off her, and she stared at him dazedly, wondering if she could survive his third round.

Her beautiful fallen angel smiled at her, and his voice was a dark melody as he crooned, “Feeling tired?”

She nodded.

“But we’ve only started.”

What?

“And even if you beg me to, I won’t stop.”

Oh my gosh—

And that was when she felt it, his hands once again taking hold of her thighs, and then he was slowly pulling her down—

Oh my gosh, did he plan to take her
now
?

Her eyes flew to him in horror. “Angelo, no, it’s too soon—”

But his hands didn’t stop applying pressure to her lower body, and a weak cry of protest escaped Lane as she felt the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

“No,” she moaned.

“You have no choice.”
 

The words had her shuddering, not out of fear, but white-hot desire.

“I’m going to fuck your virginal little pussy.” The entire head of his cock pushed inside her, and she threw her head back with a scream.

“I’m going all the way in—”

And he was doing it as he said it—

“And I’m not going to stop even if it hurts—”

And it did hurt, oh it did hurt—

“Because we both know this is what you want—”

Oh my God, it hurt so much, and his cock was just halfway in—

“And what you want, I’ll give you—”

Oh God, she felt like his cock was ripping her apart—

His gaze captured hers. “I’m going to make you
bleed
.”

Noooooooo!

She screamed and tried to get away from him, but it was too late, he was impaling her, his cock destroying the thin barrier of her hymen, and then he was there.
 

Making her bleed.

And it was everything she feared and wanted.

He started to move, not even letting her catch her breath.
 

“Stop.” She tried to get off his cock, but it only made him thrust deeper into her, and she moaned.

“S-stop, d-damn you.”

But still, he fucked her, relentlessly, punishingly, and oh God, it hurt so much.
 

And yet, it felt so, so, so good.

“Angelo, please—”

He purred into her ear, “I know,
tesoro
. Even if you don’t, I know what you want—”

She felt him lifting her off his cock until only the swollen tip of its head was inside of her.

“And I will give it to you.” His eyes glittering with unquenchable lust, he said savagely, “I’m going to give it to you even if you cry out for me to stop, I’m going to give it to you, every fucking hole—” He pulled her down hard, impaling her like she was a sacrifice, and his cock reached all the way to her womb.

She screamed his name.

He began pounding into her.

“Angelo, oh my God, Angelo—” She remembered his promise, and she realized this was it.
 

He was fucking her harder than he had ever fucked any woman in his life.

And that was what did it for her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, “Yes.”

Angelo shuddered at the sound, but his hips pumped even more furiously against her.

It hurt, and it felt good, and she trembled, moaning, “Yes.”

“Fuck, Lane.” He became tense and hard under her, and his fingers tightened around her hips.

She whimpered, and the sound seemed to drive him wild. He took her mouth in a kiss, and his tongue began moving at the same pace of his cock—