Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Buried to the hilt again in what’s become my favorite place on earth, I let out a groan, “You take me so fucking well.” My eyes drift shut from the incredible feel of her wrapped around me. “Such a fucking tight little pussy that’s only been touched by me,” I hiss with possessiveness.
Holding Vittoria in place, I suck in air through my teeth as I start to fuck her with no restraint. I watch as her ass cheeks turn red from my abs slapping against them, and it makes me move faster and harder.
Cries begin to spill over her lips, and soon she’s sobbing, “Angelo. Yes. God. Yesssssss.”
Her pussy contracts around me as her orgasm strikes, and pleasure sizzles down my spine. Ecstasy tenses my body, and I fall over her as my cock jerks inside her.
My teeth sink into her shoulder, where I smother my growls, my release filling her.
Our bodies jerk and tremble, and slick with sweat, we gasp for air.
“Christ,” I groan against her skin. “Fucking you has become my new favorite thing to do.”
Sitting down next to Vittoria, I pull her closer. She straddles my lap, and we both look down at the evidence of our orgasms coating her pussy.
I swipe my finger through her folds, and bringing it to her lips, I murmur, “Open.”
An apprehensive expression fills her eyes, but she does as she’s told. I dip my finger into her mouth, then say, “Suck, baby.”
Her tongue brushes against my finger as she listens.
“Such an obedient little figa.”
Chapter 25
Tori
I’ve made two batches of cannolis, and as they cool down, Angelo comes into the kitchen.
“Christ, I love the smell in the house since you moved in.”
I grin at him from where I’m leaning with my hip against the counter while drinking a cup of coffee.
When I woke up this morning and felt his arms around me, there was a shift in my heart.
I’m starting to see Angelo in a different light. Not once has he been violent with me. Even though I’m well aware he can change at any time, I’m clinging to the hope that he’ll never raise a hand against me.
He’s been kind and patient with me…and even loving. Sometimes, I forget he’s one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra. I forget he’s killed people. I forget he makes a living from criminal activities.
When he’s home, he’s just Angelo, my husband.
We’re forming a bond, and it has my feelings changing toward him.
I’m not always on high alert around him, and I even smile more.
Angelo steals a cannoli and leans back against the counter. With his eyes on me, he takes a bite.
I watch as he enjoys the dessert, and more warmth trickles into my heart.
I can learn to love this man.
He tilts his head and asks, “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before I admit, “You’re different from what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
He takes another cannoli as I answer truthfully, “Violence.”
He eats the whole thing in two bites before he says, “My father used to beat the shit out of my mother. I’m no saint, but it’s the one thing I’ll never do.”
Hearing about his parents, my eyebrows draw together. “I’m so sorry. It must’ve been awful.” I glance down at the caramel liquid in my cup. “My father was gentle and caring.”
“I know. He was a big teddy bear. Everyone felt the loss when he died.”
Right. Angelo knew my dad.
Angelo closes the distance between us and framing my face with his hands, he captures my gaze with his.
“When I saw you at the funeral, it never occurred to me Giorgio would treat you so badly. If I had known, I would’ve placed you somewhere safer.”
He leans down and presses a tender kiss an inch from my mouth, then murmurs, “I’m sorry you suffered since your father died.”
Another kiss is pressed a hair-width closer, and anticipation explodes in my chest.
My breathing speeds up, and it has Angelo pulling back so our eyes can meet.
“Give me permission, Vittoria,” he whispers.
I consider his request, but not feeling ready, I shake my head. “I just need a little more time.”
He lets out a deep breath and pulls away from me. “In that case, I’m taking half the cannolis.”
He’s not angry with me.
A smile spreads over my face. “I made double so you could have some.”
“I’ll have to spend extra time in the gym to work off all the food,” he chuckles before leaving the kitchen.
Silence falls at the loss of his presence. I feel an urge to follow him so I can be near him again, but suppressing it, I start to clean the kitchen after baking all morning.
A kiss is the only thing I have control over, and I want it to happen when I’m in love with Angelo.