His to Possess (Mafia Kingpins #4)

14. Angelo

14

ANGELO

B lake is bent over the back of the couch and I am pistoning into her slick pussy again and again. We just came in from our rendezvous down in the lake and I whipped her towel off, dropped to the floor and ate her sweet pussy until her knees gave out. Then I spun her around, hiked that luscious ass of hers into the air and sank into her soft, warm wetness. I probably shouldn’t be taking her like this or being so rough, but she seems to be enjoying it just as much as I am.

I grab her shoulder, holding her just where I want her, while I thrust forward like a maniac. My other hand winds through her long, wet hair, pulling her head up and back. Our bodies slap together, again skin to skin, and I swear I’m never using a condom with her again. It feels too fucking good. So raw and wild. Almost feral like two animals fucking.

Lifting her ass higher, I make sure I’m hitting her sweet spot over and over. She’s gasping, panting, shoving back against me. A scream tears from her throat as her orgasm hits and her pussy milks me hard. A second later, my eyes roll back in my head and, I swear to God, I see stars as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.

My dick is still pulsing inside her slickness and I look down to see how well we connect. How good it looks to see her sweet pussy wrapped around my thick cock. Fucking beautiful. Leaning over her, I press a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“You take me so well, little butterfly,” I murmur, reaching around and rewarding her by playing with her clit. She groans, hanging over the couch, pussy fluttering around my cock.

Somehow, I’m still hard and I stay fully embedded as I continue to tease her clit, lightly thrusting. If I could stay like this forever, I would. It doesn’t take long for her to come again and I pull out and turn her around, dragging her up into my arms. She feels like a limp ragdoll as I carry her up to my bedroom. Slowly, we’re christening this entire place, but I need her in my bed, naked and throbbing for me.

Laying her down, I crawl on top of her and kiss her deeply. Our tongues tangle and my hand finds her breast, gently molding it to my palm. Such a perfect fit. Just like the rest of her. I’m a little in awe because, yes, I’ve alway enjoyed sex. But what’s happening between us is other-level and in a league all its own. Nothing I’ve experienced even comes close to what I share with Blake. It’s a little disconcerting and a lot scary because what if she isn’t feeling what I am? I know this is all new for her and I need to know if she’s feeling the same.

First, though, I plan to fuck her senseless again. Christ, I don’t know what it is exactly, but I can’t get enough of her. It’s like she’s metal and I’m a magnet, drawn to her, unable to resist her. All I know for sure is she’s rocking my whole damn world and I am loving every single second of it.

Being inside of Blake is indescribable and it feels so goddamn good. I keep telling her that, too, as I thrust in and out. She feels like a heaven I’ve never known. Together, we reach the highest of highs and then float back down to Earth together, wrapped in each other’s arms. I slide out of bed, get a warm washcloth and gently clean between her slick thighs. Beautiful thighs wet with our combined release. The thought makes my dick twitch back to life. Holy hell, I’m more horny than a fifteen year old kid watching his first porn movie.

After getting rid of the washcloth, I drag her into my arms and begin dropping kisses all over her face, neck and shoulder. Anywhere my lips can reach. She giggles and pushes me away.

“That tickles,” she says.

“I love kissing you,” I murmur, throwing in a couple of nips.

“I love kissing you, too,” she admits. “And, honestly, I’ve never been very partial to kissing before.”

“Why not?”

“I guess because they were sloppy—and not in a good way.”

I nibble on her lower lip then lick it. “I’m not sloppy.”

“No, you’re perfect.” She sighs and sinks against me, and we turn on our sides, spooning.

Maybe my hold on her is a little too tight, but I can’t help it. She’s making me wonder all sorts of crazy things and at the top of that list—could we actually have a future together? She acts so strong and tough, but I see the tender and soft side of her, too—and I think I’m falling for her. She may not know it yet—hell, I’m just realizing it myself—but I vow to do everything I can to convince her to try things with me once we return to the real world. In the meantime, I plan to enjoy our time together in every possible way.

“It’s been a long day,” I whisper softly and press a kiss in her lavender-scented hair. “We should try to get some sleep.”

“Mm-hmm.”

She already sounds sleepy, so I kiss her again and bury my face in her fragrant hair, breathing deeply. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to even out and I feel her chest rising and falling softly. And, even though Blake told me she doesn’t usually sleep well, she’s the one who falls asleep first. Maybe because she’s exhausted or maybe because she feels comfortable in my arms. I’m hoping it’s the latter.

Whatever the case may be, I drift off shortly afterward, falling into the most comfortable sleep I think I’ve ever had.

The next time I wake up, I see a pair of gorgeous aqua eyes staring at me. “Morning,” I murmur, my voice thick with sleep. I can’t help the smile curving my lips. I’ve never felt so satiated in all my life and I stretch, feeling like an absolute king. On top of the fucking world.

Blake sits up and yawns behind her hand. “Good morning.”

Memories from yesterday begin swirling through my head and she interrupts my sexy thoughts when she asks, “How good are you with a gun?”

My eyes pop open, thoughts of a morning romp disintegrating fast. “Why?”

“Well, because I think it’s an important skill to have, especially in the position we’re in, and I’d like to have some target practice.”

“I know the basics, but I’ve only been to a range a few times.”

Her face lights up. “How about I teach you some things?”

“Seems only fair,” I murmur, crawling over and pinning her beneath me. I kiss her softly and she doesn’t hesitate to return it even though most women would complain about morning breath. “Since I taught you a few things the other day.”

She sighs, arching up beneath me, and I’m instantly aroused. “You certainly did.” Before I can take things further, she squirms away. “Now, it’s my turn. Get dressed, Mr. Rossi. I’m going to show you a few new tricks.”

“Coffee first,” I groan, and she laughs brightly.

I didn’t expect to spend my morning shooting guns, but I have to admit, I’m having fun. Blake is a great teacher and we’re being playful. Being with her is so easy, so enjoyable. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s company this much. There’s no pretending or pretenses—we’re just being our true, authentic selves and it feels damn good.

After teaching me all the basics—from the proper way to hold the Glock to my stance to taking aim—I’m ready to start pulling the trigger. In the past, I never had any kind of proper training. I was just taught the basic gun safety rules then told to start shooting. But Blake takes her time teaching me little tricks and tips. I also like the way she gets behind me, pressing up to my backside really closely, and adjusting my arms and stance.

We set some targets up in the distance, just some cans on top of some logs, and Blake guides me through each shot. I get better and better, but the targets are pretty small, so I don’t actually hit any.

“It’s okay,” she assures me. “You’re doing great.”

“I haven’t hit anything,” I grumble.

She moves behind me and kicks my foot out wider. “Gotta widen your stance. Lean back on this leg,” she instructs. Then she adjusts my outstretched arms slightly. “Try it again. Don’t forget to breathe.”

I control my breathing just like she showed me and pull the trigger. PING! The can goes flying through the air and I let out a whoop.

“Excellent shot,” she praises me, and I turn and press a kiss to her soft lips.

“Only because I have an excellent teacher,” I say. After another quick kiss, I step back and hand her the gun. I’m ready to see what my girl has got, especially after remembering the way she took that car out that had been chasing us. “Your turn.”

I watch Blake insert a new magazine and then rack the slide. I’m not completely gun illiterate, thanks to Miceli, and I cross my arms as I watch her lift her arm, take aim and begin shooting. Ping! Ping! Ping! One right after the other, the cans all fly off the fence rail. My jaw drops. After she hits the last one, I let out a low whistle under my breath.

“Very impressive,” I state with a grin. “You’re an even better shot than I realized. You’re like perfect.”

And she is—in every single way. It’s a helluva lot more than her shooting skills that impress me to no end. The woman is a marvel and, even though it’s under crazy circumstances, I’m so glad to be up here, alone with her, and able to take this time and get to know her better.

She chuckles. “Not perfect, but I have had a lot of practice.”

“I bet,” I murmur, watching her slide the pistol into the holster at her back. Damn, it’s sexy as hell. “So how exactly did you get into bounty hunting?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t have a lot of options once I was on my own. After I ran away from my last foster home—because the foster dad there started getting too handsy—I was almost eighteen. There was no point staying in the system any longer because the minute you turn eighteen, they kick you to the curb. So I spent a good year living on the street.”

“Jesus.” I can’t imagine what she experienced or how she survived.

“It wasn’t all bad, but it wasn’t ideal, either. Anyway, I met someone who sort of took me under her wing. Scarlett was a few years older and helped me out whenever she could. She hooked me up with Fox, my handler.”

“Scarlett was a bounty hunter, too? Living on the street?”

“No, she had a place and invited me to stay there once she realized I didn’t have anywhere to live. I thought she did jobs for Fox, but then I found out…”

“Found out what?” I ask, noticing the sadness wash over her face.

“She was in a little deeper than me,” Blake explained carefully. “She was an assassin.”

I’m not really sure how to respond to that, but my face must express my disdain because Blake instantly comes to her defense.

“She was a good person and she was very particular about which jobs she took.”

I arch a brow, not quite buying it. “Good people don’t generally go around killing other people,” I say.

“Scarlett only chose jobs that eliminated bad men. And she was so good to me—I won’t ever say a bad word about her.”

“She was your friend. Maybe a little morally-gray, but she was your friend. I get that and I’m not judging. Hell, kitten, my family has a ruthless reputation. Mafia, remember?”

Even though I don’t partake, I know the brutality that has happened to make the Rossi family at the top of the food chain. My father has done things, terrible things that I don’t want to know the details about. Same with Miceli, but that was a while ago. The rest of us have reaped the benefits of our crime roots, but a lot of things have changed over the years. The Five Families have allowed us to work together rather than against each other. Sure, there is always insider squabbling and bickering over territorial rights, but the table is a fairly civilized group who rule together. We much prefer that over a full-out war and spilling each other’s blood.

Blake lets out a little breath and nods her head.

“What happened to Scarlett?” I ask.

“One night, she went out on a job and she never came back. I was devastated and kept asking around, trying to figure out what had happened.”

“Did you ever find out anything?”

“After a lot of digging, I’d heard she was killed by her target’s mistress. Scarlett had told me it was an easy job, but I don’t think she’d counted on the woman being there or being armed. No one knows exactly what happened but, if I had to guess, I’d say she was caught by surprise.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s the world,” she says simply. Wisely. “It’s also one of the reasons I’ve stayed away from that darkness. Tracking people down is one thing; taking a life is quite another.”

“I agree. C’mere.” I pull her into my arms and hold her, offering her comfort. Losing someone you care about is never an easy thing and I know that I can’t make the pain go away. But, maybe I can be there for her and let her know I will always have her back.