His to Possess (Mafia Kingpins #4)

23. Blake

23

BLAKE

I t’s been one week since all the craziness that went down with Carmine Gallo. He managed to escape the burning mansion and the bounty hunters, although I’m still not sure how. I’m sure he’s deep in hiding somewhere licking his wounds…and his ego.

After talking it over with Angelo, I removed Gallo’s name from the Kill List. Less than twenty-four hours later, the favor was returned. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with him, but I’m hoping he’s learned his lesson and realizes if he messes with the Rossi family, they will come after him. Maybe we’ll all get lucky and he will leave town. Or, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

Angelo has kept a close eye on me and there are guards stationed all around his place, handpicked by Miceli. We haven’t left his apartment at all this past week and the thing that’s driving me up the wall is not so much being inside, but the fact that he refuses to touch me.

And tonight, I plan to change that. It’s time to put Operation: Seduce Angelo into action.

As much as I’ve enjoyed talking, spending time together and getting to know him really well, I’m dying for him to touch me. He’s been so careful and so considerate about my wound, making sure to change my bandages and keeping it clean. Since the graze is on my back shoulder, I can’t reach it, so he’s acted as my nurse. I’ve never had anyone take care of me the way he does, and he’s broken down every single wall I’ve erected over the past twenty-seven years. Made them crumble and turn to dust.

Angelo Rossi is my hero in so many different ways and I’m incredibly grateful to him for rescuing me in all the ways I needed.

But now it’s time to make him see that I need him physically because, the truth is, I’m aching for him. I’ve been trying to get him naked since the moment that I started feeling better. Who knew my reformed playboy would put up such a noble fight. Well, I’m about to smash through his good intentions. And, if that means playing dirty, well then so be it.

“Angelo?” I walk into the living room, seduction on my mind, and he looks up from his phone. “Can you help me?”

“Yeah, of course.” He tosses his phone and pops up off the couch. “What do you need?”

I turn around and head down to the master bathroom. “Just some help down here.” I send him a sultry look over my shoulder. “With my bath. If you don’t mind?”

He abruptly stops then starts walking again. “Sure,” he says slowly, and I swear I see him gulp.

Once my bare feet hit the cool bathroom tiles, I slowly shimmy out of my leggings and panties. I’m wearing one of Angelo’s white, button-down shirts and those hungry, dark eyes of his follow my fingers down as I unbutton each one. Then I let the shirt slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

Standing completely naked in front of him isn’t quite as intimidating as it used to be because I can see the appreciation and fire flare to life on his face. I also can’t miss the growing bulge tenting the front of his shorts. He wants me; I just need to convince him to take me.

Turning around, I walk over to the big porcelain tub, bend over, making sure my pert ass sticks straight up in the air, and flip the water on. As I adjust the temperature, I hear Angelo groan behind me.

Looking over my shoulder, I smirk. “See something you like?” I tease and add some bubble bath.

He moves closer, resembling a wild animal stalking its prey. “You do realize that you’re absolutely killing me right now, right?”

“That’s sort of my intention,” I admit.

He frowns. “It’s too soon. You’re injured and you can’t get your shoulder wet.”

But I shake my head. “I’m so much better. And I won’t get my shoulder wet if I’m on top, riding you.”

“Oh, Christ,” he hisses. He seems to consider my wicked proposition. I see the exact moment he caves and I try not to smirk. “If one drop of water splashes onto that bandage, we stop.”

“It won’t,” I answer confidently and toss him a naughty grin. “I’ll go extra slow.”

As I step into the filling tub, Angelo rips his clothes off so fast that I chuckle. I guess he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him. He steps in beside me and then lowers down, resting his arms along the edges. I position a foot on either side of his thighs and slowly lower myself down to straddle him. There’s no missing his huge, bobbing cock and I reach down and wrap my fingers around him.

He curses and reaches down to pull my hands up out of the water. “If you start that, I won’t last.”

“Miss me?”

“Horribly. One of my favorite things is being deep inside you.”

I cup his lightly stubbled face, lean in, and our mouths connect and open. Lips and tongues meeting and stroking. God, he tastes good. The kiss deepens even more and I press my breasts against his wet chest, my nipples pebbling into tight little buds. My lower body begins to rock, my core rubbing against his hard cock, needing him inside me where he belongs.

He grips my hips, lifting me, lining our bodies up. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for you this whole past week. Fill me up, Angelo. I need you.” I start to sink down, loving the way his cock makes my body expand to its absolute limits to take him. He’s gritting his teeth, forcing himself to be slow and careful, but I’m ready to get this party started.

I angle my hips, pulling him deeper, and slide my hands up and around his neck.

“How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “So good.”

He begins to guide me up and down his hard length, his long fingers digging into my hips. I can tell he’s trying to hold himself back and allowing me to take control. I find a rhythm and start moving, grinding against him, needing every last inch of his big, glorious cock inside of me. One of his hands releases my hip and moves between us to play with my clit.

The water surges over the side of the tub as I begin to move faster. The friction is building, but it’s also wet and delicious and slippery, water splashing. I know I promised I wouldn’t get my dressing wet but, at this moment, all I can do is ride Angelo hard.

“Get there. Come for me, kitten. Come all over my cock.” He’s rubbing circles around my clit, thrusting up with more force and driving me straight to the edge.

I can’t hold out any longer and my orgasm crashes into me. Waves of pleasure flutter through my body, my pussy pulsing and squeezing around him. A moment later, his hips pop up and he groans through his release. I feel his body shudder and I lean down and press a kiss over his heart.

My hair has fallen out of its loose bun and Angelo’s fingers slide through the damp strands, pulling my face to his and kissing me passionately. When we finally are forced to come up for air, I feel high on love. I can feel his cock still twitching inside me and my body is still tingling from my intense orgasm. Here in the water, in his arms, this moment feels like a little slice of heaven.

“How’s your wound?” he asks, tracing a finger along the edge of the bandage. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”

Worry fills his voice and it’s sweet. “I’ve never been better,” I assure him and he smirks, slowly sliding out of my body. I immediately miss him and want him back inside me, right where he belongs.

“Good because we need to talk.”

“About?”

“About you moving in here with me permanently,” he says in a no-nonsense voice. “And there’s also the little fact of me wanting more.”

“More of what?” I ask, not following.

“More of you. I want you every day and every night at my side. And I want everyone else to know that you’re mine. Mine to have, hold, possess, fuck, kiss and love until the end of time.”

I arch a brow not expecting such blatant honesty or fierce possessiveness. But, I like it. I like it a lot.

“Does that work for you?” he asks, stroking his finger along my jaw.

“I think so,” I tease.

“You think so?” he echoes.

“As long as you understand that I want everyone to know that you belong to me, too.”

“I think that can be arranged.” He guides my mouth to his and kisses me leisurely and thoroughly. After we pull apart, he cups my face, locks eyes with me and says, “I want you to be my wife.”

My eyes widen and then I sort of melt into him. “You do?”

“Blake Serrano, will you marry me?”

“Are you sure?” I whisper, searching his gaze. “I want that more than anything, but I’m not perfect.”

“I don’t want perfect.”

“I come with baggage,” I tell him.

“So do I.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat and feel the hot sting of tears. “No one has ever loved me like you, Angelo. I would love to be your wife more than anything in this world.”

“Phew.” He wipes a hand across his brow and chuckles, his dimples popping. “You made me nervous there for a second.”

“I’m sorry! I just want to make sure you know what you’re in for.”

“I know exactly what we’re in for,” he corrects me. “A lifetime of love.”

“I’d like that,” I whisper, wondering what I did to deserve this amazing man.

“Me, too, la mia farfalla. ” He kisses me hard. “Me, too.”

Getting married is something I never spent too much time thinking about growing up because I had far too many other things to worry about. And once I was old enough to actually pursue a relationship, I buried myself in work and never dated. But, deep down, I suppose every little girl dreams of finding her happily ever after.

Three months after meeting Angelo, I get mine. And it’s absolutely magical.

Surrounded by his family and friends—who are now mine, too—we get married beneath an arch of flowers and twinkling fairy lights on the roof deck of a fancy hotel in downtown New York City. My hair is swept up and dotted with crystal butterfly clips, courtesy of Alessia. Hannah, Vin’s wife, did my makeup and Gabriella helped with the decorations, music and catering. Carlotta took me out shopping last week and we chose the most gorgeous outfit after a day of retail therapy. I’m wearing a cream, tea-length dress covered in thousands of little butterflies that were sewn onto the fabric.

What can I say? It’s perfect.

It’s nice to have a girl gang of my own and it feels even better to fit right in with such a beautiful and kind circle of women. Every day, I’m growing closer to these ladies and I love how supportive, generous and amazing they are. It’s easy to see why Angelo’s brothers married them. The fact that they’re all going to be my sisters-in-law now makes me teary. I’ve never had sisters before, so I’m thrilled.

The ceremony goes by in an absolute blur of emotion. I’m attributing the blur to all the tears that spill from my eyes from the moment I walk down the aisle and first see Angelo standing up there, waiting for me, looking utterly breathtaking and so debonair to the moment we exchange our vows and wedding bands. My diamond eternity band matches my engagement ring perfectly and I still can’t get used to lugging such a huge rock around on my finger. But, Angelo insisted on the biggest, clearest, most expensive diamond he could find.

After we’re declared husband and wife, his lips capture mine and cheers and whistles fill the air. A happiness like I’ve never known before flows through my body and I send up a silent prayer of thanks. Absolute gratitude makes my heart expand and I’ve never looked forward to something as much as I do to a life with Angelo.

There’s also a little something I have to tell him. I just hope he’s ready…