Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Angelo
Jumping up from her chair, Remi giggles as she disappears inside the apartment.
Now this is a game I’m more than happy to play.
My throbbing cock agrees, but I still give Remi a few seconds head start before hustling inside and down the stairs. Anticipation has me so excited I may come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager; I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want this woman.
I tear through the living room and kitchen, the guest room, my sister’s room, the closets, the bathrooms, but no sign of Remi. “Where’s your human?” I ask a disinterested Nola.
Ignoring me, she returns to her grooming on the couch.
Desperation has me going for my phone to pull up the security feed, but my pocket’s empty.
Cursing, I grab the landline and dial my cell. The ringing is coming from my bedroom, and I smile triumphantly as I hustle inside and close and lock the door behind me.
“No fair. You cheated,” Remi pouts, handing over my phone.
“Damn right I cheated.” Turning off the ringer—because nothing is going to disrupt this moment—I crawl into bed. With the flat of my hand I press Remi on her back. Settling over her luscious body, I brush my lips against hers. “And now that I’ve caught my little pickpocket, I’m not letting her go.”
Remi
Denial sounds fan-fucking-tastic to me.
Angelo runs his tongue along my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a wet pop .
My nose crinkles. “Um, you smell like?—”
“Your pussy? Yes, I know. So fucking good, isn’t it?”
His tongue slips into my mouth, and oh my, talk about so fucking good. The man’s kissing skills should be studied for scientific purposes or something. But then they’d have to get women to be part of a clinical trial, and I really don’t like that idea…
“Remi?” He pulls back.
“Yes?” I breathe.
“I’m going to fuck all this mental chatter right out of that pretty little head of yours.”
I stick my tongue out at him, a surprised yelp coming from me when he snaps his teeth at it. “Why Angelo Calvani, are you telling me you’ve been hiding a playful side this entire time?”
He shakes his head, propping himself up on his elbow as he begins undoing the buttons on my dress. “Not when it comes to fucking you. That is a job I take very seriously.”
“It’s nice work, if you can get it,” I joke, a bit breathlessly.
Angelo moves the last button through the hole, and my dress parts like curtains.
He deftly moves his hand beneath me, unfastening my bra and pulling down the straps, slowly, one at a time, before giving it a toss.
“Nice work indeed.” His eyes fall heavy as they roam over my naked body, my nipples painfully hard.
“You are too sweet to have a body this sinful.”
A whole body shiver ratchets through me as his hand wraps around my throat. With his thumb, he rubs lazy circles over my jackhammering pulse.
“How many men have undertaken this nice work?”
“What?” I whisper.
“How many men, Remi, have viewed what I’m viewing?
” His gaze falls to my breasts, to where it feels like they’re being singed by those intense eyes of his.
“Have touched what I’m touching?” Using his free hand, he tweaks my right nipple gently, and I shudder from head to toe.
“Have tasted what I’ve tasted?” He flicks his tongue under my ear, and I moan desperately.
“Have fucked what I am about to fuck?” He places his palm over my pussy, giving it a possessive squeeze.
Nearly panting, I try to form a coherent sentence. “This has taken a weird turn?—”
“Tell me.”
“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re concerned with.” After having caught Ellis cheating, I had myself tested.
“As am I. Never do I go bare. But that’s not what I’m concerned with.”
My forehead bunches. “Then what are you concerned with?”
Angelo remains silent, but his murderous eyes say it all.
“We’re talking more floating ‘houseguests?’”
Silence.
“I don’t know how to handle your intensity sometimes,” I admit.
“Wouldn’t hurt a woman such as yourself to be at a disadvantage every now and then.” He uses my words from our first encounter against me.
“You think so?” I tease.
The corner of Angelo’s lip tugs upward as he works his tie free. “Only one way to find out.” The Italian silk is tossed carelessly to the floor as he shrugs out of his jacket.
I place both my hands behind my head, getting good and comfy as he undresses.
“Enjoying the view?” His fingers work the buttons of his dress shirt, and off it joins the discard pile.
“Actually, I was enjoying the tattoo .”
“Uh-huh.” He crawls off the bed, working his belt and pants, and my eyes land on the massive bulge in his boxers. Those come down, and I involuntarily gasp.
“You’re going to flatten my cervix like a pancake with that thing, and I love pancakes, but it’ll ruin pancakes for me, not to mention ruining my poor vagina?—”
“Remi, do I need to bound and gag you?” Angelo says impatiently, his cock standing tall.
My brain says no , but my fluttering pussy says yes . “Maybe?”
He smirks as he climbs into bed and settles over me.
His lips find the sensitive spot beneath my ear as his cock nudges my entrance.
“That won’t be necessary. You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you, Remi?
” His teeth run the column of my neck as he inches the tip of his cock inside me.
It’s hard to think when he’s doing that; hell, it’s hard to think most of the time around this intense man. But I mange to say, “You’re not wearing a condom. You said you never go bare.”
Angelo’s forehead falls to mine as he stills his movement, his body vibrating with need. “Nothing’s getting between my cock and your pussy. Now, you didn’t answer my question.” He inches the head of his cock back inside me. “Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes.” I moan, my nails raking over his back.
“That’s right.” He hums his approval, thrusting his hips another inch forward.
I mewl as my nails dig into his broad shoulders.
But he surprises me by pulling out, only to nudge back in. “Fuck, what a sight.” His head lifts, his eyes fixated on where we’re connected. “Watching your greedy little pussy swallow my cock.”
I look down to see what he’s seeing; I’m stretched open completely, and he’s only half way in.
“You ready to take all of me?”
I take a deep breath as I dig my fingers into his shoulders, mentally bracing myself. “Yes, Angelo.”
“That’s right.” He thrusts slow and long.
“Oh, shit.” It’s an overwhelming sense of fullness when his pelvis becomes flush with mine.
Angelo says something in Italian, his head falling to the crook of my neck. “Naughty little pickpocket tastes like heaven. Of course she feels like heaven. Good? Need a moment?”
Shaking my head, I buck my hips. “Fuck me.”
“Remi, Remi.” He tsks , squeezing my hip with one hand while balancing himself over me with his other. “I decide when?—”
Using my internal muscles, I squeeze his cock and don’t let go.
“Fuck.” His eyes roll back in his head.
“What were you saying?” I ask sweetly.
Angelo pulls out, only to slam back in with so much power, the move knocks my head into the headboard. “Oww.”
He grabs me by the hips, yanking me down the bed. “What I was saying is, I’d suggest you hold on.” And with that, he begins ruthlessly fucking me with long, hard thrusts of his hips.
“Holy fuck,” I half cry, half moan, my hands finding support on his tense shoulders as he absolutely rails me. “You realize I’ll need the ability to walk tonight.”
“You’re right.” On a heavy sigh, he eases things up by rolling his hips in gentle circles.
“Oh, I like that.” My pussy spasms around his thick cock.
“Me telling you that you’re right, or the way I’m fucking you?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.
“Both.” My head lulls to the side as my body tingles with pleasure.
Angelo’s hand firmly grabs my chin, jerking me to face him. “Eyes on me.”
I click my tongue. “That heavy hand.”
“And you love it around your throat.” He snakes that hand to where it’s now around my neck, squeezing harder than he usually does. I should be panicked, but the truth is I do love it. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?” He grabs a pillow.
My eyes wide, I blurt out, “While I like your hand around my neck, suffocation doesn’t do it for me!”
“Nor does necrophilia ‘do it’ for me,” he retorts dryly. His large hand grips my waist and lifts me, shoving the pillow beneath my pelvis with his other hand. “What will do it for me is your sweet little pussy strangling my cock when you come.”
Any sort of witty comeback escapes me, along with my breath, as he thrusts forward and hits a toe-curling spot.
“No man has ever taken care of you.” It’s not a question, but a statement of fact.
One I can’t deny, yet the words still cut like a knife.
“I’m here to rectify that crime,” he continues.
Rectify, or commit more crimes? Because the only crime would be if I were to fall for this man’s pretty words…
Just sex. This is just sex.
Angelo snakes his palm to my clit, giving it a firm smack.
“Oww.”
“You’re in that pretty little head of yours again.”
“Where else would I be? It’s an interesting place, my head,” I say defensively.
“No doubt,” he says, his voice laced with humor. “But I want you right here with me.” He punctuates that command with the roll of his hips.
“Oh.” A surprised moan escapes my lips when Angelo’s cock hits a deeper spot.
“There it is,” he murmurs, hitting it again and again.
The muscles in his forearm bulge in protest at holding himself up, and I decided this man is far too sexy for his own good. Craning my neck, I run my tongue along the most prominent of his forearm veins.
Angelo growls, causing my pussy to flutter wildly as he falls to his elbows. My hands are jerked over to my head, held firmly by his as he rocks his body back and forth.
“Oh my God,” I moan with eyes closed, the feel of his pelvis rubbing my clit on each movement; so unbelievably good.
He stills.
Snapping my eyes open, I correct myself with a huff. “Angelo.”
“Better.” He begins rolling his hips again, leaning over, brushing the shell of my ear with his lips. “How many orgasms can I steal from my little pickpocket, hum?”
My pussy clamps around his cock, and his entire body shudders. “Maybe I’ll steal one from you.”
His teeth graze my ear lobe, and my body shudders. “Rob me blind; I’d die a happy man.”
Angelo sets a punishing pace with his hips, and our verbal sparring becomes too much for the both of us.
Panting. Moaning. Writhing. Throbbing. My body feels like a coiled spring, ready to release.
I rake my nails down Angelo’s back.
Little ole me, marking the big, bad mafia boss.
Of all the thoughts, that’s the one that sends me over the edge. My body buckles as I cry out his name, coming so hard little sparks of light dance over my vision.
“Fuck, Remi!” Angelo moves his hips wildly, hot cum spurting inside me.
He collapses, both of us sweaty and spent.
“I was supposed to be able to walk tonight.” I giggle against his neck. His body weight’s heavy, but I don’t mind, not with my bones having liquified.
“No promises were made.” He smiles smugly as he raises up and slowly pulls out his cock. Cum leaks onto my inner thigh, and he groans low and slow. Rolling to his side, he props himself up with his elbow, rubbing circles into his handiwork on my thigh.
“You didn’t ask if I was on the pill,” I point out.
“Because I knew you were on the pill.”
“Is that your professional psychic opinion?” It’s my turn to mock him.
“Still waiting on that palm reading you owe me.” He takes our combined desire, and I gasp when he pushes it back inside me with his middle and index fingers.
“If you’ll kindly remove your fingers from my pussy, I’ll give you one,” I say, breathless.
“Kindly stop strangling my fingers with this greedy little pussy of yours, and I’ll remove them,” he counters.