Chapter 8 Luisa
EIGHT
Luisa
Why did I let him fuck me again? I keep thinking I’m better than others because Angelo should be easy to resist, but here I am, falling for him again.
How could I possibly have agreed to have sex with him not once, but twice?
I gave some of the arresting officers shit for talking about how he was worth a slap on the wrist if it meant getting laid.
They were joking, but now I’m the one cleaning myself in his shower after ...
Closing my eyes, I lean back against the marble wall. Kissing him was a mistake. It opened me up to all this. He said he wouldn’t hurt people because of me and that’s the bare minimum ... for most.
It’s the most a Rossi can offer, an annoying little voice in my head says. It doesn’t matter who he is, it’s the bare minimum. My thoughts ping-pong, my morals beating me down, over and over, until I can barely breathe.
I feel cornered. Powerless. I had more control when Angelo had me pinned in the ring. Because then, I could say no. I could push back, fight, make him move.
And he was just as lost, just as wild, as I felt. Now I’m down to two choices—and I hate them both.
Either I’m under Rossi’s thumb or I transfer to another precinct to run from him. Neither feels like winning. I close my eyes, turning the water hotter. Maybe I can burn the memory of his touch off me.
“You’re too strong to make faces like that,” Angelo murmurs.
I glance at him, still naked from our last round. He watches me, his gaze trailing every movement as I work soap over my skin. His eyes darken.
I notice his cock stirring—hardening.
I point at him. “Not again.”
“Prude,” he mutters, the corner of his mouth lifting.
I know he’s teasing—because he got what he wanted. He wanted me. And he got me. Less than two weeks. That’s all it took.
I’m sure he’s patting himself on the back, smug as hell.
Why the fuck did I say yes? Why did I encourage it?
I even ordered him to fuck me.
I shake my head, rinsing off again, trying to wash off the mistake.
“Are you planning to stay in here until I’m asleep?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I scoff. “Because we’re not sleeping together.”
I turn, meeting his gaze. “I have lines. And I’ll be gone tomorrow, anyway.”
“Trust me, you leaving is a good thing.” Angelo leans against the doorframe, unconcerned. “Once I’m rid of this ankle bracelet, I’ll take you out and—”
“This means nothing, Angelo!” I snap. “You’re not taking me out. I won’t let you. You’re not calling me. You’re not doing anything.”
I suck in a breath, my voice rising. “I’m transferring, so I don’t have to follow your orders or live under the threat of you outing me to my boss. This...”
I want to say it’s a mistake. But the word sticks in my throat. I exhale, closing my eyes again.
This is insane. The glass door shifts, a soft sound before I feel him. Angelo steps in. He looms over me, his expression darker than I’ve ever seen. My throat tightens. The last thing I need is a pissed-off mafia boss glaring at me while I’m naked in his shower.
He presses a palm to the stone beside my head, leaning in, his breath hot against my skin.
“This is what, Luisa?”
“It means nothing.”
His jaw flexes.
“Are you going to stand here and tell me this was a mistake?” His voice is low, edged in warning.
“Are you going to tell me you didn’t want me?”
I hesitate, exhaling softly.
“I didn’t say that,” I whisper.
“You’re not saying a damn thing, and it’s fucking with my head.”
His eyes search mine, intense, unrelenting—but he still doesn’t touch me.
“I told you I’m leaving.” My voice wavers, but I force the words out. “You got what you wanted and—”
“That’s not what I want, Topolina.” His voice curdles into a sneer.
“It is.” I shake my head. “It has to be, Angelo. We can’t—You know that we...”
I can’t even say it.
His breath flares. “I flirt with you, and I’m manipulating you. I try to make conversation, and I’m plotting. I fuck you, and you think it’s just about control.”
His jaw tightens.
“What the hell do I have to do just to...” He trails off, voice raw.
He gets a feral look on his face as his eyes focus on mine again. “Put your hands on the wall, Luisa.”
Obedience comes naturally when he’s this overwhelming. I could say no. I think about sassing him, but I just do as I’m told. I obey when he tells me to spread my legs, then watch as he sinks to his knees. He kisses along the inside of my thigh, moving closer and closer.
“Angelo.” My breath stutters. “I’m leaving and you will not change my mind by talking to me or by using your tongue.”
He chuckles against my skin. “That’s not a no.”
I huff, frustrated, but don’t say it. Because I don’t want to. So when he licks over my slit and I squirm, I bite my tongue. I can’t keep telling him I want him. I can’t speak at all when he can use his words against me.
“Do you want me to make you come with my tongue, little mouse?” He hums against me.
I nod.
His eyes darken further, like he’s already won.
“Say it.”
A battle wages inside me, but I lose.
“Y... yes,” I get out.
Angelo jerks my hips forward, dragging me closer before burying his face between my thighs.
He devours me.
His tongue flicks, his lips seal around my clit, sucking, teasing. Reminding me of how he worked me up to sex. Fuck, this is the best argument he’s used against me.
Angelo doesn’t tire.
He doesn’t stop.
His tongue keeps working me, relentless, precise—lapping, teasing, demanding.
His fingers spread me wider, leaving me open, exposed, every lick deeper, hotter, more consuming.
The pleasure builds, sharp and unbearable, until my legs start to shake.
I don’t want to come for him. I want to prove I can hold out. I don’t care if it’s pointless, I can’t let him own me like this. I have some pride. Angelo, however, has raw determination and he’s so damn good at this.
Even when I break, when I shatter for him, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, keeps feasting on me, making me moan and gasp until I slip and fall into his lap. We stare at one another, his lips shiny from my wetness.
“You’re not leaving in the morning. You’ll leave tomorrow night because you need a break for more than sleep, then you’re coming back, Luisa,” he says.
My head is so foggy. I want to agree, but instead, I push his chest. “If I could walk away right now, I would.”
“Stay.”
He breathes the word against my lips, then kisses me—slow, deep, deliberate.
“You want to. Let yourself want it. Let yourself want me.”
For a moment, I do.
I kiss him back, soft, lingering—dangerous.
Then I force myself to pull away.
I have to stop this. Even though my legs feel like jelly, I make myself stand, make myself move.
I step out of the shower, grabbing a towel. “I’m going to bed.”
“Luisa.” His voice is steady, but there’s something rough underneath it. “I didn’t seduce you to undermine you. I thought about it, but...”
He exhales. “Just leave tomorrow night and come back the next morning. That’s all I’m asking. Then I won’t tell anyone that we—”
“I’ll always have to worry about it.”
I cut him off, my voice tight, final. Then I turn and hurry out, shutting him down before he can say anything else. Ashamed of myself. Annoyed that I don’t want to sleep in my own damn room. Bothered that I ever let this happen at all.
In the morning, I linger in my room. I don’t want to see Angelo.
I’ve had time to think, but I still can’t see myself turning him down again.
The sex is good, that’s true, but the way he views me, the shit he says ... that’s the damning part.
Once my stomach growls, I make myself head downstairs, staying in an oversized t-shirt and my silky pajama pants.
I’m not dressing up for Angelo. I refuse. But I feel his gaze on me the second I walk into the kitchen.
I text Eric, saying I need a break from Angelo, so he’ll have to plan for someone else to cover me for a night.
I don’t want to be alone with him another night.
Angelo says nothing at first. But I notice the shift. The chef and a few others slip out as I step into the kitchen. Then, a second later…
A soft kiss lands at the nape of my neck.
“I wish you would have slept with me.”
I freeze. My breath catches, my fingers twitch.
“You don’t always get…” I start, ready to snap back.
But then I swallow it down.
Instead, my voice softens. “Why?”
His hand slides over my hip, a slow, possessive touch—a reminder.
Of how he feels behind me. Inside me. His breath grazes my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Because then…” His voice is rough, edged with something dangerous.
“I’d hope you’d come back once it’s safe.”
“Why isn’t it safe?” I whirl around, my pulse spiking.
“Angelo, it’s my job to keep you here. To keep you safe. If I can’t do that, I’m the one at fault.”
My breath rushes out, my chest rising, falling.
“Fuck leaving. I’m staying.”
My voice hardens. “And I’m going to make damn sure you live, so you have to deal with the consequences of—”
His mouth descends on mine in a punishing kiss. He pulls back. His lips find mine again. Slower this time, softer.
His tongue slides between my lips, coaxing, easing me open, as he cups the back of my neck gentle, steady.
Too soft, that I don’t know how to push him away. When he’s rough and demanding, it pisses me off enough that I can shove him away, but when he’s like this ... all I can do is feel my body swoon against him.
Angelo draws back, brushing a kiss over my forehead. “I’ll live and you can take me right into jail. I’ll get out in a few days at most, but maybe you’ll feel better about me then.”
“How many people will you leave alive in jail?” I demand.
His eyes study mine. “Give me a number.”
“All of them.”
“It might be doable ... if I’m in solitary,” he says with a naughty smile and a wink. “If I’m in gen ... I’ll have to kill whoever comes out of the woodwork to kill me.”
I roll my eyes. He catches my bottom lip, nipping it softly, teasingly.
His breath ghosts over my mouth as he murmurs, “But I promise not to kill on your behalf, Topolina.”
A smirk tugs at his lips. “You’ll fight your own demons… while I root for you from my jail cell.”
I wait for him to ruin it. To say something stupid, to contradict everything—but he doesn’t.
He just watches me. Then my phone buzzes. Angelo glances at it with me. The word on the screen sucks. I hate it, even though it’s what I need. What I want. I need time away from him.
I need to think.
“Approved. Good,” Angelo says, calm as ever.
Then, without missing a beat. “Want to spend today fucking?”
I gape at him, then shove him, hard.
He laughs. “There’s that mighty mouse side of you.”
I glare. “You’re never allowed to call me that again.”
“We can spar, read, I can show you the weapons I have so you don’t worry while you’re gone ...” he trails off and his eyes flick to me.
It’s a question. It’s a promise. A quiet acknowledgment that I’ll come back to him alive too, but it’s him asking if I care.
I say nothing. I can’t care about him. It’s my job to keep him alive and make sure he faces justice.
My heart can’t get involved.
“Show me the weapons and I’ll have to take them,” I whisper.
“So focused on the letter of the law rather than the spirit,” he says with a sigh.
“What if I want you to stay?”