CHAPTER 4
ANGELO
This woman, my woman, has no idea how special or strong she is. Her strength has been in her survival, made of steel, violence, and trauma. Her past doesn’t make her less; it makes her more, so much fucking more.
I’ll show her.
When her pouty lips press against mine, I freeze for a moment. It’s everything I’ve wanted since the moment I saw her in my brother’s office. The pure fucking rage because of the way he was touching her tries to bubble up in my gut, but I push it down. Now is not the time to give into the feeling.
Romeo will get his. It’s just a matter of time. By the time he pays the price for his actions, he won’t see it coming.
Just the way I want it.
I’m momentarily stunned by Dove kissing me, but then I take over. I press her deeper into the mattress, giving her more of my weight as I pry her lips open with mine. When my tongue dives into her mouth, I dominate her.
The way she moans against my lips has my already hard dick straining to get out of the boxer briefs I have on. And they are the only thing I have on. Leaving them on seems ridiculous now because I was always going to take the first opportunity to bury myself deep inside of my woman.
I don’t give a fuck about what her job was. It’s behind her. Now that I’m in her life, now that she’s mine, I’ll take care of her.
“Fuck, Dove,” I murmur against her lips.
I try, really fucking try, to savor this moment. It’s our first kiss and she’s the only woman I’ll be kissing for the rest of my life. Just like I’ll be the only man she kisses from now on.
My intentions are shattered as the need between us morphs into desperation.
When I grip the strap of the lingerie my woman has on, it only takes a flick of my wrist to snap it. She lets out a low groan. Whether she’s about to protest or not doesn’t matter because I’m right back there, kissing her harder until we’re a mess of lips, teeth, and tongues.
It’s dirty.
It’s messy.
It’s fucking glorious.
When I break the other strap, Dove moans and I get a giddy feeling in my gut. She’s perfect.
My fingers glide down her arm until I feel what I’m looking for. It’s about an inch and a half long and unmistakable. She freezes as she looks up at me, her blue eyes round and wide.
“It’s my birth control implant,” she admits, as if I don’t already know. “Everyone is required to have one at Second Circle.”
I nod slowly, “It’s for everyone’s protection.”
Dove stiffens underneath me, her eyes turning wary as she looks at me. “I was just tested last week. Today is my first day back since the appointment because I was cleared,” she whispers the words as if they’re shameful.
They’re not.
We’re very strict when it comes to medical check-ups and testing. We have to be. The last thing we need is some sexually transmitted problem sweeping through the place. Talk about a fucking disaster.
That’s why when it’s time for anyone to be tested, they take a few days off while results are coming in. It saves everyone a headache if something does come up.
Instead of reassuring my woman with words, I use my body. I take her mouth in another hard kiss, rolling us until she’s straddling my lap and then moving us until my back is against the headboard. Her mouth is pure fucking temptation.
She’s the only woman I’m going to kiss for the rest of my life and I’m more than okay with it.
It’s not easy, but I manage to tear my mouth away from hers.
While her hips are grinding down on my hard cock, I sit back and watch the fabric of her lingerie slip down the curves of her body with each movement.
It’s sexy as fuck, a striptease she has no idea she’s torturing me with. When I can’t take it any longer, I grip the cups of the delicate fabric and tear it off her body. Dove’s mouth opens and closes a few times, but she doesn’t say anything.
Fuck, I want to look at her. I want to take her in. I force myself to keep my eyes locked with hers.
When her fingers run through my hair, I shudder at the contact. “You’ve been a good boy. You’ve shown me respect and that you see me as more than a body to be used.” Her lips curl into a smile, which is the kind of seduction that feels like silk against your skin. “You can look.”
Allowing myself to take her in completely, because she’s given me permission instead of it being something I take from her like so many others have, is a gift. One I eagerly pilfer.
“Stunning,” I grunt as one of my hands comes up to cup her tit.
When my thumb brushes across her nipple, which tightens and hardens at the contact, she arches her back and allows her head to fall back onto her shoulders as her eyes slide closed. The way she responds to my touch has my cock twitching in my boxers.
“I can feel how hot your pussy is, even with fabric between us.” I growl the words, my praise washing over her, “That’s it.
Use me, la mia pace. I can’t wait until I’m buried inside of you.
I know it’s going to be like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
” When she looks into my eyes, there’s something hopeful there I want to live up to. “Are you wet for me?”
“Maybe you should find out yourself.”
“I’m not the kind of man you challenge,” I remind her.
Instead of saying a damn thing she grinds down harder on my cock. I love watching her chase her pleasure and using me to do it. I reach into the bedside drawer, easily gripping what I’m after. She lost in the sensations rolling through her body and doesn’t notice.
Her head snaps back down, her eyes curious when I grab her arm. My grip isn’t punishing, but it is firm.
“I’m sorry, Dove.”
Her eyebrows pull together, but I’m already moving. I slice right alongside the implant in her arm, slipping it out with an ease that almost surprises me. But if it’s a little luck working on my side, I’ll take it.
“What the fuck, Angelo?”
Dove rears back from me as she finds her voice pretty fucking quickly. But I don’t let her get far. I hook an arm around her waist, the small blade I used falling to the floor as I drop it. My other hand grips right where her neck and shoulder meet.
The glare she gives me would be intimidating if she didn’t look so fucking adorable. Self-preservation has me keeping that to myself. For now.
“You know,” my voice is husky with a note of disbelief, “when I heard about how Kirill Volkov cut the implant out of the woman he shares with his brother and the other two men in his inner circle, I thought he had lost his fucking mind.” I smirk as I look at Dove and haul her until she’s right back where she should be—her hot pussy on top of my dick and her tits pillowing against my chest. “I get it now.”
She eyes me. “Are you planning on passing me around too?”
The growl that comes out of me is feral as fuck. Dove’s eyes go wide when I roll us, and she’s trapped underneath me. Again.
“You’re mine,” I grit out the words, our mouths close but not quite touching. “From this moment on, I’ll be the only man who knows your pleasure. I’ll be the only man riding that edge with you until you can’t help but fall apart. In my arms. Because of my touch. Because I demand it.”
Her chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, her breaths coming out in little puffs of air that hit against my lips like kisses. Her pupils are blown wide, and her blue eyes are glassy with need. When my cock jerks, the fabric between us is a reminder of how easily I could be inside her right now.
“I will never share you, not a single part of you,” I assure her. “Your moans are mine. Your pleasure is all fucking mine. Fuck,” I growl, “even your pretty smiles are mine.”
One corner of her mouth twitches as if she’s about to smile but holds it back. “I’m not a toy, Angelo.”
I shake my head slowly as I move until I’m sitting on my heels and I can take in the way she’s on display for me, her legs spread wide to make room for me while her blonde tresses surround her head like a cloud. Stunning.
Unable to stand it a moment longer, I push my boxer briefs down over my hips until my cock springs free.
Dove’s eyes widen slightly as she takes me in, and I give into the need for a little relief.
I grip the base of my cock and stroke my length slowly.
She’s too fucking tempting and I won’t be denying myself much longer.
She watches me closely as I grip the sides of her thong and rip it from her body. She sucks in a sharp breath as the fabric flutters to the ground and lands right next to the blade I used to cut out her implant.
I owe Kirill an apology. It’s all too clear to me why he did what he did. While I never thought I’d be the kind of man to do the same, I couldn’t help myself. It was an impulse, and I really had no other choice but to give into it.
Dove can hate me all she wants, but the thought of painting her womb with my cum, her unprotected womb, has my cock dripping pre-cum on her soft skin. My fingers start rubbing it into her flesh and Dove licks her lips like she wants a taste.
I’ll never be one to deny my woman. Fucking never. I bring my fingers up to her lips and she eagerly sucks them into her mouth. The moan she lets out around my digits is a test of my control.
We both let out sounds of frustration when I pull my fingers from her eager mouth. “I’ll feed you my cock and my cum, la mia pace. Soon. I promise. Right now, my cock won’t accept being anywhere but deep inside your hot little cunt.”
Her cheeks pink slightly, and it makes me feel more powerful than any privilege I’ve been given because of my name or the promises of violence that comes with it. I watch her face carefully as I grip her wrists and push them above her head, capturing them with one hand and holding her in place.
She doesn’t look wary this time. No, the look on her face is all bated breath and promised pleasure.
“Angelo,” she moans when I lean forward and lick up the trail of blood from the cut that I made to ensure there’s nothing between us when I slide inside of her wet heat.