CHAPTER 13
DOVE
As I lean over the bathroom vanity and put on my lipstick, I know I look as good as I feel. I’m fucking glowing. When was the last time I glowed?
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at myself and felt as good as I do right now.
And it’s all because of Angelo.
The man pulled me out of my shitty life after only one look. He could have looked right past me or simply seen what so many have before him. But he didn’t.
He didn’t see a woman who was barely getting by; he saw someone surviving and fighting to do it. He didn’t immediately think that my value only came with me being on my back. Angelo sees me, really sees me.
And I’m starting to believe everything he whispers in my ear in the dead of night. I know he hopes his promises worm deeper into my subconscious and take root. Well, they have.
As I step back and slide my hands down my dress to smooth it over my curves. It fits me perfectly and I love the way it looks on me. It has a vintage vibe which I love, and the hint of sparkle makes me feel special.
I run my fingers through the curls I put in my hair just as Angelo steps into the doorway and leans against the frame. His hazel eyes darken as he looks me over and I can see the appreciation on his face. He doesn’t even try to hide it.
When he licks his bottom lip and reaches down to adjust his cock behind the zipper of his dress pants, I squeeze my thighs together to try and get some relief. It doesn’t help at all.
It never does.
When he closes the distance between us, our eyes remain locked in the mirror. He presses his front against my back and shuffles me forward until my hips are pushed against the bathroom counter. The hard ridge of his cock digs into my ass, and I can’t help but rock back against him.
His grip on my hip is punishing, but the bite of pain is a feeling I relish. It grounds me. I love it when he holds me in place and takes what he wants and needs.
I just fucking love him.
Though I haven’t said it.
To be fair, he hasn’t either, but I know he feels it. I can tell every time he looks at me with softness. His affection is right there on the surface, and it makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
Angelo buries his face in my neck and takes a deep breath, and I shiver in his hold. “You look fucking delicious, la mia pace. I almost don’t want to take you to the party at all.” He growls, “Everyone there will be looking at you and I’ll want to slit their throats for it.”
The way he threatens the lives of innocent people just trying to go to a party should not be hot. But it is. I can feel how wet I am for him and I arch my back, rubbing my ass over his cock in the hope of enticing him.
When he grunts and his fingers tighten on my hip, a giddy feeling takes flight in my belly. Like little bubbles.
His grip isn’t tender as he pushes me forward until my face is almost touching the mirror and I have to brace myself on the counter. The feel of his fingertips running up the back of my legs until he reaches the hem of my dress makes me moan his name.
Angelo growls from deep in his chest. The sound is on the edge of feral and I can’t help but squirm from where he’s pinned me in place.
He flips my skirt up over my ass before he rips the scrap of lace I was wearing away. It was already barely covering me, but from the way he tears it off my body it’s like it personally offended him.
With a tsking sound he warns me, “Shouldn’t have even put it on. You know I need access to your sweet cunt all the time.”
My back arches and a whimper falls from my lips. The way he talks to me, the way he touches me, the way he claims me over and over again, is overwhelming in the best of ways.
He holds me down with one hand while he fumbles with his pants with the other. Without warning, he fills me with his cock, and I let out a sound that is a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as my pussy stretches around his girth.
I love the way it feels, the burn of it reminds me I’m alive along with the way my heart pounds in my chest. All I can hear for a moment is a ringing in my ears along with the rush of my blood through my veins.
It’s as if time stands still for a moment while Angelo freezes with his length buried as deep inside of me as possible.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grits out through his teeth.
It’s impossible not to watch him in the mirror. His chin is tucked against his chest as he looks down and takes in the site of his thick dick opening up my pussy and taking all of him. The way he caresses my ass is both a tease and a warning.
My body tenses, expecting him to spank me, but he doesn’t. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he raises his head and meets my eyes in the mirror. His pupils are blown so wide I can’t even tell his eyes are hazel.
With a wink, he pulls out slowly before slamming deep inside of me again. I throw my head back and my blond curls fly around even though I should care about messing it up after I put so much time into getting it right.
But when he is inside of me? It’s the only thing that matters.
When his fingers tangle in my hair, he tugs and forces me to arch my neck and back. I moan at the feeling of him dominating me. It’s a feeling I crave. It’s a feeling I need.
“Yes, Angelo,” I moan before pleading, “more.”
“You’ll take what I give.”
I watch as the tendons in Angelo’s neck strain with how hard he’s gritting his teeth together. The walls of my pussy squeeze around his length and he lets out a grunt of approval. When I do it again, something dangerous flashes in his eyes.
Is it wrong that I want to push him to the edge of his control?
Fuck, the way this man plays my body is intoxicating. Every time he fucks me feels like I’m floating through the ether and will never be found again. But he’s always right there to make sure I make it back to reality.
And then he’ll send me floating again and again.
He holds me in place and fucks me harder and faster. I swear I can feel the crown of his cock hitting the end of my channel every time he goes deep. And I love it.
The knot in my belly gets tighter and tighter with every thrust. When I’m teetering right on the edge, Angelo’s eyes shift and sharpen like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He probably does.
“You take my cock so well, la mia pace,” his voice is husky.
My nipples are hard points rubbing against the inside of my dress. The friction of it has my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m going to come. Hard.
“After I fill you with my cum,” he growls, “I’m not going to let you clean up. I want my cum sliding out of your well-used cunt and coating your thighs. There will be no doubt who you belong to. Do you know why?”
I look in his eyes and whimper at the possessive way he’s looking at me. He owns me. All of me.
“Why?” My voice breaks as I push the question past my lips. I’m almost too far gone to say a damn word.
Bliss is right there. But just out of reach. I want to feel the high only this man can give me. I’m desperate for it.
“Because you’ll smell like my cum and everyone will know I filled up your sweet cunt before the party.”
His words are all I need. When he fills me to the hilt, his thrust brutal and perfect, I explode. My entire body locks up, but I give myself over to it. Angelo’s got me.
He won’t let me fall.
“Angelo,” I whisper his name. A prayer. A wish. A dream come true.
My eyes slide closed just as he fucks into me one more time and pushes as deep as he can. Every jet of his cum against the entrance of my womb has me shuddering and making sounds wrapped up in pure pleasure.
I lean forward just enough for my forehead to rest against the cool mirror. It feels great against my heated skin.
Angelo’s large hands pet me, his touch soothing me and helping me come back to reality. It’s just what I need.
How does he always know what I need?
I shake my head because it doesn’t matter how he knows. The only thing that matters is that he takes care of me without expecting anything in return that I’m not willing or able to give.
When he pulls out of me, I try to move out of his hold to get myself cleaned up. But he doesn’t let me go.
My eyes meet his in the mirror and I get lost in his hazel gaze for a moment. The connection is broken only when he looks down to take in how his cum starts to drip from my well-fucked pussy.
“Love the way my cum looks leaking out of your cunt,” he grunts before using a finger to push it back inside of me. There’s a smirk on his face as he meets my gaze again. “I was serious, Dove. You’re not going to clean up before we go to the party.”
“Angelo,” I admonish him gently while knowing full well that this isn’t an argument I’m going to win.
I don’t really want to.
What’s a little stickiness to give this man what he wants?
After tucking his cock back into his pants, he smooths my dress back down over my ass and helps me stand. His eyes skim over my face and my body. He looks very satisfied with himself. It’s kind of adorable.
Angelo grips my jaw and slams his mouth down on mine. I gasp in surprise before kissing him back. There is something magical that happens when he kisses me. It would be so easy to be lost in them, lost in the lust and love of it all.
Just when I’m about to wrap my legs around his waist and climb him, he pulls back and assesses me again. I swear the look of satisfaction on his face deepens.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he rumbles lowly.
My fingers go to my lips, and I know without even looking that he’s smudged my lipstick and I probably look like a complete and utter mess. After reaching for a tissue, his touch is gentle as he fixes it.
I’m stunned into silence as he grabs the right lipstick and reapplies it to my lips like a pro. Who the hell is this guy?
“What?” His voice is all innocent, but I don’t buy it. Not even a little bit.
“You keep surprising me, Angelo,” I whisper.
“I like taking care of you,” he tells me with a shrug.
When I run my fingers through my hair I grimace and mutter, “I probably need to put my hair up now.”
“Worth it,” he fires back at me. He looks at my hair before picking up a box from the counter which I hadn’t even noticed. “You can put your hair up, but you have to use these.”
When he opens the box, I take in the two thick hair sticks. I feel like I’m missing something and look up at him with confusion. He takes one out of the box and pulls it apart to reveal a stiletto.
The pair of them are beautiful. And deadly.
While the thought of carrying knives, especially at some fancy party, should make me nervous, it doesn’t. It actually makes me feel more prepared to step into the party with my head held high.
Angelo watches me closely as I turn and twist my hair up into a messy up-do and secure it with Angelo’s latest gift. I would try and tell him to stop buying me things, but it would be a waste of time.
When I’m done, I meet his gaze in the mirror, and he kisses my now exposed neck. “Perfect, la mia pace. Let’s get going so I can show you off to everyone and watch as they turn green with jealousy.”
My laughter fills the bathroom as he leads me out of the room. I slip my heels on, and we head out into the night. I’m not sure I’m ready for this party considering Mayor Mason and his wife are throwing it, but I’m going to enjoy it as much as I can.
What these people think of me doesn’t matter anyway. The only thing that matters is the warmth of Angelo at my side and the love in his eyes whenever he looks at me.
Maybe soon I’ll have the courage to tell him I feel the exact same way about him.