Chapter 15 #3
“Sandro,” I moaned. “Please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. But apparently, he did.
His eyes darkened. Slipping his fingers out of me, he grabbed my hips, turning me to fall on the bed.
He pushed his boxers off, and I watched in fascination as he opened the condom wrapper with his teeth and then slid it on over his thick erection.
“Like what you see, Angel?”
I glanced up, my face heating.
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
I nodded, fighting a smile.
Then he lowered himself on top of me. His mouth found mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. His body was heavy, but I’d never felt so safe. His left knee slid between my legs and pressed against my inner thigh, spreading my legs for him.
As his hand reached between us and grabbed his cock, he pulled back and held my eyes. “Last chance. You’re sure?” His voice was thick with need.
“Yes,” I whispered. I wanted nothing more than to be closer to him. Let him be part of me. Lifting my hips and spreading my legs wider, I added, “Please.”
He held my gaze as he lined up the head of his cock and pushed slowly in, stretching me. He did that a few times, pulling out and gently pushing back in just a few inches.
“This okay?” His face was strained, his forearms trembling like he was holding himself back.
When I nodded, lost in him, he pushed a little deeper inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. He kissed my cheek, my nose, my mouth as his hips thrust forward, going deeper. “You’re doing so good.”
A whimper escaped me as he stretched me, the burn both painful and exhilarating. My legs began to shake with need and anticipation.
His forehead pressed against mine as his hips thrust harder. His breathing picked up. “Almost there.”
My fingers gripped his hair as the pain grew more intense.
His mouth found mine. He bit my bottom lip, taking the focus off the pain between my legs.
Then licked and sucked my lips while moaning my name.
“Hang on, Angel. You’re so fucking tight.
” He pressed his mouth against mine and thrust his cock hard.
His pelvis seated against my clit. He rolled his hips, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
“That’s it, you have all of me. Such a good fucking girl, Lennon. ”
My face heated at his words. His praise, his pleasure. It was a high I never wanted to come down from.
As he slowly dragged his hard length out of me, and pushed back in to the hilt, the burn turned into pure, white-hot pleasure.
Our bodies became slick, his warm breath in my ear adding to the high. “Thank you for gifting me your virginity. You know what this means, Angel… this means you’re fucking mine.” He changed the angle of his thrusts, picking up speed, hitting a spot inside of me that had me seeing stars.
And then…
Someone was pounding on the door.
We both stilled, our gazes clashing.
Sandro moved my hair off my sweaty face, planted a kiss on my lips and then slid out of me. The ache of loss of his body in and on mine was immediate. I felt empty.
“Stay here.”
I drew the comforter over me to cover up as Sandro stepped back into his boxers and went to the door. He checked the peephole.
His shoulders tensed, and he opened the door.
I caught a glimpse of Gunnar as he leaned forward and said something in Sandro’s ear.
Sandro turned and stared at me, his expression one of shock and pain.
I sat up. “What’s going on?”
He turned back and nodded at Gunnar. “Give us a sec. We’ll be right out.”
In the distance, sirens were drawing closer.
When he crossed the room, my whole body froze up. Whatever this was, it was bad. He sat down and gathered me in his arms.
I began to tremble. “Just tell me.”
His grip on me tightened, as if he could hold me together by the sheer force of his will. “It’s your mom. I’m so sorry, Angel.”
My lungs seized. I pulled back and stared at his face. “What do you mean? Where is she?”
“There was a shooting. She’s… gone.”
“Fuck off,” Sandro yells at the door. He meets my eyes. With a heavy sigh, he brushes my hair away from my face. “Where did you go?”
I pull myself out of the past. Out of the memory of the best and the worst night of my life.
Tears prickle in the back of my eyes as reality slams into me.
What am I doing?
“This can’t happen again. You’re getting married.” Just saying those words is like a cold bucket of water thrown into my face. I want to ask him why. Why Giada. But it’s not our only problem, and it really doesn’t matter.
I slide off the desk and adjust my dress back over my hips. My buzz has morphed into a dull headache, and I’m suddenly exhausted. Too exhausted to even feel the anger I should at myself, at him for dragging me back into his orbit.
He backs up and gives me space, but his eyes still hold mine, the bright need still shining there.
I move around him. “I guess we can call this our goodbye then.”
He takes in a deep breath and scrubs a hand over the scruff on his face. His mouth opens and shuts.
I turn away, and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Besides leaving him the first time. Before I reach the door, I turn back to him. I have to know. “The name of your club… The Eclipse. Why?”
His small, sad smile tells me all I need to know.
Jesus, that night, that kiss meant something to him, too. Life is just brutal. And so is love.
I unlock the door. When I open it, Gunnar is standing there, hands on his hips, looking pissed. His face softens when we lock eyes.
“Lennon… wait,” Sandro calls.
I don’t know why a stupid spark of hope flares in my chest as I turn to look at Sandro. What exactly could I hope for? Wait, Lennon, I’m not marrying Giada? I’m leaving the mafia?
There’s defeat in the set of his shoulders. “Gunnar will give you and your friend a ride home.”