Page 18 of Reckless Games

“Who told you to leave?” I questioned, leaning back just slightly to meet her gaze.

“Huh?” Angela's confusion was evident in her furrowed brows.

“Who asked you to leave the mansion, Angel?” I repeated in a firm tone.

“No one,” she shook her head, her eyes searching mine for any sign of what I was thinking.

“It should be clear by now that you aren't going anywhere, Angel,” I asserted, watching as her mouth opened, then closed, unable to find the right words to respond.

“Oh,” she finally squeaked out. Before I could delve further into the matter, her phone suddenly began to ring, breaking the tension in the room. Annoyance surged through me.

Not now.

Angela reached for her phone, seeking refuge in the distraction it provided. But I was not about to let her off the hook that easily. With a predatory grin, I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over her skin as I whispered huskily, “Answer the phone on speaker.” She smelled heavenly. Sue me for wanting to eat her in this moment.

She hesitated for a moment but eventually obeyed, her compliance sending a thrill through me. “Bitch, what took you so long?” Emily's unfiltered voice blared through the phone, and I couldn't help but smirk at Angela's reaction.

“Answer her, Angel,” I murmured into Angela's ear, causing her to gasp in surprise.

“I—ah,” she stuttered, her words cut off by the sensation of my lips on her neck, sucking hard on the tender skin. Angela squirmed in my hold as my hand dipped under her shirt to rest on her back. Her grip tightened reflexively. “I was busy,” she squealed.

“Oh fuck. Did I just pull a Gio on you right now?” I chuckled, realizing the similarity to Giovanni's notorious interruptions. But I didn't stop, continuing to lavish attention on her neck, eliciting a mixture of squirms and soft moans from her.

“Angela? You still there?” Emily's voice sounded from the phone, breaking through the haze of our intimacy.

“Mhm.. yeah!” Angela managed to respond; her voice strained with pleasure.

“Holy shit-fuck. I reallydidpull a Gio right now! Whoops. I guess I'll just call you later. Bye!” Emily hung up, leaving Angela free to release a loud cry of pain mixed with pleasure as I nipped and sucked on her skin.Hard.

“Oh my God!” Angela gasped, her head thrown back, as I found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, causing her to arch into my touch, looking like a divine goddess in the throes of ecstasy.

Moving back, I watched Angela's chest rise and fall with heavy breaths before withdrawing my hand from beneath her shirt. I tilted her chin up to meet my gaze, my tone firm as I delivered my message. “Drill it into your pretty head, Angel.” My voice was tight. “You aren't going away from here. Away from me.Ever.” I waited for her response, my grip on her waist tightening as I made my expectations clear. “Do you understand?” She nodded, not being able to say anything. I spanked her, making her jump. “I want to hear your words, Angela.” I squeezed her perfect ass, letting her know I was waiting.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes flickering down to my lips for a fleeting moment before meeting mine again. There was a magnetic pull between us, evident in the way her gaze kept returning to my mouth. Fucking hell. This was torture. And I was putting an end to it right now.

Without hesitation, my right hand locked in her hair, pulling her roughly towards me, and I wasted no second in capturing her lips in a fervent kiss. I was consumed by desire instantly, my senses overwhelmed by the taste of her rosy lips. They were soft and inviting, with a hint of cherries and vanilla that drove me wild with longing. I moaned in delight, my primalside screaming in ecstasy, to finally get a taste of her heavenly, pillowy softness. So divine.

Angela responded eagerly, her hands finding their way into my hair as she reciprocated the kiss. Her nails scraped gently against my neck, making me groan and igniting a fire within me.

Oh. My. Fuck.

Unable to contain myself, I shifted my position, flipping her over and pressing her into the soft cushions of the couch. My hand moved to support her head, the impact against the surface adding an edge of urgency to my passion. Straddling her, I took control of the kiss, savoring every moment as our lips moved together in perfect harmony.

This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

Chapter 9

Angela

Oh. My. God.

The moment his lips met mine, it was as if a spark ignited, setting my mind ablaze with an intensity I had not known before. Without hesitation, I responded to his kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating blend of sensations that enveloped me. Before I knew it, he was atop me, but the thought barely registered in my overwhelmed mind. How could I complain when every touch, every caress felt like pure bliss? How could I complain when he made my heart jackhammer against my ribcage? How did he manage to do all that with just a kiss?

My first kiss had, unfortunately, been stolen by a stupid dare. So it is safe to say that one did not count. But this kiss… God,hiskiss.

His lips tasted of peppermint and a hint of tobacco, a combination that was enticing. But more than the taste, it was the way he touched me, as if he knew every secret of my body and played it like a symphony, coaxing out melodies of pleasure I had never experienced before. With each kiss, my heart pounded against my ribcage, and he seemed to become my lifeline, the very air I breathed.

As he bit my lip, a low groan escaped me, and he stole the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine in a dance that felt destined. It was like he took away my breath. But that was not right. Because he became my breath.In that moment, he became my oxygen. The only one I was breathing in and out. How do I even put this experience into words? It was as if time stood still, and I lost myself in the sensation of him, of us, becoming one.

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