Page 35 of Reckless Games

“Nothing!” I squeaked, quickly slamming my laptop shut.

“Ooh, when did you get into that nasty stuff?” Emily wiggled her eyebrows at me. I sighed, knowing there was no point in hiding it from her. She had already seen everything. “Wait!” Emily’s eyes widened before I could say anything. “You popped your cherry with him, didn’t you?” I nodded silently, making her gasp and squeal in excitement. “O.M.G.Fucking finally! I thought I’d never see the day!” She started jumping on the bed. I secretly hoped she would fall and hit her head.

No, I didn’t.

“Get back down here.” I pulled her back down. “Fine, I did. But we have something bigger to deal with now.” I explained my turmoil in detail.

“Pfft. You’re literally so cute. Worrying over giving your man a decent blow job. Are you for real?”

“I swear, I’ll kick you out of this place if you don’t—”

“Okay, okay. I’m kidding. Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” Finally, for the first time it’s not the blind leading the blind.

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Lorenzo

“I think that’s enough, Capo,” Giovanni muttered, but I paid him no heed. I continued to empty my gun into Igor’s head. Finally, I had the local wannabe gangster who had intercepted my shipment to Leonardo right where I wanted him. Why do these people think they have a chance against me? It's almost laughable. They’re nothing but ants under my shoes. The guy was pathetic. He couldn’t last a minute before me. Not to forget, I hadn’t even used my gun, and he was already pissing his pants. There was no fun in playing with him for long, knowing he wasn’t an opponent worthy of my time. So I did him the honor of letting him leave this world easily. His body was currently punctured with seven—no, eight bullets—and his three partners in crime were in a similar state.

“Clear the area!” I barked, kicking the door open with a loud thud before storming out. Giovanni followed closely behind. “Make sure you get to the mansion before me and take Emily to your place. I don’t want anyone disturbing me for the next 24 hours.”

“Yes, Capo,” Giovanni nodded before leaving hastily. Despite having emptied my gun, the inferno burning within me had not extinguished. I climbed into my car, the engine roaring to life as I sped towards the mansion. The frustration clawed at me, fueled by Igor’s last words.

“Nikolai paid me for it! I swear I didn’t know it was your container; otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to—” He didn’t live long enough to finish the sentence.

Once again, it was Nikolai’s doing.Where was that bastard hiding?

I killed the engine outside the mansion, storming inside to blow off some steam. Otherwise, I would do something I’d regret. Marching into my room, I flicked on the lights and wasmet with a sight I wasn’t expecting at all. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened at the vision before me: Angela, at the center of my bed, sitting like an enchantress, dressed in a flimsy red lace two-piece with a matching gown that was good for hiding nothing.

My mouth watered as her lips curled into a beautiful, soul-crushing smile. “Welcome home.”Fuck.

I was so entranced by her presence that I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. Heck, I couldn’t form a single word. My eyes followed her every movement closely as she got off the bed and started closing the distance. What the heck was she doing? Did she even realize she had stepped into very dangerous territory from which no one could guarantee her return?

“You look exhausted,” the words spilled from her red lips in the most sinful manner I had ever witnessed. She was a temptation disguised as an angel. A pure walking sin. “Let me help you with your clothes.” I stood still, not moving an inch, as she gently tugged on my tie before pulling it over my head. I watched, paralyzed, as she continued undoing my buttons one by one until my shirt was gone. I made no move to stop her.

My brain finally resumed working when her hands clasped my belt. My hand flew to catch hers, stopping her. “What are you doing, Angel?” I tilted my head, my voice darkening with an edge I barely recognized.

“You look rather tense. So I’m helping you cool off,” she said, looking up at me from under her lashes, making me choke on my breath. I wasn’t dreaming, right? Even if I was, I did not want to wake up from this. That was all I needed to hear before letting go of her hand.

I let her hands unbuckle my belt before she pulled it off and unzipped my pants ever so slowly. My eyes narrowed, seeing that she was taking her time with it while Jr. Lorenzo was already throbbing painfully strained against my underwear.She pulled my pants off, and I stepped out of them. Her hands grabbed the hem of my boxers as she kneeled before me, and it finally registered what she was doing.Fuck, this girl could kill me right now. And I would let her.

My hand disappeared into her hair before I pulled it back, making her jerk her face up to meet my eyes. She peered up with her doe-like eyes, making me lose my senses. “Do you realize what you’re doing, Angel?” I needed to be sure she knew what she was doing. There was no pressure on her to please me like this. But I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying the sight. Just imagining what was coming next had my blood rushing south.

“I know exactly what I’m doing, Mr. Martinez. The question is, would you let me?” She challenged, her eyes sparkling as if testing my patience. And she really was, to be honest.

That was enough for me. I released her hair, giving her the signal to pull down the last piece of clothing on me. She did, and I was left bare before her. Angela’s eyes widened momentarily, then a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She licked her lips, her gaze fixed on my throbbing hardness.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, and without another word, she took me into her mouth.

A guttural groan escaped my lips as her warm, wet mouth enveloped me. She moved slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the tip, before taking me deeper. My hands found their way back into her hair, guiding her as she worked her magic. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle suck, drove me closer to the edge. This was heaven. My personal fucking heaven. She had just started, and I could already see the stars.

“Fuck, Angela,” I moaned, unable to contain myself. She looked up at me. She was enjoying this as much as I was, andthat thought alone pushed me closer to my climax. “Harder!” I threw my head back in pure pleasure.

She picked up the pace, her head bobbing faster as she took me deeper into her throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I could feel the tension building in my core. My grip on her hair tightened as I felt the release nearing.

“I’m close, Angel,” I warned, but she didn’t slow down. Instead, she went even faster, her mouth working me to the brink of ecstasy. With a final, deep thrust, I came undone, spilling into her mouth. She took it all in, not letting a drop escape. I swear, I felt my knees buckle at the impact. That was the hardest Ievercame in my life.

As I stood there, panting and spent, Angela looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, her body pressing against mine, and whispered in my ear, “Did I do well, Mr. Martinez?”

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