Page 47 of Angelo's Vengeance

“I meant what I said,” I murmured. “You’re different. You see people. Even me. And you don’t run from what’s broken.”

Her breath hitched, but she held her ground. “Maybe I just collect broken things. Dresses, vintage fabrics, mafia bosses with mommy issues…”

That earned a brief, rough laugh. I leaned in, brushing my nose against hers. “Careful, Theo. That mouth of yours could get you in trouble.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispered, and suddenly the air felt electric, as if it might snap if we breathed too loudly.

That was the second time she’d tempted me, and my leash was pulled tighter than a hangman’s noose. “Theo,” I said softly, more breath than voice.

She didn’t move when I came even closer and spun her around so those long legs automatically opened to accommodate me as I slid between them. She tilted her chin and looked at me with those hazel eyes like she wanted to fight and kiss me in the same breath. The fabric of her robe parted slightly, and I forced my gaze to stay on her face.

She lifted a hand, fingers brushing overthe stubble on my jaw, her short nails rasping over the whiskers there. “Kiss me then.”

Diving forward and wending my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head back to expose her throat. Her pulse fluttered wildly as my hand pressed against her skin. “Do you feel what you do to me, Theo?” Pressing myself against the seam of those ridiculous little barely there boyshorts, I let her feel how hard I was. “I’m so hard for you. Always.” A little whimper escaped her and I increased the twist on her hair as she rocked onto my cock.

Leaning down, I took her mouth, nipping at the corners of those lips that drove me wild, licking into her as she moaned those whimpers of hers that I’d be happy to hear every hour of every day. I could practically feel the heat of her against me as she ground against me. I wanted to touch, lick, and taste so much of her. Ignoring her startled squeak, I swung her up into my arms.

Lying her against the pillows, I tried to remind myself to treat her with care, to mind her wound. The belt of her robe had alreadyslipped, showcasing tantalizing expanses of skin that begged for my touch.

“You choose this?” I needed her to, desperately, but I wasn’t sure if I had read her correctly or if I had scooped her up and was doing what I did naturally — being an asshole.

“Yes.” The word was barely a sigh — a moan.

“Piccola, you’ll tell me if you need to stop. If I’m hurting you?” I sat back on my heels, pulled off my shirt and tie, and threw them to the floor, watching her eyes darken in appreciation.

“I’m not going to break. I want this. You’re so beautiful.”

Huffing a little laugh at her, I traced a finger along an ankle. “I’m not supposed to be beautiful, Theo. Men are handsome.”

My little hurricane firmed her chin. “Don’t be silly, Angelo. Men can be beautiful. You’re beautiful like the statues in Rome. You could be carved from marble. Maybe I’ll make you a toga. We could … oh!”

Her words were lost as my mouth latched onto one of her thighs, parting them and sinking my teeth into the flesh just hard enough to leave an indentation. I sucked hardenough to bring the blood to the surface. I wanted to mark her everywhere. Leave love bites — evidence that she was mine. Her scent was now so close that it overwhelmed me, driving me to a frenzy as she mewled, her fingers clenched against the sheets. Letting my hands roam freely, I moved up those beautiful legs, memorizing the feel of her satiny flesh, the divots in the backs of her knees, and the bones of her ankles. I was deliberate in making myself wait until I allowed myself to pull down the little shorts she wore.

“No panties?” Easing them over I settled by her pussy allowing myself to rock against the mattress a little. Fuck. I could blow in my pants right now, smelling her. I’d been fucking my hand for over a year now since I had known for sure that Theodosia Anthakos was mine for certain. Since this whole blood oath had been set into motion. Now that she was literally beneath me? My cock was struggling to get the message that it needed to calm the fuck down. It was raging behind the zipper, the teeth only making the pleasure sweeter. Gritting my teeth, I narrowed my focus on Theo. “You’re so wet for me,piccola. Lookhow pretty you are.” Blowing lightly on her pussy I watched her whole body shiver.

“You’re a tease. Touch me already. Please.” There was a want in her voice that I wanted to rise to a fever pitch.

“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully, giving her opposite thigh a matching love bite, then arranging that leg over my shoulder. “I could come in my pants right now looking at you like this, do you know that? You’re so beautiful. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Angelo …”

Spreading her legs even further, I slid two fingers into her tight channel, groaning out loud at how wet and slick she was. I could just imagine how my cock would fit in that wet heat sliding in and out. How tightly she was going to clutch me. She was like a flower right now, all moistened petals opening to the sun. “I’ve got you, Theo.” Latching my mouth onto her clit I sucked the little bud into my mouth, rimming it with my tongue. I wanted to make her fly. Keeping up the rhythm I drove her with my fingers up against her slick folds as I worked her clit mercilessly until she ground against my face just how I wanted. I couldn’twait until I could get her above me riding my face until she came..

“Don’t stop.” Her fingers tangled in my hair pulling my face to her pussy. I’d tell her that nothing would make me stop, but I didn’t dare interrupt the flow that I’d started. Instead, I kept the pace until mypiccolaarched her back off the mattress and came apart. Her thighs trembled hard as I lapped against her pussy. “Oh, my God.”

She was flushed, a rosy glow rising over her as I shucked off my slacks and boxer briefs. I hadn’t even given proper attention to those tits of hers, but I would be rectifying that right away. Palming my cock I squeezed it trying to remind myself to calm the fuck down and not be too eager. Every part of me wanted to make this good for her. She wasn’t some corner girl. Theodosia Anthakos was going to be my wife.

CHAPTER 28

THEODOSIA

There wasnothing shy about Angelo Santelli, which did not surprise me. He was cocky and confident in everything he did, so it followed that he would be that way in bed and boy did it work for me.

When I said that he looked like the statues in Rome, I was not lying. His body was drool-worthy, and for a moment, I doubted myself, those words creeping into my psyche that I was too soft or not pretty enough to be with someone like him, but I shut that line of thinking down.

My body was still tingling from the orgasm that had swept through me like a symphony as I watched him finish undressing. His cock was thick and long, leaking pre-cumas he stroked it — tightening his hold as he maneuvered between my thighs. My pussy gave a throb in response at the very thought of how hard he was.

Angelo Santelli was turned on because ofme. The thought was powerful. His jaw was clenched tight, his cock purple with want and I wanted to lick it like a lollipop — suck him off until he exploded.

---