Page 106 of Savage Saint
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KASIA
An hour later, maps and blueprints cover Angelo's desk. My head spins with intel about Jerzy's compound, security rotations, potential weak points. Angelo's methodical planning reminds me of my mission briefings, but this time, I'm choosing my target instead of being told what to do.
"Thank you," I say softly, watching him mark another potential entry point. "For believing me. For helping me."
Angelo looks up, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips. "You can thank me when that bastard is dead." His voice is low, promising violence, but his eyes... His eyes promise something else entirely.
Heat pools in my belly at that look. We've been sitting close, shoulders brushing as we planned, and suddenly I'm hyper-aware of every point of contact.
"What if I want to thank you now?" The words come out huskier than I intended. Angelo goes very still.
"Dangerous game, Butterfly," he warns, but he's already pushing away from the desk, turning his chair to face me.
I stand, moving between his spread legs. "I'm done playing games." My hands rest on his shoulders as I lean down, bringing my lips close to his ear. "I want you."
Something snaps between us. Our lips crash together, desperate and hungry. He pushes me against the desk, his body caging mine.
But I'm done being caged. With moves that feel like second nature, I push away, spinning the chair and pinning him instead. His eyes darken with surprise and desire.
"Butterfly," he warns, but I silence him with another kiss. My hands find his belt, using it to secure his wrists behind his back.
"You're not the only one with skills," I breathe against his mouth. He tests the restraints, muscles flexing. "Trust me?"
He smiles. "I do."
"I like those words on your lips," I repeat what he said to me when he asked me the same question.
His smile turns wicked as I straddle him, my thighs bracketing his hips. I can feel him hard beneath me, but I'm in no rush. For once in my life, I have power. Not the kind Jerzy forced on me, but power freely given.
"You like being in control," Angelo observes, his voice rough with desire.
"I've never had control," I admit, running my hands down his chest. "Not really. Everything was always Jerzy's choice. Even when I thought I was making decisions, they were ones he'd programmed into me."
Angelo's expression softens. "Take what you need from me, Butterfly."
I lean down to kiss him again, slower this time, savouring the taste of him. My hands work at the buttons of his shirt, exposing the tattooed skin beneath. I trace the patterns with my fingertips, learning him by touch.
"You're beautiful," I murmur against his skin.
He laughs, the sound vibrating against my lips. "That's my line."
I sit back, pulling my own shirt over my head. His eyes darken as he takes me in, his hands straining against the belt.
"Let me touch you," he growls.
I shake my head. "Not yet."
Taking my time, I slowly undress us both, relishing in his increasingly desperate sounds as I tease him with light touches.
I trail kisses down his neck, his chest, enjoying his sharp intake of breath when I drop to my knees. His eyes burn into mine as I undo his trousers. The heat in his gaze makes my skin tingle, a flush spreading across my body as I free him from the confines of his clothing.
"You don't have to—" he starts, but his words cut off in a groan as I take him in my mouth. His hips buck involuntarily, and I place my hands on his thighs to steady him.
I've never felt such power, such control. With Jerzy, everything was about domination, about breaking someone's will. This is different. Angelo's restraint is voluntary, his submission a gift freely given.
I take my time, savouring his reactions, the way his muscles strain against the belt. I suck hard then lick gently, drawing out sounds from him I've never heard before. His breathing grows ragged, his thighs tensing beneath my fingers.
