“Yes, almost,” I agree and chuckle when she rolls her eyes. “My point is that my loyalty is to the business and what myfamily has built, not my brother. He may be family, but he is not above facing the consequences of his actions.”
When her gaze falls away from mine, she looks at nothing, and it’s clear she’s thinking about something that has happened in the past. I don’t want to push her, but the need to know about what Romeo did to her burns in my gut.
“He’s not a good man. He is cruel and violent. No one is above his wrath, and he doesn’t try to control it. He’s beat clients and has used the women who work there.” Her voice drops and I have to strain to hear her confession, “Including me.”
My hands tighten on her body, and I can barely stop myself from hunting my brother down to kill him right now. All the ways I could make him pay for hurting my woman flashes through my mind.
As much as I want to, I know Dove will never feel truly safe if I do this in the shadows. She needs to know, without a doubt, that I would choose her. I can’t just tell her; I have to show her.
“You are not above facing the consequences of your actions as well,la mia pace.”
Dove freezes and looks up at me with curiosity and suspicion. “What does that mean?”
Before she can stop me, I turn her around and bend her over the kitchen island. My large hand presses down on her back to hold her in place while I take in how this new position has caused my shirt to ride up her legs.
The bottom of her ass cheeks play peek-a-boo with me and my cock throbs in my sweats. “I think you’ve earned a little punishment.” She looks at me over her shoulder, and something flashes in her eyes. “Before we get started,” I tug my shirt upand expose her to my hungry gaze, “you need to be aware that you can always tell me no. If you’d feel more comfortable with a safe word, that’s fine. But no, and stop will always work with me. Uncertainty, I will push. Limits, I will not.”
Dove swallows hard and nods slowly. “I trust you, Angelo.”
As much as I want to push my sweats down and thrust into her, I hold myself back. When my hand slides over her plump ass, she startles but I keep my touch gentle. Her skin is so soft and tempting.
I just know she’s going to turn the most delicious shade of pink.
Just as she starts to relax, I spank her. The sound of it is loud in the quiet of the kitchen and she jerks against my hold, but she doesn’t cry out, and she doesn’t tell me to stop. My hand rubs over her slightly pink skin.
As I start raining spankings on her delicious ass, I become mesmerized by the way it moves under my hand. The way she reacts to my touch is addicting; I’ve had a taste and I’m hooked. Every time I rub over the curve of her ass, she shudders and whimpers.
When she turns her head and looks the other way, hiding her face from me, my fingertips dig into her ass cheek and hold her in place.
“Don’t hide from me,” I growl. “I need to see you because I watch everything about you Dove. I savor every breath, every twitch of your lips, and the different ways you whimper and pant. You tell me so much without even meaning to. I need to know, and be able to see you, because the last thing I ever want to do is to hurt you.”
When she turns back toward me, I can see the tear tracks on her cheek. I lean down and kiss her there, chasing her tears and tasting them on my tongue.
“Don’t lie to me. Even if you think you’re protecting me. I can’t do the one thing I was made to do if you hobble me.”
“Ho-hobble?” She shakes her head and whispers, “What do you mean the one thing you were made to do?”
“Take care of you.”
Dove turns and presses her forehead against the smooth marble and lets out a groan. “How are you both a walking red and green flag?”
I move until I’m behind her while I push my sweats down. My cock bobs between us and I let out a groan at the feeling of finally being free. After I kick her feet farther apart, my hands slide over her ass. The way she arches her back and lets out a breathy moan is fucking sexy.
“How am I a green flag?”
“I think most people would be curious about why they’re a red flag first,” she giggles.
Even though she can’t see me, I smirk before spanking her ass with one hand while holding her in place by her hip and ramming my cock into her until I’m buried balls deep inside of her. The way her pussy clamps down on my length has my fingers tightening on her hip. I have no doubt that I’ll leave behind bruises.
I want to roar in triumph.
“I’m the head of an organization which isn’t completely above board.” I pull out until just my tip remains inside of her beforefilling her again. She gasps when my hips connect with her sensitive ass cheeks. “I’ve killed men and will again. It’s part of who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it. I think my red flags are pretty obvious.”
Keeping her hip held tight as I press her against the top of the island, the fingers of my other hand dive into her hair and tangle with the strands as I start to fuck her hard and deep. When I tug back on her hair, she arches her body in the most beautiful way.
She moans every time I fill her completely and hit the end of her channel. I can’t help but look down and take in the way my shaft glistens as I pull out of her and the way she opens up to me when I ram back in.
Watching it is almost too much.
