Being spanked or fucked never felt so good. But I’m learning that things with Angelo are special. There is no way that I’m able to compare things with him to my experience with anyone else.
I don’t think he’s able to make me feel this way just because he has more money than he knows what to do with or because of his name. He would put in the effort even if he didn’t have any money to his name. Sure, I wouldn’t be surrounded by the luxury I am right now, but it’s the sentiment that really counts.
And everything Angelo has done today tells me he wants me to have an amazing morning, one unlike any I have had before. He’s spoiled me. It’s not easy for me to accept, but maybe that’s my problem and not his.
“Look,” I start, “I didn’t see a reason to bring it up to you. It certainly wasn’t the first time someone made assumptions or snap judgements about me. It happens to most people every day, whether they realize it or not. Yesterday it simply happened to me.”
“Dove,” the warning in his voice has a shiver working its way down my spine and settling in my gut.
This man causes tingles to overtake my body. And I kind of like it.
“Fine,” I whine with a huff. “I remembered seeing a few boutiques a few streets over. I went over there and was window shopping until I saw a pair of cufflinks. They had a dove inlaid in them and I thought they would make a cute gift for you. I knew I had more than enough cash considering you keep leaving me wads of bills anytime you leave the house.”
Even though he tries to keep his face a mask of neutrality, one corner of his mouth twitches upward. I’m not sure what he finds so funny, but I know he’s not going to let go of this.
I throw my hands up in frustration. “What do you want me to say? They were rude. Not just kind of snooty, but downright rude. The woman who was working rolled her eyes and looked down her nose at me when I asked to see the cufflinks. She told me she doubted I could afford them since they were over a grand. When I assured her that I had more than enough cash, she just scoffed.”
The words came tumbling out of me and I couldn’t stop them. It wasn’t worth trying anyway. I wasn’t going to be able to keep this from him.
“And you left,” he doesn’t pose it as a question, he states it as a known fact. And he’s not wrong.
“Of course,” I agree. “What else was I supposed to do? If they weren’t going to sell me the cufflinks, I was done in there and I wasn’t exactly keen on continuing to be spoken down to.”
Angelo’s arm shoots out and hooks around my waist. When he hauls me into his lap, I let out a yelp of surprise while the purse closest to me topples over.
I push against his chest, unsure about what is going to happen because his face is entirely blank. I don’t like it when I can’t read his emotions. It gives me a better idea of what his men, business associates, and enemies see when they look at him.
When he’s with me, he’s usually so open. It’s allowed me to fall in love with him easily.
At that realization, I freeze in his arms and stop struggling against his hold. I love him? Holy fucking shit. I love him.
I love Angelo Amato.
When the hell did it happen? How did it happen? My gut clenches because I’m more than a little scared this isn’t going to end well and he’ll break my heart.
“You should have called me the moment they gave you a hard time,” Angelo’s voice is strained.
“I can’t call you every time someone has a problem with me,” I point out. “People judge; it’s in our nature.”
“No,” he barks, “you absolutely can call me every time someone has a problem with you.” He eyes me as if he’s looking right through me. “Or it clicks for you that you have far more power than you realize and you begin to wield it.”
My nose scrunches up and my mouth twists to the side while I start to shake my head. “I don’t have power.”
The chuckle that comes out of him is acidic; it’s a sound you should move away from. But I find myself melting against him. This man has done something to me, but I don’t hate it.
I watch as he grabs a long, thick ribbon from the Christmas explosion surrounding us. He grips my wrists with one hand and uses the other to wrap the ribbon around them, binding themtogether before I fully register what is happening. I’m going to blame the present opening high for why I don’t even question what he’s doing.
Or maybe it’s because I love and trust my man.
With my life.
Angelo positions me on my hands and knees. His hand is heavy as he pushes my shoulders until they’re pressed against the floor and I have no choice but to stretch my bound hands out in front of me. It’s the only way my shoulders aren’t screaming at me even though it’s still not exactly comfortable.
I jump a little when his hand brushes the silky fabric of my robe up over my ass until it slinks up my back and exposes my body to his hungry gaze. The heat and intensity of his stare skims along my skin and my pussy floods as my clit pulses.
“Angelo,” his name comes out as a high-pitched whine as I try to rub my thighs together to give myself some friction. With the position I’m in, it’s useless and I groan in frustration.
His large hand rubs over my ass and I freeze in place as I start to pant with the anticipation of what he’s going to do next. My eyes slide closed and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning at just the thought of his hand coming down on my ass again.
