With a grunt, I push in a little deeper as she sucks the last of my cum from me. I shudder when I pull out of her mouth slowly and look down at my woman in awe.
I reach over and grab the gold dress I saw earlier and hold it up. Her eyes light up, and I know it’s the right one.
“I’m buying this dress,” I tell her. “Then I’m buying the shop, and you’ll decide what happens to it. If you want to shut it down, you can. If you want to run it, you can. If you want it to keep operating as it has been, that’s fine too. But it’s yours now.”
“You’re fucking insane, Angelo,” her voice is rough with how hard I fucked her throat.
Then she smiles at me, and I know she doesn’t mind my insanity. She doesn’t mind it one fucking bit. In fact, I think she likes it.
CHAPTER 13
DOVE
As I lean over the bathroom vanity and put on my lipstick, I know I look as good as I feel. I’m fucking glowing. When was the last time I glowed?
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at myself and felt as good as I do right now.
And it’s all because of Angelo.
The man pulled me out of my shitty life after only one look. He could have looked right past me or simply seen what so many have before him. But he didn’t.
He didn’t see a woman who was barely getting by; he saw someone surviving and fighting to do it. He didn’t immediately think that my value only came with me being on my back. Angelo sees me, really sees me.
And I’m starting to believe everything he whispers in my ear in the dead of night. I know he hopes his promises worm deeper into my subconscious and take root. Well, they have.
As I step back and slide my hands down my dress to smooth it over my curves. It fits me perfectly and I love the way it lookson me. It has a vintage vibe which I love, and the hint of sparkle makes me feel special.
I run my fingers through the curls I put in my hair just as Angelo steps into the doorway and leans against the frame. His hazel eyes darken as he looks me over and I can see the appreciation on his face. He doesn’t even try to hide it.
When he licks his bottom lip and reaches down to adjust his cock behind the zipper of his dress pants, I squeeze my thighs together to try and get some relief. It doesn’t help at all.
It never does.
When he closes the distance between us, our eyes remain locked in the mirror. He presses his front against my back and shuffles me forward until my hips are pushed against the bathroom counter. The hard ridge of his cock digs into my ass, and I can’t help but rock back against him.
His grip on my hip is punishing, but the bite of pain is a feeling I relish. It grounds me. I love it when he holds me in place and takes what he wants and needs.
I just fucking love him.
Though I haven’t said it.
To be fair, he hasn’t either, but I know he feels it. I can tell every time he looks at me with softness. His affection is right there on the surface, and it makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
Angelo buries his face in my neck and takes a deep breath, and I shiver in his hold. “You look fucking delicious,la mia pace. I almost don’t want to take you to the party at all.” He growls, “Everyone there will be looking at you and I’ll want to slit their throats for it.”
The way he threatens the lives of innocent people just trying to go to a party should not be hot. But it is. I can feel how wet I am for him and I arch my back, rubbing my ass over his cock in the hope of enticing him.
When he grunts and his fingers tighten on my hip, a giddy feeling takes flight in my belly. Like little bubbles.
His grip isn’t tender as he pushes me forward until my face is almost touching the mirror and I have to brace myself on the counter. The feel of his fingertips running up the back of my legs until he reaches the hem of my dress makes me moan his name.
Angelo growls from deep in his chest. The sound is on the edge of feral and I can’t help but squirm from where he’s pinned me in place.
He flips my skirt up over my ass before he rips the scrap of lace I was wearing away. It was already barely covering me, but from the way he tears it off my body it’s like it personally offended him.
With a tsking sound he warns me, “Shouldn’t have even put it on. You know I need access to your sweet cunt all the time.”
My back arches and a whimper falls from my lips. The way he talks to me, the way he touches me, the way he claims me over and over again, is overwhelming in the best of ways.
