Angelo’s large hands pet me, his touch soothing me and helping me come back to reality. It’s just what I need.
How does he always know what I need?
I shake my head because it doesn’t matter how he knows. The only thing that matters is that he takes care of me without expecting anything in return that I’m not willing or able to give.
When he pulls out of me, I try to move out of his hold to get myself cleaned up. But he doesn’t let me go.
My eyes meet his in the mirror and I get lost in his hazel gaze for a moment. The connection is broken only when he looks down to take in how his cum starts to drip from my well-fucked pussy.
“Love the way my cum looks leaking out of your cunt,” he grunts before using a finger to push it back inside of me. There’s a smirk on his face as he meets my gaze again. “I was serious, Dove. You’re not going to clean up before we go to the party.”
“Angelo,” I admonish him gently while knowing full well that this isn’t an argument I’m going to win.
I don’t really want to.
What’s a little stickiness to give this man what he wants?
After tucking his cock back into his pants, he smooths my dress back down over my ass and helps me stand. His eyes skim over my face and my body. He looks very satisfied with himself. It’s kind of adorable.
Angelo grips my jaw and slams his mouth down on mine. I gasp in surprise before kissing him back. There is something magical that happens when he kisses me. It would be so easy to be lost in them, lost in the lust and love of it all.
Just when I’m about to wrap my legs around his waist and climb him, he pulls back and assesses me again. I swear the look of satisfaction on his face deepens.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he rumbles lowly.
My fingers go to my lips, and I know without even looking that he’s smudged my lipstick and I probably look like a complete and utter mess. After reaching for a tissue, his touch is gentle as he fixes it.
I’m stunned into silence as he grabs the right lipstick and reapplies it to my lips like a pro. Who the hell is this guy?
“What?” His voice is all innocent, but I don’t buy it. Not even a little bit.
“You keep surprising me, Angelo,” I whisper.
“I like taking care of you,” he tells me with a shrug.
When I run my fingers through my hair I grimace and mutter, “I probably need to put my hair up now.”
“Worth it,” he fires back at me. He looks at my hair before picking up a box from the counter which I hadn’t even noticed. “You can put your hair up, but you have to use these.”
When he opens the box, I take in the two thick hair sticks. I feel like I’m missing something and look up at him with confusion. He takes one out of the box and pulls it apart to reveal a stiletto.
The pair of them are beautiful. And deadly.
While the thought of carrying knives, especially at some fancy party, should make me nervous, it doesn’t. It actually makes me feel more prepared to step into the party with my head held high.
Angelo watches me closely as I turn and twist my hair up into a messy up-do and secure it with Angelo’s latest gift. I would try and tell him to stop buying me things, but it would be a waste of time.
When I’m done, I meet his gaze in the mirror, and he kisses my now exposed neck. “Perfect,la mia pace. Let’s get going so I can show you off to everyone and watch as they turn green with jealousy.”
My laughter fills the bathroom as he leads me out of the room. I slip my heels on, and we head out into the night. I’m not sure I’m ready for this party considering Mayor Mason and his wife are throwing it, but I’m going to enjoy it as much as I can.
What these people think of me doesn’t matter anyway. The only thing that matters is the warmth of Angelo at my side and the love in his eyes whenever he looks at me.
Maybe soon I’ll have the courage to tell him I feel the exact same way about him.
CHAPTER 14
ANGELO
