“Trust me, you leaving is a good thing.” Angelo leans against the doorframe, unconcerned. “Once I’m rid of this ankle bracelet, I’ll take you out and?—”
“This means nothing, Angelo!” I snap. “You’re not taking me out. I won’t let you. You’re not calling me. You’re not doing anything.”
I suck in a breath, my voice rising. “I’m transferring, so I don’t have to follow your orders or live under the threat of you outing me to my boss. This...”
I want to say it’s a mistake. But the word sticks in my throat. I exhale, closing my eyes again.
This is insane. The glass door shifts, a soft sound before I feel him. Angelo steps in. He looms over me, his expression darker than I’ve ever seen. My throat tightens. The last thing I need is a pissed-off mafia boss glaring at me while I’m naked in his shower.
He presses a palm to the stone beside my head, leaning in, his breath hot against my skin.
“This is what, Luisa?”
“It means nothing.”
His jaw flexes.
“Are you going to stand here and tell me this was a mistake?” His voice is low, edged in warning.
“Are you going to tell me you didn’t want me?”
I hesitate, exhaling softly.
“I didn’t say that,” I whisper.
“You’re not saying a damn thing, and it’s fucking with my head.”
His eyes search mine, intense, unrelenting—but he still doesn’t touch me.
“I told you I’m leaving.” My voicewavers, but I force the words out. “You got what you wanted and?—”
“That’s not what I want, Topolina.” His voice curdles into a sneer.
“It is.” I shake my head. “It has to be, Angelo. We can’t—You know that we...”
I can’t even say it.
His breath flares. “I flirt with you, and I’m manipulating you. I try to make conversation, and I’m plotting. I fuck you, and you think it’s just about control.”
His jaw tightens.
“What the hell do I have to do just to...” He trails off, voice raw.
He gets a feral look on his face as his eyes focus on mine again. “Put your hands on the wall, Luisa.”
Obedience comes naturally when he’s this overwhelming. I could say no. I think about sassing him, but I just do as I’m told. I obey when he tells me to spread my legs, then watch as he sinks to his knees. He kisses along the inside of my thigh, moving closer and closer.
“Angelo.” My breath stutters. “I’m leaving and you will not change my mind by talking to me or by using your tongue.”
He chuckles against my skin. “That’s not a no.”
I huff, frustrated, but don’t say it. Because I don’t want to. So when he licks over my slit and I squirm, I bite my tongue. I can’t keep telling him I want him. I can’t speak at all when he can use his words against me.
“Do you want me to make you come with my tongue, little mouse?” He hums against me.
I nod.
His eyes darken further, like he’s already won.
