“Per favore, ti prego.” The words tumble out on a ragged breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls against my ear. “I’m going to give you all of it.”
He sinks into me and groans out his release, filling me with his warmth. It stretches out endlessly, his body shuddering with aftershocks so intense I can feel his muscles contracting around me.
He came hard. And I suspect it’s because he really enjoyed the thought of me marching down to his office and laying claim to him.
Genevieve starts pounding on the door again. “Angelo, please!” she shrieks.
An annoyed sigh escapes him as he slides out of me. His cum leaks down my thighs, and when I glance over my shoulder, that’s exactly what he’s looking at.
Heat sparks in his gaze as he watches my eyes drift to his cock. That, too, is covered in his cum.
“You like seeing what you did to me?” he asks.
I nod.
“Then get on your knees and clean up the mess you left.”
God, that shouldn’t sound so hot, but it does.
I pull myself off the desk and sink to my knees in front of him. Gripping the base of his cock, I slide him into my mouth. His fingers thread through my hair, and he watches with inky-black eyes as I suck the cum off his dick and swallow it.
A tremor pulses through him as I lick him clean. I keep going, milking every last drop from him until he halts me with his grasp on my hair.
“That’s enough,bella.” His thumb caresses my cheek.
The warmth in his gaze soaks into my skin like sunlight, and time suspends itself as we stare at each other. I’m on my knees, my mouth still warming his cock while he towers over me. His palm cradles the back of my head as if to say,mine.
This kind of intimacy with him makes it easy to forget our looming problems. Part of me is still screaming to protect myselfso it hurts less later. The other part of me leans into his touch like I might die if I have to live without it.
Another loud shriek outside the door ruins the moment. There’s a male voice out there, too, now—so I guess security is trying to drag her out.
“No!” Genevieve screams. “Angelo, help me!”
“Oh,cara.” He smirks as he pulls his dick from my mouth and tucks it back into his briefs. “What have you done?”
I rise to my feet and adjust my clothing. “You told me to fix it if I didn’t like it. So I did.”
“Thank fuck,” he sighs. “I didn’t know how much more I could take.”
“Yes, well—” I close the distance between us, reaching up and straightening his suit. “I’m not playing this game again. The next Genevieve that comes around, it’s up to you to make it clear where you stand. You’re the one who took the vows, and I won’t spend the rest of my life policing other women. If this marriage is going to work, we need to learn to trust each other again.”
His gaze settles on my face, and I know I’m playing a risky game. There isn’t a wife in theCosa Nostrawho would try to tell her husband what to do. But when Angelo hears it from me, there’s a glint of respect in his eyes.
“That’s what you want?” His voice is edged with doubt, but beneath that, there’s something rougher…like need.
My conscience is still whispering that this is wrong—I shouldn’t let him believe this is anything other than what it has to be. But the selfish part of me wants to pretend we live in a bubble where those problems don’t exist.
Before I can answer, there’s a loud knock on the door, followed by Thomas’s voice.
“Mr. Vitale?”
Angelo scrapes a hand over his jaw, exhaling sharply before he stalks over to the door and opens it. Outside, two guards aretrying to usher Genevieve to the elevator as she has a toddler-sized meltdown.
“Angelo!” she cries out when she sees him. “Don’t let them take me. I know you want me here.”
“Jesus,” he mutters. “I’ll send your severance check in the mail. You’re done here, Genevieve.”
