I nod, and he releases his grip on me. But I prove myself a liar when I grab his face and try to kiss him.
Again, he rejects me, prying my hands away as he shakes his head.
“Why?” I ask.
He kissed me the night we married. He did it repeatedly. But now, he won’t.
“I have work to do,” he says.
He’s dismissing me, but I can’t leave things like this. He’ll stay mad forever if I do. And maybe it’s stupid, but I don’t want it to be this way for the rest of the time we have together.
“This is our honeymoon.” My voice cracks. “We only get one.”
He takes his seat, giving me one of the toneless responses I hate so much.
“It’s for show, Abella.”
Those words are intended to wound, but I know there’s more to it than that. He might want his revenge, but there’s a part of him that wants me too. He can deny it all he wants, but I’ve seen it. And right now, I intend to prove it.
I squeeze into the space between him and the desk and sink to my knees before him.
“Is this for show too?” I stroke the rigid outline in his trousers.
“You think that means something?” he answers with a bored expression. “I could get an erection from a light breeze rolling by. So don’t flatter yourself.”
Ignoring that jab, I lean in and press my lips to the heavy length straining against his seam.
“Abella.” He makes a rough noise in his throat.
I kiss my way up his shaft to the button on his trousers. When I swirl my tongue around it, I feel his cock jerk beneath the material. It gives me the encouragement I need to unzip him.
Slowly, I peel apart the fabric and unwrap him like a gift.
He’s wearing black boxer briefs that sit low on his waist, showcasing every glorious inch of him. I don’t think it matters how many times I see him like this, it will probably always take my breath away.
I slip my fingers just under the band of his briefs, dragging them along his warm skin. It’s a stolen touch, and it isn’t nearly enough. I could spend days exploring his body. But right now, I settle for pushing his shirt up, exposing the ridged expanse of his abs. I scrape my fingers down the hard muscle, enjoying the way it contracts in response. He’s the embodiment of weaponizedmasculinity, and for as long as I live, I’m certain I’ll never see another like him.
Leaning up on my knees, I kiss a path along the dark trail of hair that disappears beneath his waistband. A slight tremor moves through his body, and it makes me feel feral.
Wrapping a palm around the pronounced swell in his briefs, I pump his cock a few times through the material. Then I do something I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw this part of him. I open wide and lightly bite down on him through the fabric, scraping my teeth up his length.
He inhales sharply, hand twitching at his side. I tease him a little more, sucking the wet spot at the top of his briefs before lapping at it with my tongue. He throbs in my grasp, the heat radiating from him an undeniable giveaway.
He wants this.
When I tug down his briefs, his cock falls heavy against his abdomen. Smooth, solid, and veiny—it’s both obscene and beautiful. I’d expect nothing less from Angelo Vitale.
For a moment, I let my gaze rake over him, leaning back in his chair, thighs wide, trousers gaping. He’s the picture of menace and control as he lazily assesses me with those dark, sinful eyes.
I want to unravel him.
Bracing my palms on his thighs, I lean in and lick the entire length of him from base to tip. A shudder runs through him, and from my periphery, I see his hand twitch again. His restraint is slowly fraying.
I wrap one of my palms around the base of his cock and use the other to milk the arousal leaking from his tip. I lap it up with my tongue, then suck him into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I give myself over to the moment, slowly sinking more of him into my throat with every dip of my head.
The muscles in his thighs contract, and his breaths grow shallower. After a few minutes, I settle into a rhythm, but it doesn’t last long. He finally makes contact when his hand slides into my hair, gripping it roughly.
“Is this what you wanted?” His fingers press into my scalp as he shoves my head down on his cock, making me gag. “Are you so desperate for my attention you’ll take anything you can get?”
