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  His dark eyes watched me with a mixture of lust and barely restrained frustration. Wanting to stoke his desire so he forgot all about why he resisted, I reached down and gently cupped his face in my hand. Lowering over his large body, I pressed my breasts against him as I took his lips in another kiss. Forcing them apart, I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth.

  The feeling of his chest hair rubbing against my nipples had sharp sexual need driving me to the point of madness. I loved the feel of his body under me, loved the feel of his muscles straining beneath my hands as I ran them over his chest and tight abs. I could feel the slickness seeping from my pussy, allowing me to slide over his cock so it pleasured us both. I rubbed my body against Angelo’s thick, hot shaft, wanting to feel it pounding inside me, but not yet.

  “Look at those pretty little nipples. I want to suck on them again,” he demanded as he started raising his hips to thrust against me.

  I sat back on him and shook my head, slowly moving lower until I was settled kneeing between his thighs. “Nope, this time I get to do the sucking.”

  I took his cock in my hand, and looked down at it. There were veins lining the thick shaft and the mushroomed head was large and leaking pre-cum. Wanting to taste him, I swiped my tongue over the slit on the head and felt his body jerk.

  “Fuck!”

  I looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face and I squeezed him gently. His cock was too thick to wrap my hand around, but I did my best as I began stroking him. His loud groans were music to my ears.

  “Suck me, Karen. Open that pretty little mouth for me and suck it.”

  “Tied down and still trying to run things,” I taunted with a chuckle.

  He muttered an apology then let out a shout as I took the entire head of his cock into my mouth. I loved the way the thick stalk jerked, and looked up at Angelo under veiled lashes to see his handsome face twisted in agonizing need.

  “Shit, your mouth is so hot… so good.”

  I had to clench my thighs together to prevent the liquid heat spilling from my pussy from dripping down my thighs. Using my tongue, I lashed at the taut skin underneath the mushroomed head of his cock, relishing the groans that tore from his throat as I worked my mouth over him. I drew him in until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat then pulled back only to repeat the action.

  The taste of him drove me wild and I moaned. I began moving my head faster, using my hand to stroke the part of his shaft I couldn’t fit in my mouth. Sucking Angelo’s cock while he was tied up gave me a wicked sense of power that I could learn to crave. When I felt his body tighten I stopped, lifting off him.

  “Son of a bitch!” he gasped.

  I smiled as I moved over him again, my head lowering so I could flick my tongue over his small nipples. Needing to feel him inside me, I didn’t waste any time. I pulled his cock back from where it slapped against his abdomen so the head was positioned at the entrance to my pussy and slowly sank down.

  His head snapped back, body arching as I lowered myself over him. He slid into me easily through the proof of my desire for him. When he was all the way inside me I stopped, just sitting on him, enjoying the feeling of fullness.

  He smiled up at me with a hint of amusement. “This is your ride, cara mia.”

  “It is, isn’t it. But that’s not really what I want.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to see you lose control for once. I want to see how far I can push you over the edge.”

  His smile disappeared. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” I clenched my body around his invading shaft and he gasped. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me and just enjoyed the pleasure. My hands lifted and I played with my nipples as he watched. I started clenching and releasing the muscles of my pussy on him and could feel the pleasure building inside me.

  Wanting more, I moved my hips slightly, wanting the ecstasy only his thick cock could give me. The passion blazing in his eyes was so strong I practically felt burned alive as my gaze met his and he tensed under me.

  “Ride me, Karen.”

  “Not yet.” I loved the flare of heat that caused in his dark eyes, and couldn’t help but push him a little bit further. I continued to clench my pussy on him, not moving. He let out a vicious curse as I moved my hand lower and started stroking my clit.

  “Fuck,” he growled. The muscles in his arms strained as he strained against the tie that stopped him from reaching for me. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”

  Just watching his face as I used his cock to pleasure myself was getting me off. I felt the tingling building and pinched my clit between two of my fingers, rubbing hard. Crying out, my head fell back as my body exploded, flooding his shaft with my cum as I shattered all over him. I ground my hips down on him, prolonging my release. I heard him shout as he came with me. His hips lifted and I felt his hot cum spurting inside of me, filling me full.

  Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me, leaving me limp so I fell forward onto his chest. My head jerked up as I heard the sound of material ripping. Suddenly, he flipped us so I was on my back and Angelo’s mouth slammed down on mine. Wanting more, I angled my head to the side, letting him ravaged me.

  He pulled back, looking down at me now, and my breath caught at the madness shining back at me. “That was fucking hot, cara. Feeling you fuck me drove me crazy. But I’m still hard, and now it’s my turn.”

  Chapter Five

  “Angelo, please…”

  Angelo pulled his hips back and thrust back into me hard, jarring my body with the impact. “Please, what cara mia? Please don’t torment you the way you did me?” he growled.

  He continued to thrust into me slowly, keeping my body at the peak of pleasure, but not giving me enough to push me over the edge. “Please, I need you.”

  I could practically feel Angelo’s control snap at the sound of my plea. Using his knees, he pushed my thighs open wider and covered my mouth with his again. He kissed me deep, thrusting his tongue into my mouth he thrust his hips hard, driving his cock into me with a pounding rhythm.

  I cried out as his huge cock invaded me, sliding against the sensitive walls of my pussy. He flexed his hips, pulling back then thrusting forward again so hard all I could do was gasp. He repeated the motion over and over again, wringing moan after moan from me, until I was screaming from the pleasure.

  “Oh, god…” I cried out as my body clamped down around his thrusting shaft. I couldn’t stop the orgasm from tearing through me, and wouldn’t even if I could. My body tightened around him, and I felt him struggling to force his way through the tight grip of my pussy.

  “That’s it, Karen. Scream for me. Scream with the pleasure only I can give you.”

  I barely heard Angelo curse as he picked up the pace, pounding himself into me so the headrest of the bed slammed against the wall with the force of each thrust.

  “Fuck, baby. Come again, Karen. Come on my cock and take me with you.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t!”

  “You can and you will,” he commanded. Bracing himself on one forearm, he reached between our bodies and used two fingers to rub my clit as he continued to pound into me. I opened my eyes and our gazes locked, the connection between us too strong to deny. Seeing the passion in his eyes was enough to push me over.

  “Come for me again, Karen. I want it, give it to me. Come for me, now!”

  I felt the world dissolve as I came apart in his arms again. This time my climax was even more destructive and my whole body jerked as I screamed his name.

  “Yes! Karen!”

  Angelo thrust once, twice more then let out a wild shout of his own as he exploded inside me, filling me with his cum. Shudders racked his body as he buried his face in my neck and I went lax beneath him, completely drained of energy.

  He pulled me with him so I was stretched out over his large body, both of us struggling to breath. Long moments passe
d as I lay over him, simply listening to the frantic beating of his heart until it slowed to a steady rhythm. He reached up and stroked the wet strands of hair from my face and pressed his lips to my forehead.

  The sweet gesture had my lips curling in a small contented smile.

  “Wow,” I breathed out.

  He laughed. “I agree.”

  I lifted my head up, got a good look at him and grinned. “I told you, you would enjoy it.”

  He laughed. “I certainly did. Although that used to be one of my favorite ties.”

  I looked at the headboard and saw he had ripped the tie into shreds. Seeing the evidence of his strength gave me a little thrill.

  “Damn, cara mia. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

  Resting my head on his shoulder, I could only hope that was true.

  ***

  Walking into DeSilvo’s on Monday afternoon I hoped that no one noticed the slight hitch in my step. The weekend had been days of sexual abandon spent mostly in Angelo’s bed, and I was sore from all of the wild sex we’d had. I had to laugh at myself, thinking about it. Karen, you’re crazy. Since Friday night, I hadn’t stepped foot outside of Angelo’s apartment. But the truth was, we were both insatiable, and we couldn’t get enough of each other.

  I was pretty damn shocked when he’d cooked me a gourmet meal Saturday night, which shouldn’t have been that surprising since he owned two five-star restaurants after all. He’d run out to the market to grab what he needed, leaving me lounging in his huge bathtub while he was gone. When he got back he joined my in the tub for another fantastic round of sex, then I sat at the counter and watched as he cooked. We’d eaten the candlelit dinner out on his balcony, then made love out on his lounge chair where any one of his neighbors could have seen us.

  But I hadn’t cared. The only thing that had mattered was his touch.

  On Sunday, I had him on his couch, where I rode us both to completion and he had me on the counter in the kitchen after we had ordered takeout. We’d made good use of his shower, bathtub and bedroom, but every time we had come together, it only made me want him more.

  When Monday morning had rolled around, Angelo had to go to Bliss for a meeting with one of his distributors. He had dropped me off at my apartment on his way to work and I told him that I might stop by for a drink with him after I had lunch with his sister.

  Now that I was at DeSilvo’s, nerves hit me. It wasn’t that Maria intimidated me, but spending time with my dark angel’s sister made our relationship seem so… real. This was moving fast, even by my standards, and through it all I just needed to make sure to keep my head above water.

  As soon as I gave my name I was lead to a corner booth away from the busy lunch crowd. Not a minute later, Maria hurried over to the table wearing a smart-looking suit in pale gray, with a sunny yellow silk shirt underneath. I was glad I had taken the time to do my make-up, I thought to myself. I’d picked out a tan dress with large white polka dots on it, and I felt I looked at least reasonably fashionable.

  “Hi, Karen! I’m so sorry I kept you waiting,” Maria said as in between kissing me on both cheeks. She took a seat and blew out a breath as she grinned at me.

  “I just got here,” I said, waving her off as I looked around. “This place is packed. Are you sure this is a good time?”

  Maria waved a hand in the air. “Trust me when I say I need a break after the morning I had. What do you say to a peach Bellini? I put in an order for them before I came over. Our bartenders here have a special recipe. Or if you feel like something else we can—”

  “A Bellini sounds wonderful,” I agreed.

  When the waiter came over he set our drinks down, and Maria ordered a special tray of appetizers. “We can always order something more, but I figured that would be good to start with so you can try a little of everything.”

  “I appreciate it. I’ve only eaten here a few times, but everything I’ve tried was delicious.”

  Maria slowly smiled. “I have a feeling you are going to be eating here a lot more now.” She raised her glass. “Here’s to new friends.”

  I tapped my glass against hers and enjoyed the fresh flavor of the peach puree mixed with good champagne.

  “So,” she said, leaning in and smiling devilishly. “Tell me everything, sweetie. What’s going on between you and my brother?”

  Lunch turned out to be a truly entertaining experience. I explained how Angelo and I had met, using the edited version of what had really happened. Maria told me dozens of stories about him, and she made me laugh so many times my stomach hurt. She also asked about my writing, and promised she would pick up a couple of my books so she could read them. I really liked Maria and I could already tell that we might very easily end up being good friends – assuming things worked out with Angelo, of course. I knew it was early on, but somehow I couldn’t keep myself from looking towards the future.

  Toward the end of the meal I couldn’t help but ask the question that had been on my mind. “Hey, Maria, I was wondering… who is Vincenzo Fernelli?”

  Maria stiffened and the smile disappeared from her face. “Why do you ask?”

  I cursed myself for asking, sensing that this was a subject I should have just left alone. “It’s nothing. It’s just… I met him the other night and I was curious.”

  The look of longing that crossed her face startled me. “He was here?”

  “Umm… yes, for his sister’s birthday.”

  She smiled wistfully. “Little Rose always did love our tiramisu.” Her expression sobered and she leaned in, lowering her voice. “Vincenzo is… an old friend. But he isn’t someone you should bring up around the family. Karen, if you are going to be dating my brother there are things you are going to need to learn. Most important is to know that there are certain things you are better off not knowing.”

  I immediately rejected that statement. I didn’t like the secrecy that seemed to surround a part of Angelo’s life, and if I was going to be part of it then I wanted – no, I needed – to know what I was getting myself into. “Maria, I appreciate that you and Angelo seem to think that I need to be protected from whatever you’re both hiding from me, but I think I have the right to know if something is going. Are you… is Angelo part of the mob or something?” I felt ridiculous for saying it, but there it was.

  “What? No!” Maria’s light laughter did nothing to easy my nerves. In fact, her forced joviality made me even more worried and my insides twisted. “Karen, all you need to know is Angelo is a world-class businessman, and he seems to care about you a lot. I’ve never seen him this happy with a woman before. Hell, he was practically pissing circles around you at the party so all of the men knew you belonged to him.”

  “Now that is a visual.” I laughed out loud, but a million questions were still clouding my head. Maria glanced down at her watch and cursed.

  “I’m sorry, but I have a meeting to run to. This was wonderful, Karen. We really have to do this again soon.”

  “I’d like that,” I said. I got up from the table and was surprised when Maria wrapped her arms around me in a hard embrace.

  “Don’t give up on him, Karen,” she whispered. “…Angelo needs you.”

  What the hell? I wondered, but she didn’t explain. After saying that cryptic statement, she squeezed my hand then left.

  When I left DeSilvo’s I found myself taking a cab home instead of going over to Bliss to meet Angelo. Something about the way my conversation ended with Maria made me want to spend some time alone, so I could think about things without getting put back under the spell of his influence. The weekend had been a dream, but reality was kicking my ass now.

  Letting myself into my apartment, I kicked off my heels and sat down on my couch. I turned on the TV switching the channels until I hit the news then turned on my laptop. I’d been gone for days and knew I would have dozens of emails to deal with. As I waited for my computer to power up the new reporter said a name that made me freeze.

  I
grabbed for the remote and turned up the volume, feeling my body go numb as I listened.

  “Early this morning, the body of Carlo Fernelli was discovered in the lower east side, where he is thought to be the victim of a robbery gone wrong. Mr. Fernelli was stabbed several times and is reported to have died from his wounds late Saturday night. The police are still looking for a suspect. Onto other news…”

  Logically, I knew that Angelo hadn’t been gone long enough to have killed Carlo, but knowing that I had met the man the night before he died shocked me to the core. And I remembered what he’d said that night to Vincenzo: “Take care of Carlo…or I will.”

  I was shaking. Did that mean Vincenzo had taken care of Carlo… or did Angelo? I didn’t know what to think as I sat there on my couch. Angelo was a mysterious man, and obviously involved in something greater than what he let on. I didn’t believe Maria when she tried to laugh it off. There was something going on here, something dangerous.

  But just how dangerous, I didn’t know.

  I turned off the TV, unable to bear hearing anymore, and got up to look out my living room window. Could the man who had touched me so gently, who had rocked my world all weekend, who was opening my eyes to all that love could hold… could a man like that really be involved in murder? I felt terrified that I even had to ask the question.

  But the truth, I knew, was that I was getting deeper and deeper something I didn’t understand, something far beyond my control.

  And the only question now was… what did I want to do about it?

  *To Be Continued*

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