DARK ANGEL: A Mafia Romance -- Book Three: A Violent Love Affair (Erotic Romance)

by Jordan, Angela

  “Never. I’ll never get enough of you, Karen.”

  The pleasure of feeling him inside me again drove me wild. I raised my legs to his hips, holding him to me as he began thrusting his cock into my tight pussy, over and over again, his control breaking.

  “You feel so damn good inside of me,” I whispered as I gripped his hair tightly, pulling his head back down to mine so I could kiss him again. Our tongues tangled in a slippery dance as he pounded inside me, both of us racing toward the ecstasy that awaited us.

  “Look at me!” he shouted. I opened my eyes at his command and looked up at him, watching the way his jaw clenched against the pleasure my body was giving him. “You are mine, Karen.”

  “And you’re mine,” I countered.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  This was more than fucking. It was possession. He was claiming me in a way that no other man had ever done. In that moment I gave myself to him completely, and I saw the triumph burning in his dark eyes.

  “Yes,” he repeated, as if answering my silent thoughts. Reaching between us, he moved his finger down to stroke over the hard crest of my clit as he continued pounding his cock into my clenching pussy. “I want you to come again, cara. Come for me and take me with you. Clench this tight little pussy and milk me. Do it now.”

  His dark, seductive voice left me no choice. I screamed his name as I came, my body clamping down on his cock as he fucked me raw. He groaned as his hips pistoned in a punishing rhythm of fast, hard strokes, forcing his cock through my rippling muscles so he prolonged my climax until I couldn’t take anymore.

  “Dio, cara mia. I’m gonna come. Your sweet pussy is going to make me come.”

  “Come in me, Angelo. Give it to me,” I demanded, wanting his surrender as much as he’d craved mine.

  “Karen!”

  Our eyes held each other as he exploded, filling me with pulse after pulse of his hot, thick semen. Shudders racked his body as he buried his face in my neck as he rode out the pleasure tearing through him. My own body responded, clenching down on his cock as another orgasm tore through me. I couldn’t breath as my entire body tensed, and I let myself fly with him over the edge into madness.

  ****

  We spent the whole night making love.

  Over and over again we reached for one another, solidifying our commitment to each other with the physical expression of our feelings. I loved the way he took me with silent desperation, like he couldn’t get close enough to me or have me enough to sate the need burning inside of him.

  And I was the same way with him.

  Tied to my dark angel by some insatiable pull, my desire for him only grew more powerful with each moment we spent together. Every time he looked at me I felt my body heat, and just thinking about him left me with a breathless anticipation that had me aching for the next time he touched me. What we had was worth fighting for, worth spending the time to nurture and cherish. Everything we did was a promise to make it stronger. And after a lifetime of running from romance, it surprised me just how much I wanted this.

  The following day I woke with a feeling of contentment I hadn’t felt in a long time. Part of it was because I’d had more orgasms in the last twenty-four than I’d had in the last month, but another part was because I loved waking up with Angelo’s strong body surrounding me as if he could protect me even in sleep.

  Turning my head to look at the alarm clock, I was shocked to that it was eleven o’clock in the morning, until I remembered we hadn’t actually gone to sleep until the sun had already begun to rise. As I moved to get up, Angelo’s arm wrapped around me tight, drawing me close. I settled into him, giving up the urge to get out of bed and rubbed my cheek against the warm skin of his chest.

  “Don’t you have to work today?”

  “Later,” he murmured in a deep voice heavy with sleep, as he rolled on top of me again.

  It was hours later when we finally left his bed. We took a shower together where we leisurely cleaned one another. His hands on me ignited a yearning I couldn’t fight, and his mischievous smile said he knew it. In retaliation I ran my own hands all over his perfect body. I loved how his muscles quivered under my touch and how his eyes flared with hunger.

  Teasing and tormenting him, I stroked my soapy hand over his large cock until his control snapped. I laughed victoriously as he shoved me hard against the shower wall, picking me up so he could drive himself inside me. I welcomed each heavy thrust, driven wild by the way he needed me. We came together in another mind-blowing climax, washing the sex off each other, and then dressed for the day with a comfortable companionship that belied the short time we’d known one another.

  “I’ll drive you home.”

  “It’s out of your way,” I protested as we rode the elevator down. “If you’re going into DeSilvo’s, my apartment is in the opposite direction.”

  “I don’t care,” he said stubbornly. “I’m only going in for a few hours anyways.”

  I sighed, giving in as the elevator reached the lobby of his building. “Fine. Then tonight you can come over to my place for dinner after you’re done with work.”

  “Really?” Angelo asked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  “I can’t, but I can do a mean takeout order.” He laughed so hard at my lame joke that I had to laugh with him. “Is Chinese alright with you?”

  “Sounds perfect,” he said, as the doorman opened the front door for us. I saw that his town car and driver were waiting at the curb right in front of his building, and I started to walk to it – but in the next moment I came to an abrupt halt, as Angelo shoved me frantically behind him.

  I peeked around his large body to see car idling on the other side of the street. There was a man sitting in the passenger seat looking at us with hate-filled eyes. The man looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. He had dark hair, slicked back, with features that spoke of his Italian heritage, but even from across the street I could see his bloodshot eyes. He was hyped up on something, that was obvious. But before I could ask Angelo who he was, the car started up and disappeared into traffic.

  “Get in the car, Karen.” Angelo’s harsh order had me turning to him in surprise. His driver had gotten out, opening the back door for us. I slid into the back, moving over so he could follow me in.

  “Who was that?” I asked as his driver got back into the car and pulled the car from the curb.

  Angelo’s body was tense as he answered me. “Paul Fernelli… Carlo’s older brother.”

  Shit.

  “Why would he have been waiting for you like that?”

  “That’s something I’m going to have to figure out today.” He turned to me and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. I’m sorry if he frightened you. It’s probably nothing, cara. Please don’t trouble yourself with it.”

  “I’m fine,” I assured him, but it wasn’t the complete truth. The way Paul Fernelli had looked at Angelo filled me with fear. We spent the rest of the drive to my apartment in silence. I was slightly comforted by the way he linked our fingers together, but I could tell his mind was miles away. I didn’t blame him.

  When we pulled up in front of my apartment, Angelo gripped my chin and crushed his mouth down onto mine in one last searing kiss. I melted into him, but he pulled back as quickly as it had begun.

  “Wow,” I breathed out. “That should hold me until I see you later.”

  “Yes,” he grinned, letting the moment stretch out deliciously. “Until later, cara mia.”

  I got out of the car, heading up to my own apartment. Once inside, I couldn’t help but walk over to the window in the living room to see if he was still waiting. It made me smile when I saw his car still sitting outside of my building. I waved and pulled open the curtain. A few seconds later, it pulled away from the curb.

  I tried to distract myself with working on edits for my latest book that afternoon, but I kept thinking back to the way Paul Ferne
lli had looked at Angelo. The threat had been clear in his glare, and I couldn’t help but worry for my man. His world was something far beyond my scope of experience, and I couldn’t understand it. But it was dark, vicious, and dangerous – that much, anyone could see.

  I’d known that Angelo wasn’t a man anyone would want to cross, but I also knew he would never have killed a man over some simple arbitrary slight. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, and I thought back to the way he’d said he’d do whatever it took to keep me safe. As much as I hated to admit it, I did feel safer having heard those words.

  Still, I was worried that Paul Fernelli might think that Angelo had something to do with his brother’s death. It was plausible enough – after all, that’s what I’d thought before I had spoken to him. I wondered what that would mean for Angelo, and how far Paul would take this vendetta before he figured out the truth.

  When six o’clock rolled around and I still hadn’t heard from Angelo, I left him a text asking what time he would be over. I frowned down at my phone when I got the reply to my question. “Stuck at work,” the message read. “Can’t make it for dinner, my love. I’m sorry. Call you later.”

  He had left work early in order to speak with me yesterday, and I knew he was a busy man, but something about this curt reply didn’t feel right. If he’d known he’d be late, why didn’t he let me know sooner?

  I was sad that I wouldn’t be seeing him, but I had never been one to cling to a man and didn’t want to be one of those women, so I let it go.

  I scrounged in my kitchen for something suitable for dinner, but it didn’t take me long to realize that I hadn’t been shopping in way too long. I ended up ordering Chinese anyway, chasing away my loneliness with egg rolls and sesame chicken.

  After I ate, I turned on a good action movie I’d watched a million times before while I worked my way through my edits. When I finished, I sent them off to my publisher and treated myself to a nice long bath with a very large glass of wine. I was just heading to bed around midnight when my cell phone rang.

  My heart started to race as I saw it was Angelo calling. I settled back on the bed, letting it ring a few times before I answered it.

  “Cara mia.”

  His sinfully dark voice had my lips curving in a smile. “Hello, my dark angel.”

  There was a long pause of silence then I heard his deep chuckle over the line. “Is that what I am to you, Karen? Your dark angel?”

  “That’s what I thought the first time I saw you… it kind of stuck.”

  He made a sort of humming noise that had my toes curling with desire. “I like it. I like the thought of tempting you to do all sorts of naughty things with me.”

  I smiled. “How was work tonight?”

  “Exhausting,” he said. “I would have rather been with you.”

  “Hmm,” I said, lowering my voice to a seductive purr. “Does that mean you’ll be coming over?”

  “I’m sorry, cara. It was a long night and I’m already home. I wish you were here with me now.”

  Worry flooded me for a moment, but I shook it off. I understood. Of course he was tired – we’d barely gotten any sleep the night before, and he’d worked all day. “Well, why don’t we both get a good night’s sleep, and then we can have dinner tomorrow night.”

  There was another long pause, only this time I felt the weight of it between us.

  “I have to work again tomorrow, cara mia. Things have been crazy with me, bouncing between DeSilvo’s and Bliss.”

  “I see.”

  “How about I come over after work tomorrow, if it’s not too late.” he said. I knew that he had heard the irritation in my voice, and I felt angry with myself. The man was working, and I couldn’t fault him for that. He had responsibilities, after all. I had to respect that. I needed to get a grip.

  “Sure, that sounds great,” I said, wanting to lighten the mood. “I got my edits done tonight, and I wanted to get some work done tomorrow on a new story that I’ve been working on tomorrow. I’ll be around, just give me a buzz.”

  “I miss you,” Angelo said softly.

  I closed my eyes and forced myself not to squirm as my body flushed from his low, heated murmur. “I miss you, too,” I whispered back. “I just have one question for you before you go to bed.”

  “What is it, cara?”

  I snuggled back into bed and got comfortable. “Well...” I said, drawing out the word. “…What are you wearing right now?”

  His rich laughter made me smile, and we settled into a delightfully sexy conversation that soon had me forgetting any disappointment I’d felt.

  Chapter Four

  There was a line of people waiting outside of Fever as our car pulled up, and I heard the beat of the music before I even opened the door. Tonight, Jonathan had ordered his car and driver to take us to dinner and then to the club. We’d decided to make a night of it, even inviting Maria along to join Jonathan, Amanda and I out for some fun.

  Angelo, of course, was another story…

  The driver got out and walked around to open the door for us. I followed my friends out of the car and looked at the crowd in front of the club Tony and Angelo owned. There was an eclectic group gathered out front and I could see all of them looking hopefully at the bouncers guarding the gates. I barely noticed the looks my skimpy, little, black dress garnered as we made our way to the entrance.

  Tonight I had dressed to prove a point.

  Maybe it was just to myself, but the little black halter dress made me feel sexy and sophisticated. Accenting the dark dress with wicked leopard print high-heels and a matching clutch I thought my outfit suited the club called Fever perfectly.

  My former college roommate was dressed in a bold electric blue dress that came to her knees and Maria looked stunning in a dark emerald colored dress. Jonathan was dressed in a nice white dress-shirt and fitted dark jeans. The four of us looked ready for a wild night out on the town, and we had gotten a good start on our buzz at dinner already.

  Now, it was time for project “Get Even” to begin.

  It was Saturday night, and I hadn’t seen Angelo since he’d dropped me off at my apartment Wednesday afternoon. After our playful round of phone sex that night, Angelo had blown me off again on Thursday… and Friday.

  Thursday I had spent the entire day working on my new story, and when he stood me up I’d pulled out a pint of chocolate ice cream from my freezer that I always had on hand in case of emergencies. (And of course, stupid male moments definitely qualified as emergencies.)

  Angelo had called me again late that night after he’d gotten off of work and we had another round of phone sex, whispering to each other breathlessly. I loved hearing the need in his voice as he commanded my movements over the phone, but nothing compared to the real thing. I missed his hands on me, missed waking up with our limbs tangled together in bed.

  I’d only know him for a short amount of time, but there was no mistaking the fact that I had fallen in love with my dark angel. From the way he spoke to me, and the emotions in his every word, I knew that Angelo cared deeply for me as well. That was why his actions were so damn confusing.

  On Friday afternoon I got another bouquet of red roses with a card from Angelo that simply said, Miss you. We’d had plans to spend Friday night together, but I knew after receiving the flowers that he would be blowing me off again. Around five that evening he called, apologizing and saying he had to take care of some things and that he wouldn’t be able to meet me. Again.

  Pissed off, I debated finishing off the ice cream in my freezer when Amanda had come knocking on my door, carrying two bottles of wine with her. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she had snarled as she stomped into my kitchen.

  After the first bottle she finally broke her silence. “Three days! It’s been three days since I’ve had sex!”

  I’d blinked at her, pausing as I opened the second bottle of wine. “Okay… so?”

  “I don’t know!” she had said, throwing her ha
nds in the air. “Call me spoiled, but Tony and I haven’t spent a single night apart since we got engaged. Until Wednesday, that is. Since then I haven’t seen him at all! What if…” she trailed off, the flush of her buzz showing on her face. “… What if he’s changed his mind about marrying me?”

  The misery on her face was clear, and as I’d hugged her it finally started to make sense to me. Sitting down on the couch, armed with two full glasses of wine, I’d told her what had happened outside of Angelo’s apartment building. Amanda had blinked in surprise at hearing about Carlo Fernelli, and then she’d flushed with guilt.

  “I think Tony’s family is part of the mob or something,” she said. “I wanted to tell you, but Tony swore to me he wasn’t involved with any of that stuff. I didn’t know about Angelo though, and was trying to figure out a way to warn you. You don’t think…”

  “No,” I said emphatically. “Angelo had nothing to do with Carlo’s death, but I don’t think his brother believes that.” Suddenly, it all made sense. It couldn’t have been any clearer to me when I had started thinking about everything that had happened.

  Since Wednesday both Angelo and Tony had been avoiding Amanda and I with some skewed hope of keeping us safe. Anger had surged through me at that. Instead of just talking to me about it, Angelo had been lying and keeping secrets. Amanda and I were both pissed off the more we’d talked about it and as we got drunk we came up with a plan of action.

  As I prepared to get ready for Saturday night, Angelo had called me to once again tell me he would be working late. This time I had been downright cheerful when I told him it was okay and that I had plans with a few friends. I’d smiled as I practically heard his teeth grinding as he had asked me what I was doing.

  “I’m going out to dinner with friends. Have a good night, Angelo,” I purred right before I’d ended the call.

  And now, here I was…

  “Sweetheart, you look ready to rumble,” Jonathan whispered to me as he bumped his shoulder against mine as we followed Maria and Amanda toward the front of the club. I smacked him playfully in return.