DARK ANGEL: A Mafia Romance -- Book One: Hunter, Hunted

by Angela Jordan

  It was Angelo I imagined.

  "I told you no one would know it was you," Garrett murmured into my ear as someone waved to him across the room. “Do you like them?”

  “They’re amazing,” I breathed.

  He grinned. “I know, right? But hey, I have to go make the rounds and say hi to some people… Excuse me for a minute.” He squeezed my hand but I barely noticed his departure, unable to look away from the art on the wall.

  I gulped down my champagne and almost choked on it as I felt a presence move up behind me. Even without turning I knew who it was. My heart started to pound in my chest and my skin vibrated with energy as I felt his aura surround me. He had an indescribable power over me that made my entire body come alive just by him being near me.

  My dark angel...

  "Cara mia," he said softly, his deep voice a seductive whisper that made me shiver with desire. I turned around slowly and my breath caught in my throat, as my gaze was ensnared in his dark, mysterious eyes. There it was. That dangerous connection between us that made me want to lean into him, inhale the scent of his body – and at the same time, the other half of my brain was telling me to run.

  "Angelo. How did you… how did you know where I'd be?" I stuttered out. He looked like the devil himself in his black suit, black dress shirt and black tie. On anyone else it would have looked pretentious, but on him it looked so good that I had a difficulty forming the words. I wanted to rip the shirt off of him, to feast on the golden skin of his throat, to put his hands on my body in all the places I saw in the photographs hanging around us.

  He chuckled. "There are not many gallery showings this evening. It wasn't difficult to find you, Karen."

  He looked around at the pictures on the wall and moved closer so his body was pressed up against my back. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection rubbing against the globes of my ass as he pulled me into him with a large hand secured at my waist.

  "Your friend is talented, cara. I liked the photos in the main gallery, but these..."

  I felt him stiffen, and I silently cursed as I knew he had figured out it was me in the pictures. I held back a whimper as his hold on me turned to an iron grip. Turning my head, I saw him staring at a photo of me on top of Garrett, my head thrown back so my dark hair cascaded down my back as I covered my own breasts with my hands.

  "Excuse me for a moment," Angelo said in a tight voice filled with anger.

  I watched as he walked away, pausing to speak to a waiter before heading straight to a short, balding man that was talking to a group of patrons. My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw Angelo gesture around the room and whatever he said had the smaller man gushing in gratitude. They disappeared into the main gallery and I quickly exchanged glasses with a passing waiter and gulped down the second glass before following them.

  Looking around, I couldn't see them but a few minutes later I felt a hard grip on my arm as Angelo practically dragged me to the entrance.

  "What—"

  "We are leaving," he growled through clenched teeth.

  I tried to stop, but he yanked me forward with him, making me stumble to keep up with his rapid pace. "Wait! I can't just leave!"

  He spun around, black eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. "You will come with me now or I will carry you. It's your choice."

  I let my own anger show as I glared back at him. "Fine."

  Not wanting to cause a scene, I followed him outside where he led me to a waiting limo. The driver was a big, muscular man who looked more like a bouncer than a chauffeur. As he opened the back door I hesitated, but Angelo practically picked me up and threw me in the back before getting in behind me and slamming the door shut.

  "Tony. Just drive," Angelo barked out as he raised the screen between the back and the driver. The car pulled into traffic as I spun around on the seat, my chest heaving with anger.

  "What the hell, Angelo? You can't just—"

  "I don't want you seeing that photographer again."

  That had me blinking in surprise. Who the hell did he think he was? "How dare you! You can't just dictate to me and tell me who I can be friends with!"

  "He isn't just your friend! You were lovers!" he spat out.

  "Oh, and I'm assuming you don't still speak to anyone you've slept with before?" I sneered. "Garrett is my friend. I will not cut him out of my life just because you tell me to!"

  He jerked me to him, so close I was singed with the heat of his fury. "You are mine now, Karen, and will do what I say."

  "Go to hell!" I screamed at him, pulling away from him. "Tell your driver to pull over. I'm out of here."

  "You aren't going anywhere!" he snarled, yanking me back to him. His hand delved into my hair, forcing me to him so his lips took mine in a brutal kiss. I fought to break free even as my body heated at his touch.

  "Stop! Let me go!"

  "Never," he growled. He took my lips again, forcing my lips apart so he could thrust his tongue deep. I was terrified of him, but the physical act was still having its effect on me. I moaned even as I struggled against him. I pushed at his chest, tearing my mouth away from his. Acting on instinct, my hand flew up and I slapped him with such force his head snapped to the side. I think we were both shocked at the action, enough that we were left glaring at each other, both of us breathing heavily.

  That was when he pounced.

  I let out a startled cry as he flipped me over onto my stomach on the long side seat of the limo. Flipping my hair out of my eyes I saw him remove the tie from around his neck with an impatient jerk. Suddenly, my hands were yanked behind me, and I could feel him bind them together with the tie.

  "No!" I cried out. It was the only word I could articulate. I didn’t really think he would hurt me, but I wasn’t at all sure what his limits really were. Fear and desire flooded my system in equal measure, sending me into overdrive. It was a sensation that both thrilled me and filled me with terror all at once. I felt him press down against me, his front to my back as he held me in place easily with his large body. I shivered, trying to ignore the wetness growing between my legs. I bucked underneath him but that only pressed his hard shaft against my heated core, forcing me to hold back a moan of pleasure. "Get off of me!"

  "You will learn who is in charge in this relationship, Karen. Tell me, cara. Tell me you don't want me. Tell me no and mean it.”

  "Fuck you!"

  His laugh was a rough, low sound that caressed my neck as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Oh, I plan to, my beautiful Karen. I'm going to make you scream as you come for me and beg me for more.”

  His words had me panting with desire so that I couldn’t stop from pressing back against him. A part of me wanted to demand that he stop, but the word no just wouldn't come out of my mouth. I felt my desire winning over the part of me that wanted him to stop. I cried out in alarm as his hand drew up my dress and I felt a sharp tug on my thong as the delicate material was ripped from my body. Jesus, he was going to owe me a fortune in underwear if he kept destroying my things!

  "Stop it, Angelo!"

  "Tell me no, cara. Tell me this doesn't belong to me."

  I opened my mouth to blast him with venom, but all that came out was a low moan as he shoved two large fingers into my dripping pussy.

  “Hot and wet," he crooned. "Your pussy’s dripping wet for me.”

  His touch was magic, and in an instant I was ready to come. “Tell me,” he demanded, his voice harsh with lust. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you aren't aching to feel my cock inside you, fucking you deep."

  I was lost in a sea of sensation as I felt his large fingers moving inside of me, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. My pussy fluttered around his fingers with my impending release and I wanted to cry out in protest as he jerked his hand from me.

  “No,” he ordered harshly. "You don't get to come without my cock inside you."

  He pulled my body down so I was bent over the edge of the seat with his large body behind
me. I heard the sound of his zipper echo in the confines of the vehicle and the panic set it. In a last act of desperation I tried to push up from the seat only to be held down firmly with a hand on my back.

  "You son of a bitch!"

  My legs were shoved wide from behind. I felt his large body press down on me again and the large blunt tip of his cock was pressed against my pussy. I fought my fear as he took total control over me. My hands jerked at the bonds holding them tight, and I felt him grab hold of the tie as he surged inside me, hot and hard, spearing into me completely.

  "Oh my god!” I cried out as I exploded at his first thrust, my body shaking as I rode out my release.

  “Fuck!" Angelo groaned as he drove himself deep inside me in a fast, punishing rhythm. My tight pussy was too small for his brutal invasion, but my own cum made it easier for his massive cock to forge inside me with ease and the small bite of pain made the pleasure that much more debilitating.

  He felt so unbelievably good moving inside me.

  “Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock again.”

  I felt his harsh breath against my neck as he lowered over me, his hands cupping my shoulders as he fucked himself into me. I moaned each time his cock pounded inside me, so deep I felt like he was touching my womb with each hard dig.

  I screamed his name as I shattered again, shaking with the force of another climax more powerful than the first. He rode me through it, continuing to hammer into me roughly from behind. His balls slapped my clit with each stroke, prolonging my release. He gave a hoarse shout as he joined me, his body jerking as he filled me with his hot cum.

  He fell on top of me, his arms braced around my head so he wouldn't crush me. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck as he whispered my name.

  I wanted to bask in the affectionate gesture, but cold, hard reality slapped me in the face. Not only had he practically forced this pleasure on me, I had felt Angelo come inside me. Without any barrier between us.

  Cold fury filled me, turning my voice frigid as I finally spoke. "Untie me. Now."

  He sighed as he pulled back to work on the tie holding my hands together. As soon as my hands were released I moved them forward, groaning at the painful tingling in my arms at being held in the awkward position for so long.

  "Here, let me—"

  "Just get off me," I ordered softly.

  He sighed again then I heard his soft curse as he finally realized what he had done. He slowly pulled out of me and I could feel his cum dripping from my pussy. "Shit. I forgot the condom. Karen, I —"

  "Don't. This whole night has been...just don't. Just take me home. I'm assuming you know where that is," I said bitterly.

  I was on the pill, but still, this was more than I could handle. Angelo had taken my control away and, while it had been incredibly arousing, the aftermath had left me shaken and unsure of myself. I didn't like feeling like this. I didn't like that he could make me feel like this. He had taken me. Yes, he had given me pleasure, but I felt like that woman in the pictures with no face. He had made me a sexual object that had been used...and it hurt.

  I sat up as Angelo requested that the driver take me home through the intercom. I couldn't bring myself to look at him as we drove through the streets of New York. The silence in the vehicle was so thick you could cut through it with a knife, but I didn’t care. I looked out the window and saw the familiar surroundings of my street and sighed with relief.

  I needed this night to be over.

  The car came to a stop in front of my building, and I wanted to roll my eyes at the realization that Angelo had obviously looked up where I lived. Before I could open the door I felt a gentle hand on my arm. Even though I was pissed at him I felt his touch and wanted him, desperately.

  "Why won't you look at me?" Angelo asked.

  Taking a deep breath for courage I turned my head, my eyes meeting his. I could see the remorse in his dark gaze, but I didn't know if it was enough. "This was a mistake," I said, my voice devoid of all emotion.

  His jaw tightened in anger. "It wasn't. You came twice. I felt it."

  "I did," I nodded slowly. "But that doesn't make this right. I am not going to take orders from you, Angelo. Not about who I'm friends with, or anything else." I raised a hand up to stop him from speaking and continued. "Even though both of us found pleasure in this... this wasn't you and me together. This was you, taking me... and I could have been anyone. That’s how you made me feel."

  "You know I want you, Karen," Angelo growled in warning. “And only you.”

  I shook my head sadly and picked up my purse. "You want who you want me to be, and that's not enough for me. Goodbye, Angelo."

  "This isn't over," he said softly.

  I knew it wasn't, but I couldn't let him see that right now. I had to be strong. "It is, Angelo… for now."

  I opened the door and stepped out, walking with more confidence then I was feeling, to the front door of my brownstone. Once I was inside I locked my front door and turned on the light, aware that my thighs were still sticky from our combined release. Unable to help myself, I moved through my apartment to stare out the front window and saw the dark limo idling out front. Even though I couldn't see him I knew that Angelo was staring up at me. I knew he was dangerous to me, but I didn't realize just how much until tonight.

  Stepping back from the window I closed the curtains, wishing it were just as easy to block Angelo DeSilvo from my mind…

  *To Be Continued*

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  – Angela

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  Copyright 2013 by Angela Jordan. All rights reserved.

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