The First Sin (Sins of the Past Book 1)

by Jillian Quinn

  Angelo owned my body, taking what he wanted from me without asking. He never did. I loved that about him.

  He shoved my skirt up to my waist and slid his hand between my thighs, ripping a moan from me. Our lips separated long enough for us to look into each other’s eyes. He gave me a crooked smile that went right to my core, my expression mirroring his.

  I took his hand and helped him move my soaking wet panties to the side. “Fuck me,” I muttered. “I need you, Angelo. I need to feel you.”

  “I’ve missed your pussy.” He slid his finger into me, slowly pulling it out, before dragging it along my slick folds. “You’re always so wet for me, such a good girl.”

  “You didn’t miss me?” I choked out the words, too overcome with pleasure. “Only my pussy.”

  “I missed every part of you, G. The last three weeks have killed me. I feel like I’m dying without you. I don’t want this life if I can’t have it with you.”

  “Me either. You are my life, Angelo.” I leaned forward to unzip his pants and pulled out his cock.

  “Not yet, baby.” He took control, his hand on my chest, now pushing my back to the table. “I told you I wanted to taste you. Then, I’ll fuck you.”

  “We don’t have a lot of time,” I warned.

  “Let him come and break the fucking door down. I don’t give a fuck, babe. No one and nothing’s going to get in the way of me and your pussy.”

  Our discussion ended with Angelo rolling his tongue over my clit, three fingers spreading me open, filling me up. He lapped up my juices, each ripple of pleasure tearing another scream from my lips. Angelo wrecked me, tore me up from the inside out. I twisted his hair between my fingers, and with each tug on his head, he punished me by tugging at my clit with his teeth. He wanted it to hurt. I liked when it hurt. With pain came pleasure. He had me on edge, so full I could explode from the pressure building within.

  My man loved to build me up and then break me down until I couldn’t take it anymore. Heat spread down my arms and thighs like wildfire. An intense burning, a desire only Angelo could satisfy, caused my body to tremble.

  The second my orgasm finished rocking through me, Angelo removed his fingers and replaced them with his thick cock.

  “I missed this,” I purred. “Fuckkk…”

  Angelo moved my legs over his shoulders, holding on to them, his fingers digging into my skin. “That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”

  I followed his order, his words stealing each orgasm he tore from my body. He pulled out and slammed back into me, torturing me each time he moved out of me. My insides clenched and burned from the loss, instantly satisfied when he thrust into me again. Leaving a trail of kisses on my inner thigh, he watched me rub my clit. He licked his lips when I pushed up my shirt and pinched my nipple between my fingers.

  It wasn’t long before I felt the slow pulsing of his cock, the sensation alone enough to make me come again. I milked his cock with my pussy, squeezing him so tight his eyes closed when he came. He came so fucking hard I felt him everywhere.

  He kissed my thigh one more time before he set my legs down, wrapping them around his back. “I’m not done. I need you, G. One more time, and then you can go back to class and sit next to Connor with my cum dripping from your pussy.”

  I smiled so wide my jaw hurt. “You’re such a dirty boy.”

  He flicked my clit hard with his finger, and I moaned, slowly relaxing once he began moving inside me again. “My dirty girl,” he growled, as he gripped my hips and buried his cock deep inside me.

  He lasted even longer the next time, fucking me so hard I had to hold on to him when he helped me up from the desk. I couldn’t move, my body like rubber. My lips were swollen, my dark curls a crazy mess pooling around my face. No one would ever believe I didn’t fuck Angelo. Connor included. Not when I could smell him on my skin, feel his cum sliding down my thighs.

  Before we left the room, Angelo handed me a burner phone. Told me to keep it on silent and out of Connor’s sight. I did as he said, knowing he would call. Knowing he would come back to claim me all over again. I prayed for the next time the second we walked out of the room. One thing I knew for sure was, no one could keep me away from Angelo Morelli. Not even my father.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Angelo

  Gia and I graduated from law school a week later. Both of us with honors and with offers from law firms in the city. Having options was great, but my fate was already sealed. I would become my father’s advisor, his consigliere, one of the most trusted positions within the organization. My father would seek legal counsel from me, but the role involved so much more. I had to play my part. Act like a wartime consigliere.

  I wasn’t even sure what that meant when Paulie said the words to me. For the past year, I’d been involved in my father’s war between him and Enzo’s crew. I thought I knew how to act. Now school was over, I followed Paulie around and sat in on meetings between my father and him. On occasion, they would bring others into the discussion.

  “Paulie, would you sit down already? You’re doing my head in with all the pacing.” He stopped dead in his tracks, now realizing the error of his ways.

  “I’m thinking, kid. Simmer down.”

  “This is how you think? You walk around in circles until what? An idea pops into your brain.”

  “Enough out of you, college boy.” He threw his hand out at his side, his lip turned up into a scowl. “Stop analyzing me. Use your smarts and help me figure out a way to get us out of this deal.”

  Paulie knew his time at my father’s side was short-lived. He knew it the second I was accepted into law school. But that didn’t make him any less hostile. His removal from the role was imminent, which made him angry and on edge. I worried about his ability to do his job the closer he got to handing over the reins.

  “We could buy the land next to it and have it re-zoned.” I pointed at the map laid out on the table in front of us. It was the city plans, marked off by each parcel number.

  Paulie shook his head. “No can do, kid.”

  I was almost twenty-six, but to Paulie, I was still a kid and the youngest son of his oldest friend.

  “Why not? We can make an offer to the owner.”

  “Boss man said we can’t involve Carlini in any of our projects.”

  “We could buy it from him, take it off his hands. It’s not even in use. No one is building on that lot.”

  “Keep digging for something. If we can’t come up with something better, then we’ll talk to your dad about it. Carlini still owes the family a favor, but we don’t want to waste it.”

  “He could always owe you another down the road.”

  “No, this time was different. Your Pops made a promise to Lorenzo. He seems dead set on it.”

  Something was off. My father never let anyone walk away unscathed. I never believed the words he spoke to Lorenzo the night I’d overheard their conversation. There was no way Lorenzo would owe my father one favor and be done for the rest of his life. One day, Gia’s dad would need help with a campaign or having a vote swung his way. He was an idiot if he believed for one second he could turn his back on our family for good. If I knew that, then so did my dad and Paulie.

  “Gia could help us,” I countered. “If I called her, she would at least consider what we have to offer.”

  Paulie shrugged and muttered, “Hmm… now, that’s a thought. Get her on the phone.”

  Gia hadn’t accepted any of the opportunities thrown her way by top firms in town. She was afraid to leave Carlini Construction before she found a suitable replacement. Ever since I’d given Gia the burner phone, we’d kept in contact. She texted me dirty pictures to show me just how much she missed me. I sent some back.

  Most of our sex after that day on campus was via text or over the phone. She’d call me at night, moan in my ear while she fingered her pussy. I got off on it whether I could participate or not. We were in the middle of a shit storm, with little time left for anything but war pr
eparations. Sometimes, I’d call her between jobs and imagine I was doing every single thing to her. Then, I’d hang up and put a bullet in the back of someone’s head. Business as usual.

  I pulled out my phone to text Gia.

  Me: I need to see you tonight.

  Gia: Connor has me on lockdown.

  Me: Have him take you to O’Sheas.

  Gia: Done. Meet me there at 11PM. I’ll slip something in his drink.

  I shook my head, laughing. My girl was crazy, and I loved her crazy.

  Me: Be careful. Don’t get caught.

  Paulie looked over at me with his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you so happy about? Quit that smiling, would ya, and find us an answer.”

  I flipped through the city plans, stupid grin in place, and my cock hard from thinking about Gia.

  Chapter Twenty

  Angelo

  Five minutes before eleven o’clock, I walked into O’Shea’s with Sonny to a raging crowd of locals. Friday nights at the Irish pub were always insane, which was why I’d insisted Gia meet me there. The bar was a hole in the wall that only college students and alcoholics could appreciate. My dress shoes stuck to the floor. Irish posters and green signs illuminated the unfinished brick walls.

  Sean O’Shea, the head of the Irish Mob, was a friend of my fathers for years. They grew up with Lorenzo Carlini, the three of them inseparable until the Irish and Italians parted ways. Connor was the youngest of Sean’s sons and in the same position as me. Except Connor was used more like a cleanup man, where I had an actual role in my father’s organization.

  Growing up in the hospitality industry, my family knew all the local business owners. Despite the constant struggle for power in the city, my father also had a long-standing business relationship with the Irish. Watching over Gia was considered a favor to repair the damage. My dad was slowly re-introducing the O’Shea’s into our business, one job at a time.

  We sifted through the throng to get a better view of the commotion along the back wall. A brunette recognized me and pulled on my jacket to dance with her. I shook her off, not interested and clueless as to how she knew me. I was on a mission to find Gia. No one else mattered but my girl. I found her in the corner with a green shirt that read, Kiss Me. I’m Irish.

  I laughed. She was an Italian beauty in every way. Gia had rolled the shirt up and tied it behind her back, so her flat stomach and narrow hips were the first things I noticed. She knew how to move her body, too. My eyes traveled to her bare legs which were long and toned. Her body was a work of art, only ever touched by my hands.

  A girl I’d never met before danced next to Gia, tugging on her arm. With Sonny at my side, I moved toward Gia, careful not to get too close. Most of the people in the bar knew me by my first name, some saying hello as I passed. Connor wouldn’t throw me out, but if he saw me with Gia, he would blow his top.

  Once I reached the back of the bar, Gia locked eyes with me, singling me out. My heart raced when she pulled down her bottom lip with her index finger. She was such a fucking tease. Just like that, our moment passed, and she turned to face the girl at her side, who also wore the same tee and jean shorts.

  Gia whispered something to the girl, who glanced over her shoulder at me. She smiled and turned around to face Gia again. I felt like we were in high school playing games. I never had to work to get Gia because she was always mine. It was bullshit I had to stalk my own girlfriend.

  Connor appeared from a back room, beer in hand and a girl at his side. He helped her climb onto the bar. She moved a few empty glasses with her heel, staring down at Connor. She jiggled her tits at him and shook her ass to the Celtic punk music blaring through the speakers.

  Since Connor was busy with his whore, I was able to get Gia’s attention without him noticing. We used hand gestures only we understood to communicate we would meet out back.

  I tapped Sonny on the arm. “Keep Connor busy if he comes looking for Gia.”

  “No problem.” He glanced over at Connor and then up at the girl on the bar in front of him. “I thought Gia was drugging him. Looks more like she dosed the girl.”

  “I doubt that chick needed much to get up there. Look at her.”

  Sonny licked his lips. “Oh, I am.”

  I was never sure what kind of girls Sonny liked or if he even liked fucking girls. He was an odd man. The only girl he’d ever shown any interest in over the years was Gia. There was no denying that Sonny loved Gia in more than a sisterly way. But I couldn’t blame him with how close all of us had grown up.

  “Behave,” I told Sonny. “Don’t go doing any stupid shit while I’m gone.”

  He rolled his eyes at me. “Never.”

  “You have that creepy look in your eyes, the one you get when you watch bondage porn.”

  “I’d love to tie her to my bed,” Sonny said about Connor’s girl.

  I tapped him on the shoulder, about to walk away. “Save that shit for another night.”

  I found Gia out back of O’Shea’s, propped up against the brick wall with her arms across her chest. Her perky tits were pushed up, some cleavage spilling out the top.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I said, walking up to her.

  She turned her head and smiled. “Hey yourself.”

  I knew she would be the death of me, but I still reached for her, wrapping my arms around her middle. Gia ran her hands underneath my jacket, feeling my muscles over the fabric.

  “It’s been too long,” she said under her breath. “I missed you.”

  “I miss you every day. I fucking hate this.”

  “Marry me already, Angelo. We could hop on a plane and go to Vegas.”

  “Is that what you really want? A cheap wedding with an Elvis impersonator. Ma would have a stroke and so would your dad.”

  “I don’t care anymore how we do it.”

  Her lips turned into a cute pout, but her eyes gutted me. They held so much sadness my stomach hurt from seeing her in pain. I loved inflicting pain but only in the bedroom. I hated seeing her so miserable. Our feelings were mutual, though I hid mine better.

  “I care. I know you will, too. Maybe not today, but someday, you will. I don’t want you to look back on our wedding day and wish we’d waited and regret your decision to elope with me.”

  I swiped a curl from her eyes, and she tilted her head to the side. That was my cue to kiss her neck. I opened my mouth to rake my teeth along her delicate skin. A moan escaped from her mouth, and as it did, she hooked her leg around my thigh, pushing me into her.

  “I’m marrying you, Gianna. One way or another we will be together. I don’t care who I have to kill to make it happen.”

  She looked so fucking pretty with her soft curls framing her face. As usual, she had no makeup on, just that pink gloss that made me think of her leaving an imprint of the shade on my cock.

  I pressed my palm on the wall behind her and leaned in until our lips brushed together. We stood there, breathing against each other’s lips, not moving. I thought of our first kiss when we were kids and the look in her eyes when I placed my hand on the small of her back. Gia was the key to every good memory I had. She was the only good thing in my life.

  “I have to get back in there before Connor notices,” she said against my lips.

  Her breath sent a shiver throughout my body. I missed this closeness with her. Molding my body to hers, I pinned her between the wall and my muscular frame. I dug my erection into her stomach. She was so tiny in comparison to me, so small I’d wished I could fit her into my pocket so I could steal her away.

  “Sneak out later. I need to see you without your babysitter hovering over you.”

  “Connor’s taking me home at two. Help me sneak out my window around three.”

  “Your window is on the top floor. How do you suppose I will get you down from there and back up again by morning?”

  “A ladder. Don’t be silly. Bring one with you.”

  “I’ll have to borrow Sonny’s Escalade. I can’t fit one
in my car.”

  “Do what you gotta do.” She smacked a kiss on my lips. “But I have to go. Be outside my window at three o’clock. Don’t be late.”

  “No panties or bra. Just a dress. Wear that tight black one I bought you for Christmas.”

  She smiled. “As you wish.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Gia

  Angelo fucked my mouth, choking me with his cock and straddling my head with his thighs. My hands were bound above my head, handcuffed to his headboard. After all these years, he knew me. He knew how much of his cock I could swallow, just how much I liked it when he came down my throat.

  My eyes watered, tears streaming down my face. He loved to watch me deep throat every inch of him, until I was gasping and begging for more. Sex was an experience with Angelo. No one time with him was ever the same as the last.

  After the last jerk of his body, I licked every drop from his still erect cock. My lips were swollen and cracked and hurt when he dragged his thumb along my bottom lip.

  “My dirty girl.” He smirked when he said it. Slowly, Angelo released my head from his strong grip and scooted down enough so his muscular body was covering mine. His thick cock dug into my thigh when he kissed me, tugging on my lip with his teeth.

  “My bad boy,” I hissed, still out of breath. “Did you kill anyone today?”

  A fire blazed behind his beautiful blue eyes. He kissed my left breast, then my right. “Would it turn you on more if I did?” His husky voice sent shivers down my spine. Every inch of my body was on fire from each kiss he left on my skin.

  Angelo gazed up at me as he made room for himself between my legs, throwing both of them over his shoulders. He stuck out his tongue and made contact with my clit, his eyes finding mine in the process.