Dancing to the Sinner's Tunes | 18+

REMEMBERING HER WAS A SIN

A N G E L O ' S P O V

"Angelo! Ah!" Could this bitch shut up? Placing a hand on her throat, I pounded into her relentlessly, her fake breast bounced up and down, her nipples rubbing against my chest as I fucked her against the window. She rubbed her clit fast with one hand as she grasped the other around my neck, digging her fake nails into my skin.

Her moans were so annoying like chalk scraping against a blackboard. Instead of looking at her, I stared at the view of Manhattan. This place was as boring as this woman here. "Angelo!" She was saying my name wrong too, this had to be the worst fuck ever.

Her pussy wasn't even tight and thank God, I was wearing a condom. My patience was running on a thin thread and if my arousal didn't come soon, I would have her blood splattered against this window but I didn't want to ruin the smell of my new penthouse.

Slamming her head against the window, I thrust into her fast, feeling my orgasm take over. "You like it hard, huh, slut?" Her mouth opened as she gasped for air, sad, I wasn't near to letting her go. "Fuck!" I muttered under my breath, spilling my seed into the condom.

Letting go of her neck, my hand was now moulded into her throat, the red marks would soon turn to bruises. A little gift for her. Panting like a bitch in heat, she held onto the curtains with the same hands that she had rubbed her fishy pussy with.

Great! Now, my curtains are going to smell like a tin can of tuna. Rolling my eyes, I let go of her, almost making her fall on the floor. Going into the bathroom, I peeled the cum-coated condom off of me and tied it before throwing it in the bin.

Wrapping a towel around my hips, I went to my closet and took out my black joggers. "I will be leaving now babe, my ride is here." About fucking time, I thought. "I will leave my number here if you remember me again." Rolling my eyes, I showed her out. Her legs wobbled and I sported a smirk on my face before shutting the door and ripping the paper she left, putting it in the bin.

I needed a shower. My cock felt as if it had released nothing. I needed my proper release and Joanna, I think, didn't help at all. My hand could do a better job. As droplets of water roamed each inch of my body, I sighed out of relief.

My head was killing me and the hot shower was everything I needed. Stroking my cock, I closed my eyes. Caramel eyes from last night had entered my mind, cazzo, those eyes that I imagined looking up at me as she kneeled in front of me, stroking my cock with a devilish smirk on her face.

Moving my hand up and down my member, I recalled the memories of her body moving along with the fire, the way she handled such an untameable thing with her hips, for she was the devil herself.

Fuck, I would have never thought of remembering a woman. I had women in the palm of my hands, one split second of a glance and they would all beg. Beg, to have me fuck them raw, bare and rough until their backs couldn't arch any longer.

Celebrating another business deal, I ended up losing myself to a vixen. Her perfectly toned stomach moving the hoop around her waist made me imagine how her hips would move against mine, how I would make her stomach bulge with my cock deep inside of her.

The way her breast jiggled when she moved her hips, begging to spill out of the cups that held them. My imagination ran wild, I wanted to suck, tug and lick on those natural breasts of hers. Who knew that one of the darkest clubs in Manhattan could keep such a beauty. My beauty.

Feeling a building up sensation within me, I pictured her ass and how it teased me and the other men in the room. The way she locked her hypnotic eyes onto mine and rolled them away with such a bratty attitude made me crave her more.

I wanted to bend her over my knee and deliver so many slaps to her plush ass that would be marked with my signature. An urge to cum burst through my veins. Slamming my hand on the wall, I groaned, panting as I watched my seed spurted on the shower tiles, washed away by the water when I wanted it to be on her.

Remembering her was a sin, and I needed her.

Once I had finished showering, I decided to call someone who could help me, "Dante," I greeted, waiting for his response which was quick. "Angelo. Congratulations on winning the new club," I rolled my eyes and thanked him.

"Roll those eyes at me, pretty boy, and I will make your 'Amore mio' put you in your place." He mocked me, in fact, they all did. Did I care? Fuck no, Shira is amore mio and it is one nickname that pisses my brother off.

All jokes aside, she was like a mother figure, obviously stunning, she has been the one to make me live in another world. A world, where I didn't need to deal with snobbish portentous men who groped women as they pleased and told stories of how to keep women under their control.

I wasn't one who would sit and stare, if I had witnessed such a thing, I would instantly kill them with a bullet between their eyes.

"Fuck you, zio, but I need a favour." Dante hummed, "I need you to get details on someone." I said while popping an Aspirin in my mouth before drinking some water. "Give me their name," Her name, a name so fucking exotic and short that leaves you saying the devil's mantra in your head.

(T: uncle)

"Nyra Marianacci."

Excited about what's to come? Angelo didn't lie when he said he was a dirty man ;)

Have a lovely day or a good night's sleep. <3