MAFIA'S WILD OBSESSION (18+)

CHAPTER 6: WING AND HALO

CHRISTIAN'S POV:

From the second she'd walked into my space back at the club, Angel captivated me in the most unusual way. In a way most women couldn't.

Perhaps in a morbidly amusing fashion, it was how much her presence reminded me a lamb playing games in a Lion's lair, asking to be slaughtered on a whim.

Perhaps it was the manner in which that tight leather dress of hers hugged out every ample curve of her body, leaving a hard imprint in my mind on just how ravishing she'd look underneath. The red of her lips. The blue innocence to her eyes. The golden locks that fell in waves down her shoulder.

Or maybe, it had to be how easily she reminded me of her. How effortlessly Angel embodied that light I'd once tainted in another. Whatever it was exactly, it called out to my demons in ways I couldn't resist. In ways I knew would be our ruin.

Yet, every image my mind conjured were filthy flashes of what she'd look like arched like a whore for me. Of how those full lips would feel wrapped generously around my cock. Of how far her dainty little fingers would dig into my skin while I fucked her brains out like she was all mine.

The thoughts stirred my groin, doubling the burning hunger that fingering Angel in the car had roused in me. Her pussy had been clenched tight around my fingers, flooded with her slick juices.

The gorgeous woman had looked so fuckable in that moment. So damn desperate for more.

We'd arrived at my private residence a few minutes ago, a sophisticated mansion hidden away from the chaos my lifestyle thrived on. Only those who I truly considered as my blood knew about this place, and bringing Angel here was crossing a thin line.

Yet I knew it was the safest choice.

My family isn't very welcoming to outsiders, and since this was our city, they crawled every inch of it. Motels. Hotels. Clubs. And all it'd take to jeopardize her safety was as easy as having the wrong person notice her with me.

Although many might claim that I was, in fact, the very danger she should be running from.

Cowards.

Angel's curious blue eyes wandered around the insides of my home and it subtly fascinated me how awed she looked in that moment. Her full red lips were parted in surprise, almost like she'd never seen anything quite as magnificent.

"Wow, are you like royalty or something? This place is freaking huge!" Her voice was beguiling as always, sweet toned and sultry.

She twirled around, light on her feet, as she immersed herself in the architectural prowess of the foyer.

Everything in here was designed to intimidate, to bend the minds of those who lusted after such luxury and to provide comfort to those who bathed in it. She was a little of the former, I could tell from the shine in her gaze.

It made me wonder...

What type of woman are you, Angel?

The type to go any length for the finer things in life? Maybe if she was a good fuck for the night, I'd consider playing with her for awhile longer on the terms of a payroll.

I'd love to see how much she'd let me offer before she caves, before she hands me the exclusive rights to her body.

"I'm far from Prince Charming." I chuckled, coming closer to her gaping form as she observed the refined furniture, golden chandeliers and grand staircase.

"Do you live alone?" She spun around to face me.

"Yes," I paused, observing the radiance she easily exuded. "You don't have to worry about anyone hearing your screams."