Book 3 in the 'Beautiful' trilogy.
Elena De Luca, the 26-year-old Mafia Princess. The daughter of the notorious Dominic De Luca, the Don of the Italian Mafia of New York. She has always been the light of her family, the life of the party, a free an...
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Angelo's POV
"I don't want to leave, Angelo." She repeated.
My heart was racing, pulsating through me until I heard the beats in my head. My breathing increased into a rapid pace and it felt like I had run a marathon, but this was solely her doing. Her doing with nothing but a few words and a short delicate touch. Nothing more.
She broke eye contact, glancing down to my chest before closing her eyes, and sighing. Her hand began falling down my neck as her lips pursed together. I lost all my self-control when she bit her bottom lip. Whether it was knowingly or not, it drove me wild.
I cupped her face, tilting her head back, and closing the space between us. Her eyes shot open the instant our lips connected but she didn't take long to react. She kissed me back deeply, all her emotions impelling through this one kiss. Her hand traced down my chest, my torso, and towards my abdomen before settling on the waistband of my sweatpants.
I was still holding back with her. I did not want to ever make her feel uncomfortable but all I wanted to do was devour her entirely. However, I held onto the little bit of restraint I had left and kept my hands glued to her face. She, however, had other plans and that assertiveness that sometimes appeared was one of the sexiest things about her.
Her hand went a little further down, stroking the hardened bulge over the cotton material. I then realized my body had already reacted to her, my body was ready for her.
My dick twitched against her hand causing her to let go and speed up in showing me exactly what she wanted. She untied the sash of her robe, throwing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Beneath it, she had her sexy white lace lingerie set.
I pulled away abruptly and breathlessly, my eyes greedily and rebelliously burning its path down her body. I licked my lips and rolled my bottom one between my teeth while my thumb traced a pressurized route along her lips.
"Fucking hell, you are gorgeous." I thought out loud, my mouth unable to restrain itself as it exposed my mind within seconds.
Something switched in her eyes, like the very first night we had sex. Her pupils dilated and the color within darkened over like the deep, undiscovered, and treacherous waters of the ocean. Her fingers dipped into the waistband of my sweatpants where she pulled it and let go, snapping it against my skin lightly.
"Are you sure, Elena?" My voice held a huskiness to it as I closed my eyes, trying to contain my lecherous obsession for this woman.
"Completely." She spoke, her velvety smooth voice releasing a hot breath against my thumb that sat on the corner of her mouth.
My eyes remained closed while I tried to decide what I should do, however, her next move tipped me over. It awoke every nerve ending attempting to suppress its functions. She turned her head slightly and took my thumb into her scorching hot mouth. Her tongue swirled around the pad as my eyes shot open. She then sucked on it as she pulled back, eventually releasing it with a faint pop. Her lips curved into a tantalizing devious smirk, making me realize there was a hidden seductress underneath it all, awaiting a form of awakening.
