Page 19 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

“What are the chances of them not having told Vincenzo about it?” I asked, the grimace on my face giving away my awkwardness. Or maybe it was the fact that I knew how that simple question would break this thin ice we were skating on.

No, that wasn’t it. I was starting a fight because adrenaline was better than the fear and anxiety coursing through me right now as the GPS signaled that we were only thirty minutes away from our destination.

“Probably slim to fucking none, but then again, Vincenzo knowing that you came on my cock in his jet isn’t something that keeps me up at night.”

“Of course not. How could I forget that you made a point of having sex with me in his bed?”

Max’s eyes left the road to glare at me as if I’d said something wrong, his hand tightening around the steering wheel.

And just like that, the lightness was gone. Max was back to the dark shadows of his mafioso persona. Whatever hope he was feeding off of just turned into a dose of poisoned reality.

I still had no idea how to escape that gilded cage. How to reverse an honor pact, if that was even a thing. I couldn't just keep pretending or say I didn’t want to go through with it anymore, especially now that I knew about Vincenzo’s connection to the Cartel and how dangerous that was.

If even Matt, the most calculatingly calm person I’ve ever met, got instantly nervous when I mentioned Diego, there had to be truth to his reputation.

Going against Vincenzo would be starting a war with the Cartel, too, right?

“If you care so much about his damn feelings, then why did you pretend you didn’t know about your engagement to the al-fucking-mighty Don of California?”

“Who’s talking to me right now, Max or Gabriel?” I punched back, hiding the smirk that threatened to spread my lips.

“Still Max. Gabriel would have stopped this car and made you choke on his cock for being so preoccupied with what Vincenzo might think.”

My eyes were locked on him, a single brow lifted in defiance while his gaze flipped from the road to me.

“Seems like Gabriel is the fun one.”

Max hit the brakes before swerving off the road. If it weren’t for the seatbelt, my head would have gone right through the windshield. He stopped the car right on the side of the road, and I couldn’t hold back the wicked grin anymore.

“What’ya gonna do about it?”

Max gripped my jaw, bringing his face within an inch of me, his lips less than a whisper away from grazing against mine. “Fuck that attitude out of you.”

“As if you ever could.” I bit back, going for that punishment he’d told me time and time again came when he’s pissed off.

The smile that spread his sexy lips at my reply was savage. Evil and glowing with dark intent. I squeezed my legs tighter together, catching Max’s attention, his eyes darting down to my bare thighs.

“Now I know why you’re wearing a skirt,” He murmured, his fingers skimming my skin until they reached my hip, pulling on my underwear. “You were hoping I’d fuck you in this car. Maybe ease the tension before we get to our destination. Is that what this is, Angelo ? Hmm?” Angel.

Max pulled my face towards him, crashing his lips to mine and devouring me hungrily.

“Lose ‘em.” He pulled on my thong again, his voice low and sultry before taking over my lips again.

I shimmied out of my underwear while he kissed me, waiting for the moment his fingers grazed my clit, but they didn’t.

The hand he had on my jaw slid down towards my throat, his tongue dominating mine as he squeezed just the slightest bit.

He was deliberately keeping his other hand away from where I truly needed it.

His fingers burying into the flesh on my thigh.

This was not the kind of punishment I had in mind.

I was too eager for this distraction to have him holding back, so there was only one thing I could do – make him lose control.

I moaned into his mouth, earning me a tighter grip around my neck. He liked that. Max relished in the sound of my pleasure, and I knew it, but more than that, he loved it when I begged.

“I want to suck your cock, Max,” I said, my voice thick with lust before adding the magic word I knew would have him relenting. “Can I? Please?” I dragged the word out into a breathy plea.

“Jesus fuck! How am I supposed to say no to that?” He wasn’t. There was no room for denial. I made sure of it.

Max unfastened his belt and pulled down his zipper while I licked my lips in anticipation. His rock-hard erection glistened with pre cum as he pulled it out of his pants, and I swear my pussy convulsed at the sight.

It was such a turn-on and a compliment, watching how hard Max got just from a few kisses and his own dirty words. The thought of that thick crown pushing into me had me grinding my pussy into the seat, looking for the friction I needed to ease this ache between my legs.

I watched as Max stroked his dick, his hips bucking in sync with his hand’s movements. With his free hand, he grabbed mine, pulling two of my fingers into his mouth and sucking on them, making sure they came out soaked.

“Put them inside of you. I want to watch you fuck yourself before you can suck my cock. Open those legs towards me so I can see you. Show me how you like it, Baby.”

Doing as he ordered, I adjusted in my seat, one leg bent on the seat while the other was spread to the side. I licked my fingers again, drawing a couple of hard circles on my clit before pushing them inside of me. Slow. Painfully slow. Mimicking the pace of his fist.

“Let me see those tits.” With his free hand, Max pulled my top and my bra down, exposing one of my breasts before painfully pinching my nipple.

“Oh God.” I let out another moan as the pain settled on my pussy as pure pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, Princess?” Max’s raspy voice sent a shiver down my body while his fingers kept twisting my nipple, and all I could do was nod and watch him. “Push those fingers in, Baby. I want to see them coming out soaked with your sweet juices.”

His phone rang, the car’s display showing that it was my brother. Without hesitating, I pushed the silence button, too lost in my pleasure to have Matt ruin the moment for us.

The normally icy glare of Max’s blue eyes was incandescent, burning with the fire of lust. I watched as he licked his thumb and placed it on my clit, the pressure exactly right as he rubbed delicious circles on it.

My head fell back against the window, his torture bringing me to the brink of release.

For a moment, he stopped, burying his thumb into my needy pussy along with my fingers while his other hand kept stroking his cock leisurely.

I knew he was going slow so as not to lose control and come all over the damn steering wheel.

The way he looked at the most intimate part of me in reverence as he dipped his finger in and out of me had my nipples perking and a million goosebumps erupting all around my body. My hips raised to meet his thrusts, rotating in search of the extra friction.

“Look at me, Alison,” He demanded, his eyes now firmly set on my face as his thumb came back to play with my clit.

No, no. This was no play. This was him deciding that it was time for me to come.

“I want to see you fall apart as you fuck yourself in front of me. Eyes on me, Beautiful.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned as Max’s thumb rubbed harder.

“Fuck that greedy pussy, Alison, and come for me.”

It was like his words commanded my body. As soon as the order was given, my core tightened, my fingers threatening to stop. Max pulled my hand out of the way, replacing my fingers with his as he finished me off and pushed me over that delicious edge.

“Max. Gabriel. Oh fuck.” I didn’t know what to call him, but my haze had me pleading for more. For him not to stop.

He didn’t even blink, trying to savor every minute of my fall as he looked at me intently, his fingers fucking me into oblivion.

When my body finally relaxed, he slowly pulled out of me, and I could feel my muscles tighten around his fingers, not wanting to let him go.

The damn phone went off again, and this time it was Max who silenced it.

“That’s the most exquisite sight on this damn Earth,” He said as he licked his fingers.

“My name on your lips as you come on my fingers. The only thing better than that is watching you come around my cock. We’ll save that for later, though.

Now,” he fisted his cock again. The bead of pre cum was now leaking down his shaft, showing me how much he had enjoyed my orgasm.

“Now it’s time to make you choke on your cock. It’s all yours, Baby. Come on.”

I leaned over the console, taking his dick in my hand and stroking just as he’d done before. He’d given me exactly what I wanted, and I was eager to pay him back tenfold. What better way than to give in to the thing he enjoyed the most?

“Can you come in my mouth? Please?”

By the expression on his face and the way he pushed down on my head, I knew those simple words had given me a head start. He wouldn’t last long if my plea rang in his ears as I sucked. He loved it when I begged.

Before taking his velvet head all the way down to my throat, I licked the streak of cum that was leaking from his tip and down his shaft, moaning as I tasted him. Max held my head down for a few seconds, groaning in pleasure as my throat constricted around him.

But the damn phone went off again, the name Don Battaglia flashing on the screen like a warning. Three times with no answer. Matt was bound to be pissed.

“Answer it. He’s called twice already.”

Without waiting for him to agree, I answered the call on the car’s display before pushing his cock back into my mouth.

“Hello?” Max answered, his voice not faltering or giving away how he squirmed in his seat.

“Where the fuck are you?” My brother hissed into the speaker while Max tried to get me to stop, but I kept going, unrelenting.

“On my way to Providence.” I almost choked at his honesty. Hopefully Matt had no idea who lived in Providence, so there would be no way he could figure out why we were going there.

“Why is Jimmy at Dea Tacita during his fucking shift instead of being at my sister’s?

” I sucked harder, punishing him for giving away my secrets without even trying to keep them.

He squirmed again, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he relished in pleasure.

“And why didn’t you pick up the damn phone before? ”

“I was filling up the gas tank,” He quickly replied, trying his best to keep his grunts from escaping his mouth.

“It’s an electric car, you moron.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, but didn’t stop sucking his cock like my life depended on it.

“I brought the Bentley.” Max quickly saved with a lie.

“I warned you, Max. If I find out that you’re fucking my sister, I’ll cut off your damn dick and feed it to you. Am I clear?” Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked harder, my hand stroking his shaft at the same intense pace. I was more than sure Max was about to lose it at any second now.

“Got it,” He choked out before biting down on his bottom lip again and spilling into me.

His hips thrust forward, and I drank every last drop he had to give.

“–I don’t care what you have to do. Just get your fucking ass here on time. Dinner is tomorrow at eight,” Matt roared over the speaker, but if I didn’t catch the beginning of that sentence, I was more than sure Max didn’t even hear the end of it.

He swallowed his pleasure down hard, his head hitting the headrest in pure bliss as he wiped a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth with his thumb as he replied, “Sure thing, Boss.”

I was expecting to see a craving for revenge in his eyes, but what I saw was far from it. The only thing shining in those alluring blue eyes of his was hope.

Fuck me if I didn’t yearn to feel it, too.