Page 56 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

“I never meant to hurt you. All I fucking breathe is you. Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll pull out and walk up to the office as if none of this ever happened.”

How could I say the words if, even when inebriated, I couldn’t fathom the idea of pushing him away? Especially now that I knew our days were numbered.

Instead, I pushed back into him, swaying my hips to the sound of the music while I reveled in the way he filled me, stretched me, branded me on this fucking dance floor in a crowd of people.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you. This is just me having fun before I’m owned forever, like a damn dog.”

Max pulled back slightly, only to plunge back into me with a force I wasn’t expecting. If he wasn’t holding me, I would have tumbled forward.

“Can we not mention other men while I fuck you? Or do you want me to make a damn scene out of this?” I knew he wouldn’t, but the imagery was enough to have my pussy pulsing around his erection. “Jesus, don’t squeeze me like that.”

Max wrapped his hand around my hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss me. There was heat and lust in the way our tongues moved in unison. But there was so much more than that. I never wanted him to stop kissing me. How fucking weak was I?

With his free hand, Max pressed down on my lower belly, and the pleasure from his shallow thrusts intensified tenfold. The slight sting on my skull as he pulled back on my hair sent an electric current made out of pleasure shooting straight to my clit and I was pulsing around him again.

“How hard are you going to come for me, Angelo ?”

“So fucking hard,” I admitted, my eyes tightly shut as the build up to my orgasm became more than I could bare.

He hardly had to move, but the circumstances, the forbiddenness of having sex in the middle of so many people, the fact they could catch us at any minute was turning me on to a point that I didn’t need much longer to fall apart in his arms.

“I need you to be a good girl now and be quiet when you come. Can you do that for me?” My words were lost to bliss, so I merely nodded as I started to fall into that darkness made of rapture, pleasure, and stars of all fucking colors.

I did my best to stay quiet, biting on my lower lip as my orgasm began to tear through me with a blinding force.

“Max! There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The distinct voice boomed right from beside us. Jimmy. “Don Massimo is here, looking for you.”

My eyes couldn’t have shot wider if I tried, and still, my whole body spasmed with the violence of the pleasure coursing through me. I tried to hide it, and it took all my strength and concentration to stop that brakeless train.

“Jimmy, I need you to get the fuck out of here right now, or I swear to God, I’m going to shoot you.”

Max was pointing his gun at him, waist high, so as not to draw too much attention. Jimmy’s hands shot up before a chuckle left his mouth.

Max’s hand wrapped around my hair. My back arched. The way we were connected. There was no way he didn’t understand what the hell was happening.

Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as the realization hit, then he turned around with a crooked grin on his face. Oh God! Kill me now.

“Sure thing, I’ll tell him you’ve left for the night. Have fun.”

We didn’t move. We barely breathed, even if just seconds before, I was heaving.

There was no need for a reply before he stormed off into the crowd, leaving me frozen, mid-orgasm. The frustration was physical. I could feel myself hanging on by that thread that didn’t give like a torturous limbo.

I slumped forward slightly, succumbing to that damn feeling.

Before I could fall deeper, Max tugged on my hair again, dragging my attention back to him.

His voice was darker now. Possessive.

“No, no,” Max tugged on my hair again, forcing me to straighten up, “He is not stealing your orgasms from me, or I am going to kill him. Do you understand? So if you want Jimmy alive tomorrow, you better give me what’s mine.”

Max kissed me again, his gun coming to settle on my stomach. When he felt me slightly flinch, he slid it down further, the muzzle now pressing against my clit.

“Look at you. Being fucked in a crowd while your fiancé is upstairs. We should have told Jimmy to send him down so he could see you come undone. So he could at least once see how fucking beautiful you are when you come. And on my cock, nonetheless.” His thrusts and his words were building me back up, but the way his gun was pressing on that spot that ached for attention was definitely sending me into overdrive quicker.

“Do you think he can see us, Princess? Hmm? Do you think he can tell from all the way up there that I’m buried in this greedy cunt of yours?

” He whispered into my ear, his lips grazing my skin and branding me with his possession.

“Maybe by the way your pretty mouth falls open when you push back and I sink into you? Or the hot flush of lust on your cheeks? No, I think it’s the glaze in those green eyes of yours that tells the world you’re being claimed by the only man who can make you feel this good. ”

My legs trembled as he applied more pressure to the tip of his gun, drawing small circles over and over again.

“Oh, God!” I moaned.

“You like that, don’t you? My gun tasting just a hint of this sweet little pussy?” I nodded in response, but it wasn’t enough for him. “Say it. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you.”

“I love it. God, I love it so damn much,” I said, my voice coming out shaky and a little louder than it should.

”Shh. Piano, ragazza. Slowly, baby. Hold on for just a little bit longer. This time, we’re coming together. Take me to heaven with you, Baby.”

Max ground his hips into me, pulling out only just slightly. The hand wrapped in my hair tightened its hold while his gun worked my clit expertly. I couldn’t hold on much longer if he kept up this pace.

“And you said you couldn’t come if you weren’t the one in control. Look at you, completely at my mercy, trembling with the need to let your orgasm tear you apart. Tell me, Princess, how are you ever going to survive on that meek little vibrator of yours after this?”

“I’ll have a husband.”

“He is not fucking touching you. Promise me.” He thrust harder, and if it wasn’t for the loud music, the crowd around us would have heard the moan that escaped my throat without permission.

Before I could hold it back, Max’s last thrust shoved me straight into that free fall of ecstasy. I bit back the moan that fought to be released as I gave in to the pleasure.

It didn’t take much longer for Max to follow my lead. His teeth sank into my shoulder as his whole body shuddered with the power of his own release.

“Promise me,” He whispered once his lust gave way to consciousness again.

“Forever is a long, long time,” I managed to reply. “Besides, what the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t feel, right? It’s not like you’re going to be there to see it happen.”

I took a step forward, pulling him out of me, not even caring about the trail of cum that leaked down my legs.

“I’m going to clean up before I enjoy the rest of my party. Maybe you should go check on what my fiancé needs from you.”

Max’s eyes had darkened. Morphing completely into black eyes that spoke of death and possession. Maybe obsession or even resignation.

What could he do? Nothing.

Both of our hands were tied, and the knots were my family’s blood.

I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen. Or maybe this was the goodbye we both needed before facing our reality.

In a week, I’d be Mrs. Massimo. A mafia queen married to the wrong brother.

And when I said ‘I do,’ it wouldn’t just be a vow. It would be the funeral of a girl who once believed love could win it all.