Page 67 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

MAX

Everyone was gone. The echo of their footsteps barely faded when I grabbed the heaviest plank I could find from the shattered pews and dropped it across the cathedral doors. The thud echoed like the gunshots that had just been fired in this very space.

Alison jumped in fright, her hand covering her heart as if it was about to leap from her chest.

No one was coming in now, because I needed to seal our promise of forever. No one was taking her away from me ever again.

I turned, and there she stood. My angel.

“Mine,” I growled, stalking toward her like a starving man. “You’re mine now, Angelo .”

She stood still, waiting for me, breathless, her eyes locked on mine like she knew I was about to wreck her, right here, in the house of God. And she craved every minute of it.

I scooped her up, felt her tremble in my arms, and laid her flat on the marble altar. The cold stone of this sacred place should have tempered her fire, and still, her eyes begged for my sin.

“Look at you,” I rasped, kneeling between her legs, pushing the white fabric up to her waist. “ La mia rovina . My ruin .”

I dragged my fingers up her thigh, tracing the light from the fractured stained glass above us. Alison was already wet, the white lingerie slick with her arousal.

“Tell me you’re mine forever, Alison,” I whispered against her skin, kissing the scar on her leg, worshiping the strength of a woman capable of defying death. “Say it.”

“I’m yours forever.”

“What God joins together, no one can put asunder. And he’s watching, Baby.”

“No one will ever tear us apart. I belong to you.” Her confession was drenched in both conviction and love.

“Good. Because I've been yours since the moment I first saw you. Now,” I paused for a moment, licking up her inner thigh with deliberate calm. “Tell me to put a baby in you.”

“Oh, God,” She moaned. My tentative little bites coming closer to her pussy were driving her insane. “Put a baby inside of me.”

“Nah-ah. The way you know I like to hear you say it.”

“Please, Baby,” She begged, her voice dragging at the same pace as my tongue. “Please fill me with your cum.”

That snapped the last thread of my control. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

My cock was already heavy, aching to be pushed into her sweet little cunt. I freed it, grabbed her hips, and drove myself into her pussy in one deep, brutal thrust. She gasped in pleasure, a sound that didn’t belong in church, but sure as fuck belonged to me.

“Fuck, so tight,” I growled into her neck, fucking into her like I could imprint my shape inside of her. “This is where I belong.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Claim me. I’m yours.”

I snapped my hips harder, watching her body slide on the marble with every thrust. My angel, desecrated by my hands, my cock, my filthy need. I should’ve felt guilty, but all I really felt was relief.

I grabbed the holy oil sitting on the altar, tore the seal with my teeth, and poured it straight down her navel, watching it drip down her pussy.

“You’re my salvation,” I breathed, coating my fingers and reaching between her ass cheeks, circling that tight, virgin hole I’d fantasized about more times than I could admit. “Tonight, I’m taking everything.”

“Yes,” she moaned, eyes wild, lips swollen. “Take all of me.”

I stretched her gently, but my patience was done. My cock throbbed, dripping, needing more. I pulled out of her pussy, slick with her wetness, and pressed the head to her ass, oil-slicked and ready to claim her.

“Tell me to stop,” I rasped, my chest heaving with barely there restraint.

“Never,” she whispered. “I want you, Max. In every way.”

I almost lost it. The head of my cock breached her, and fuck, she was so damn tight. My hands shook from doing my best to hold back. Slowly, I pushed deeper, inch by fucking inch, until I was buried to the hilt, my balls resting against her slick and juicy ass cheeks.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I gritted out, gripping her hips so tight she’d bruise. “You feel like heaven. Are you okay? Is this okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m absolutely fine.”

Before I started to move, I pushed two fingers into her pussy, watching her chest heaving as I started pumping them. In unison, I thrust slowly, my thumb coming up to circle her clit.

Alison arched her back in undeniable pleasure, her hips bucking to meet my pumps halfway.

Slow at first, but control was a myth with her. She whimpered, trembled, but never once told me to stop. Her breathy little moans spurred me on, her nails clawing the altar like she needed leverage while her legs shook with the intensity of her pleasure.

“That’s it, Baby. Take me. Take every inch,” I whispered, my voice raw.

I felt her tighten, felt her walls flutter, even here, and that was almost enough to have me undone.

“Max,” she sobbed, her orgasm building like never before. “I’m going to come.”

That fucking did it for me, too.

Our orgasm ripped through us with savage intensity.

Alison’s moans were the blissful prayer I’d gladly hear every night for the rest of my life.

She trembled beneath me, trying to control her erratic breathing as I held her close to me.

She shook in my embrace from the force of her orgasm while I soothed her with kisses and whispered Italian endearments into her hair.

“ Sei mia. Ti amo. Per sempre .” You're mine. I love you. Forever.

This was our sacrament. Our filthy, sacred claim. This was us sealing a fate we never thought we’d have.

***

The reception hall had been transformed with remarkable speed. What was supposed to be Alison’s wedding to my brother had become an impromptu celebration of our engagement, and somehow it felt more right than anything that had been planned.

The caterers had simply removed the “Vincenzo & Alison” placards and replaced them with champagne and dancing. The flowers remained, the music continued, and the joy was real in a way it never would have been before.

My future mother-in-law was an absolute slayer when it came to event planning, and even after a shooting, in under thirty minutes, she’d managed to erase any trace of what would have been their wedding party.

“You know,” Matt said, appearing at my side with a glass of whiskey, “I had to call in some serious favors to clean up that mess at the cathedral.”

“How bad was it?” I asked, accepting the drink gratefully. “You know I prefer rum, right?”

“No brother-in-law of mine prefers that shit over a glass of Macallan. It was a total shit show,” he replied with a dark chuckle.

“But you know we’ve got people specialized in making problems disappear.

The official story is that there was a gas leak that caused structural damage.

No mention of gunfights or cartels.” The plural in that statement made me smile. We .

“And Diego?”

“Recovering at a private facility with your brother for a room buddy. I thought we could make it easier for Camila to be with both.” Matt’s expression grew serious. “We’re handling it, Max. All of it.”

I nodded, grateful for his efficiency, as if I ever had a doubt. What I hadn’t foreseen was the way, after everything, he still treated me like one of his. Not one of his men. His family. His friend, as we’d grown to become.

“Besides,” Matt continued, his stern expression softening slightly, “it’s not every day my little sister gets engaged to the right man.”

“The right man?” I raised an eyebrow.

“You saved her life today, too. And more importantly, you make her happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

Before I could respond, Lorenzo came running up to us, his little legs carrying him across the dance floor with determination.

“ Tío Max!” Uncle, he called out, and my heart clenched at the title. “Mama says you’re going to marry Tía Alison!”

“That’s right, piccolo ,” little one , I said, crouching down to his level. “How do you feel about that?”

“ Acho genial ,” I think it’s brilliant, he said enthusiastically, mixing Spanish, Portuguese and English in his speech gave him an extra edge of cuteness. “You smile when you see her. Mama says smiling is important.”

“Your mama’s very smart,” I replied, ruffling his hair. “Where is she, by the way?”

“Having some cake.” Lorenzo looked around the room, stopping when he spotted her. “There she is. This party is fun. Is it your birthday?”

“In a way,” I replied. In a way that it had become the most important day of my life. A rebirth of sorts. “Want to dance with your new aunt?”

His face lit up like the Fourth of July. “Can I?”

I looked around the room and spotted Alison dancing with Liam, her white dress swirling around her as they moved. She looked radiant, her face flushed with happiness and exertion. That smile that stole my breath away every single time.

“ALISON!” I called out, and she turned, her eyes brightening even more when she saw Lorenzo.

“Lorenzo!” She exclaimed, breaking away from Liam and rushing over. “Look at you, so handsome!”

“ Tío Max says I can dance with you,” he said shyly.

“I would be honored,” she replied, holding out her hand. “But you’ll have to teach me. I’ve never danced with someone so important before.”

I watched them move onto the dance floor, Lorenzo standing on Alison’s feet as they swayed to the music. The sight made my chest tight with emotion. This was what I’d been fighting for without even realizing it. Not just Alison, but this family, this belonging I’d never really had.

“You look happy,” Vincenzo said, appearing at my side in a wheelchair, his arm in a sling but his eyes alert. “Finally got what you wanted.”

“You should be in the hospital,” I said, but I was smiling. This wasn’t the time to hold grudges. Besides, I’d gotten everything I wanted in the end, with no more shadows from the past to haunt me at that.