Page 27 of Angelo’s Vengeance (The Commission #3)

THEODOSIA

Later that afternoon, I texted Angelo.

Me: Bring pizza. And something fun. I’m bored.

He didn’t answer immediately, but I figured he was still busy with his meeting. Not to mention, I didn’t want to come off as clingy.

Frankie had already gone home, and Norris had retired after preparing some absurdly huge sandwiches for us. I wandered through the brownstone again, barefoot and buzzing with nerves, like I was waiting for something to happen.

Something did. Memories .

The gunshot. The pain. The weightlessness of falling.

It came back fast, hitting me like a sucker punch to the ribs. I sat down in the studio where my favorite lavender silk draped over a chair like a shroud and pressed my face into my hands, breathing deeply.

It wasn’t until a knock came on the doorframe and Angelo stood there with a pizza box and a bottle of limoncello in one hand, like some deadly delivery boy from my fever dreams, that I pulled out of it.

As always, he took my breath away—those thick thighs and beefy shoulders made me feel he was sturdy and reliable.

Yet, it was always his hands that captivated me—the veins stood out in sharp relief, showing how alive he was.

And those eyes burned with all the emotion he felt about everything .

“Piccola.” He entered the room, eyes searching my face and taking everything in. I was sure he saw the signs of distress and tears.

“You brought limoncello?”

“You mentioned something fun, but I wanted to get back as soon as possible, so this will have to do. Maybe we can make our own fun. ”

He stepped closer, eyes scanning me, and I knew he saw it all—the stiffness, the paleness, the leftover fear still clinging to me like shadow.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

I swallowed hard. “Not even a little.”

And when he came inside and sat beside me, brushing his hand against mine, I didn’t pull away. After setting the pizza box and the limoncello on one of the tables, he pulled me against him, running his fingers up into my scalp. “Lay your head on my shoulder, piccola . I’ll make it better.”

Closing my eyes, I breathed him in, letting my tears soak his shirt and allowing myself to feel the strength behind the cotton.

The heat of the muscles underneath it made my fingers itch to pick up some fabric, thinking about the buttons I could use to craft the perfect shirt for him, wrapping him up the way he deserved, stitching each detail myself.

Tilting my face up towards his, I found him already looking down at me, his eyes soft and open.

Maybe it was time for another risk. “Kiss me. Help me forget.”

Our mouths were so close already, we were almost there.

It was no effort for him to take that next step.

I could smell the heat of his breath as it mingled with mine.

I breathed in that cinnamon taste before he settled his mouth, his kiss demanding and hard.

Angelo kissed with ferocity, that gentleness leaving him as he took and took, sliding his tongue against mine, cradling the back of my head as he dove in over and over.

My core throbbed, and my whole body wanted to twine itself around him.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured against my lips as he slid to his knees, laying a hand on each thigh. “I’ll help you.”

Oh my God. Was he going to do what I thought he was?

I watched under hooded lids with bated breath, liquid pooling between my thighs as he slid off my loungers and my panties.

My focus was one hundred percent on the man between my thighs as he pushed my knees even further, massaging and kneading, peppering little kisses as he did.

Almost in a whisper, he said, “You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you?” He circled my pussy lips with his fingers as I whimpered. “So needy.” His eyes fluttered for a moment. “You’ll be the death of me. Fuck. Time to taste, baby. ”

Groaning, he licked me, taking his time.

He rubbed against my folds with his tongue, sliding it into my channel before he began his assault on my clit sucking it into his mouth as he pushed his whole face up against my pussy while he held my thighs wide.

Holy hell. Unable to stop myself, I ground against him the pleasure taking hold of me as he kept up a steady rhythm as he sucked and pulled on my clit.

Throwing my head back against the chaise, I allowed my eyes to close as the sensations swept over me.

“Oh God. I’m so close.” Everything hummed inside me as he spread me even wider, pushed even harder into me until I was screaming his name, white stars flashing behind my eyes.

He stroked me gently before redressing me, kissing me again so lovingly it almost brought tears to my eyes.

Sitting on his heels, he watched me with satisfaction.

“Hmm, that was my favorite meal of the day.” He caught me staring at his obvious hard-on and smirked.

“Can’t help how you turn me on, but don’t worry about that right now. ”

“I could help you out,” I offered. I wasn’t sure I wanted to take that step. I loved what had just happened, but if we took another step, then it would get even more complicated.

His eyes banked, and immediately the intimacy that we had been sharing passed. “That was just for you. Let’s get you fed, piccola .” He reached for the pizza.

I nodded, trying to banish the shadows from my thoughts. I was starving. It was hard to feel bad when he was with me. Angelo had always made me feel safe. Shoving a slice of pizza into my mouth, I took a giant bite and was rewarded with an approving grin from him.

Later, when he put me to bed in the guest room, I allowed myself time to wallow in my thoughts. If I gave in and agreed to the inevitable, maybe I wouldn’t be sleeping alone anymore.