Page 48 of Beautiful Torment (Empire of Kings #1)

ANGELO

“ G ood evening, Mr. Vitale,” the stewardess greets me as I step onto the jet. “Would you care for any drinks or meals once we’re in the air?”

“No. I’ll wait until morning.”

It’s late, and we’ll be flying all night to reach Seattle.

Abella chooses the chair adjacent to mine, while Genevieve sits across from me. The two women glance at each other briefly, and Nicky raises his eyebrows. Wisely, he chooses a seat away from the powder keg at the front of the cabin.

I could have sent Genevieve commercial, but it doesn’t align with my plans. It’s an issue for Abella that Genevieve wants to climb on my dick the first opportunity she gets. Admittedly, that spark of jealousy is the only thing getting me through this cold war.

Having Abella so close and not fucking her out of principle is getting tiresome. I need to see how far I can push her before she finally snaps. Only then will she begin to understand a fraction of what I felt for the past six years.

After a brief delay, we set off into the night.

Abella settles into her chair with a book while Genevieve and I work.

I have no need to work right now, and even less reason to involve Genevieve.

She’s a lousy assistant, but it wasn’t her qualifications that got her the job.

In truth, I can’t stand the woman. But she’s had it out for Abella for years, and I couldn’t think of anyone better to throw in her face.

I won’t lose sleep over using her as a pawn. She made her bed when she chose to fuck with my wife’s feelings the first time. For now, she’s bait on a hook—useful for reeling in what I really want.

We go over a few contracts, and I have her dictate some notes that serve no real purpose. She plays her part, requiring no encouragement from me. Between her fawning and flattery, she lays it on so thick I’m tempted to put a bullet in my own head if Abella doesn’t end this soon.

After thirty minutes or so, when the stewardess gives the all clear, Abella gets up and heads for the suite in the back of the plane. The door clicks shut behind her, and it irritates the fuck out of me.

She just left me out here… with this?

“Oh.” Genevieve pouts when I rise from my seat. “Are we done already?”

“Yes.” I glance at my watch. “I’m going to go fuck my wife. See you in twelve hours.”

I leave her there, speechless, and head for the suite. When I enter, Abella’s standing with her back turned, shoulders trembling as she cries quietly.

I should be satisfied with her tears. It’s exactly what I said I wanted. Forever, until the end of time. So I don’t know why I have this uncomfortable ache in my chest every time I see them.

She lied to me. She’s still fucking lying to me. I can’t fuck her secrets out of her. And apparently, I can’t scare them out of her either. But she has to know whatever it is, I’ll get to the bottom of it eventually.

“What did I tell you about this?” I close in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as I wipe her tears away.

“Why are you in here?” she rasps.

“Where would you rather have me?”

She doesn’t answer.

I bury my face against the curve of her neck and breathe her in. It goes straight to my dick, and I press it against her spine so she knows it.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drag her in here to take care of that for you,” she says, some of the bite returning to her voice.

My lips graze her ear as frustration spills out of me in a rough breath. “Are you, or are you not, the Vitale queen?”

“What significance is that title when you flaunt her in front of me?” she asks.

“Oh, cara .” I grind against her. “I thought you were stronger than that. If you don’t like the situation, fix it.”

She glances up at me, trying to interpret the meaning behind those words, and I let her stew on it.

“You should be ovulating right now.”

It’s a lie, but fuck it. Every day is ovulation day in my book.

She sinks back against me and responds in kind. “So do something about it.”

I bite at her earlobe, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Take off your clothes,” I murmur.

I catch a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes before she does as I ask. It tugs at something in my chest, and I make a point to ignore it as she peels off her clothes. I can’t be too soft with her, but I suppose I can level the playing field—for tonight.

I strip off my clothes and toss them into the same pile as hers. When she glances back and sees me naked, she stills.

Her lips part and her pupils darken as she drags her slow, unblinking gaze over the length of my body. She traces every line of ink on my arms and chest before her eyes drift back down my abs, all the way to my cock.

She stumbles over her breath, and that sound lodges itself in my groin. Fuck. I need to release this ache. I feel like I’m having withdrawals.

I direct her toward the bed and tell her to bend over. Reluctantly, she gives me one last heart-eyed glance and does as she’s told.

She stretches her torso across the bed, long, silky black hair spilling down the curve of her back.

Her feet stay planted on the floor, giving me an unobstructed view of her juicy, perfect peach of an ass.

Just below that is the little pink slit I’m so fond of.

In the span of two weeks, I’ve fucked every hole on her body. Now I want to do it all over again.

I stand behind her, fondling her ass with one palm as I stroke my cock with the other. The sight of my name branded on the back of her thighs brings out the animal in me. I could fuck her, but I haven’t yet punished her for leaving me alone with Genevieve.

I draw out her anticipation, lazily jacking myself off behind her. In the silence, her breathing accelerates, and goosebumps ripple over her bare skin.

“Angelo?” She glances over her shoulder, biting her lip as she watches me.

“Yes?” I continue stroking myself, eyes feasting on her body.

The poor little traitor looks so neglected, but she also can’t seem to drag her gaze away from me palming my cock. I’ve barely touched her, and already her arousal glistens against the seam of her pussy. The image of her bent over and aching for me is something I want to ink on my chest.

“Are you going to…” Her words drift off as she loses her courage.

“Am I going to what?”

She hesitates, and I hold her gaze.

“Fuck me.” She exhales.

I have to suppress a groan when those filthy words fall from her proper mouth. It’s tempting to smack her ass and make her say it on repeat just because I can.

“No.” I tighten my grip and pump harder. “Now spread your pussy so I can see it.”

She wavers for a moment, torn between her desire to please me and the modesty that’s been ingrained in her. When she obeys me, my balls draw tighter, throbbing with the need to unload.

She widens her stance and bares herself. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to sink inside that tight space made just for me, but I’m intent on proving a point.

“Stretch it apart,” I direct her, voice rough. “I want to see all of you.”

She inches her feet further apart, showing me more, but it’s not enough.

“All of it,” I order. “Use your hands and show me what I fucking own.”

She grabs her ass cheeks and stretches them apart as much as she can, giving me the best view on the planet.

“Look how goddamn pretty you are,” I groan.

She lets out a soft whimper, feeding off my praise like she’s been starving for it.

That single sound ratchets up the tension in my body.

I’m painfully hard and aching for a release.

Every muscle has tightened with the need to pump her so full of my cum, it drips down her thighs.

Just the thought of it shreds the last of my control.

“Stay just like that,” I rasp, fisting myself to the point of agony.

My balls contract, cock pulsing as all the pressure settles low in my gut. A rush of heat zips down my spine and explodes through my shaft. The release spills out of me in hot, relentless spurts of cum I shoot directly into her pussy.

I milk every last drop, guttural pleasure rumbling in my chest as I fill her up. I’m still coming down, abs contracting, breath heaving—and all I can think about is doing it again.

I drag my gaze over my wife, bent over and stuffed full, all that cum glistening inside her. Reaching down, I cup her between her thighs and shove two fingers into her warmth, pushing my release deeper. She clenches around me, wet and needy.

Leaning over her, I slide one arm beneath her waist and pull her upright, pinning her against me. She squirms around the fingers still hooked inside her pussy, urging me to do something—anything.

Instead, I withdraw, pulling out of her slowly. She whimpers at the loss, her head falling back against my chest. I turn her face toward me, coaxing her lips apart with my cum-soaked fingers. When I slide them over her tongue, she hollows out her cheeks and sucks them clean.

A primal growl of satisfaction vibrates in my throat. There’s never been anything hotter than Abella greedy for the taste of my cum. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the sight of her on her knees, swallowing everything I gave her.

I pull my fingers from her mouth and wrap them around her throat. She melts into me, pressing the naked skin of her back against my erection.

“You want to come, cara ?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I release her, and she watches in confusion as I settle onto the bed. Sprawling out across the mattress, I fold my arms behind my head.

“Then make yourself,” I tell her.

Her eyes burn a path over my body, consuming every inch of ink and muscle. When her attention drifts to the cock resting against my stomach, she stares at it like it’s her next meal.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks.

“Get creative.”

Her nipples tighten as she approaches the bed, uncertainty flickering across her face. She isn’t sure where to begin, but I trust the little deviant will think of something. I know she has a running list of ideas buried in that head of hers.