Page 12 of Legacy (The Sovereigns #2)

Scarlet

A ngelo has wrecked me.

I don’t think I can come without his hand around my throat. His tongue on my skin or the weight of him over me.

His tongue flicking on my clit, is catastrophic.

If he didn’t own me before, he does now.

My fingers brush through his hair as I grind my hips against his mouth, a choked gasp escaping me.

If we aren’t acting like best friends on the couch, watching some sort of detective show and eating too much junk food, then I’m either coming on his cock or on his tongue.

This man has eaten me out more times then he’s fucked me.

And I can’t complain.

The waves of pleasure crash into me so hard I can’t utter a word, just tremble as he grips my hips hard and keeps licking my clit through the pulses of my orgasm.

I don’t even feel him move as I lay limp in the after until his lips are on mine and I taste myself on his tongue.

He thrusts into me, biting down on my neck, groaning into my skin.

“Fuck, you feel like home,” he grunts out.

The sheets twist beneath us, hot and damp, the faint creak of the bed headboard punctuating each slow thrust .

No condom.

Again.

He’s a lucky bastard I’m on the shot.

His thrusts are consuming.

Hard, but slow.

His hand firm on my hip, keeping me where he wants me. He hits that fucking spot. The one that makes me feel like I’ve died and come back to life, my pussy floods and the sound of him thrusting into me is erotic, spurring on my arousal.

His hand leaves my hip to wrap around my throat. My heart flutters.

Fuck.

I love this.

I love the feel of his possession.

I love the feel of his cock hard and warm sliding against every nerve that lights me up.

I love—

No.

“Fuck!” I cry out as he thrusts harder.

“Where’d you go?” he whispers against my lips pressing a hard kiss to them. “I need you locked in when I fuck you.”

I lock eyes with him as he thrusts again and I gasp, his hand tightening around my throat, his nose brushing against mine as his thrusts get torturously slow.

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs tighten his fingers.

My pussy responds for me, squeezing.

“I’m keeping you.”

I gasp my eyes on his. His pupils blown wide, his lips brushing against mine, his body so tense as his cock drags against my walls.

His forehead rests on mine.

I whimper, so close to falling apart.

He can’t keep me.

But I want him to .

Tears start to form at the corner of my eyes.

His lips erase them and he thrusts into me again as I shatter.

“Shh,” he soothes, “That’s right Tesoro, all you have to do is come for me.”

His thrusts continue as I come, my thighs shaking, my body unraveling.

His grip loosens as he groans out my name spilling inside me.

Beautiful

Wrong.

Sacred.

Filling me up with the only part of him I can keep.

***

“Leaving me already?”

He startles me, and I chuckle.

“You knew this, we talked about this last night,” I respond trying not to catch his gaze in the mirror.

“I have a thing with my family before we leave for home.”

Home.

It doesn’t feel like home anymore. Not when everything I want is behind me.

His hands wrap around my waist from behind. He presses a kiss to my neck. He reaches for the collar of my blouse and pulls it down a bit before grunting.

“You’re covering up all my marks?”

I chuckle, grabbing my lipstick and gliding it across my lips.

“Yes, I can’t exactly go to this thing covered in hickeys.”

His eyes meet mine in the mirror.

Damn.

We look so good together .

Especially when he’s dressed in all black, looking like sin.

He doesn’t know the real me.

“Yes you can,” he drawls licking up my neck slowly as I watch our reflection. My breath stutters. “Everyone should know who you belong to.”

My eyes drop and I turn toward him.

“Angelo—”

“Meet me back here after,” he says, cutting me off. “Don’t say no. Just meet me when you’re done.”

I sigh and look up into his beautiful, shining eyes.

I shake my head. “I leave tonight,” I whisper, as if saying it quietly will make it less true.

He stares at me, his eyes swirling with emotions I can’t place.

His jaw clenches.

“Then let me meet your family. I can make a deal. I’m excellent at negotiating when I want something.”

“That won’t work.”

“It can, my family is pretty powerful Scarlet, we have a lot to offer.”

His desperation is tilting my whole world off its axis.

“Mine is too,” I challenge.

This won’t work.

It can’t.

He frames my face with both hands. “You’re not leaving. I will follow where you go if you do.”

My breath catches, the way his eyes darken, the tension in his grip.

I reach up and graze his jaw with my finger tips. His grip loosens and his shoulders sag, the tension releasing.

“Okay,” I breathe, as his forehead rests on mine. “I’ll meet you back here after.”

** *

Luciano and I follow our father toward the hotel’s conference room. But just as Papá steps through the doors, Luciano slows, gripping my arm tight and pulling me back. He leans down, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.

“I know who you’ve been with this past week. This should be fun.”

He releases me and walks ahead. His dark chuckle unnerves me, and my stomach drops.

He’s going to tell papá.

I’m a dead woman.

I walk into the room, shutting the door behind me, my head down and lost in thought. I don’t realize how heavy the silence is until I look up.

Angelo.

His eyes lock on mine.

Dark.

Angry.

My eyes flick to Luciano’s grin before I realize what I’ve been missing.

Santo.

The guy from the bar, he’s sitting beside an older man. A man I know.

Marcello Amato.

My father’s rival.

Fuck.

Angelo Amato.

How did I fuck this up?

I’m trapped in this room of glass and chrome, clinical and cold. The air is suffocating—thick with testosterone and unsaid threats.

“A woman?” Marcello chuckles. “You bring a woman into negotiations Castillo?”

“That’s my daughter, and you’ll address her with respect,” my father snaps. “Adriana leads the entire jewel port sector. She commands it.”

I can’t look.

I stand behind my papá’s chair like a child.

I can feel Angelo’s eyes on me. I can taste the tension.

“If you want an alliance Castillo we want in on that port.”

“Not without guarantee Adriana is still a part of it,” my father counters.

Marcello’s brow raises. “An arrangement then?”

My brows furrow.

Arrangement?

“That works. Adriana is eighteen.”

“Untouched?” Marcello asks and I almost die on the spot.

What the actual fuck! I’m not marrying that man.

“Of course,” my father answers like I’m cattle.

“Then I offer an arrangement of marriage with Santo,” Marcello responds.

I almost choke, my eyes flick to Angelo’s, but his are on his brother, whose head whips toward his father as he grits words out in Italian.

“Hush Santo,” Marcello says a hand raises in his direction. Santo’s jaw clenches and his dark gaze hits mine.

A shiver jolts down my spine.

He’s unsettling.

“Only a deal if we keep half ownership to the port,” my father speaks.

Marcello curses and slams his fists to the glass conference table.

Guns draw. The quiet click of triggers fills the room like a chorus of death notes. My pulse jumps as chrome barrels glint under the overhead lights.

“That’s an insult and you know it,” Marcello says dangerously low.

Angelo and Luciano guns drawn at one another.

I sigh.

I hate this life.

“Then no deal.”

My father stands abruptly. “Lets go.”

I follow my father out of the room.

My head swirling, my heart pounding, Luciano passes by me swiftly, catching up to our father .

They round the corner toward the elevator, leaving me behind as I try to will the shaking in my body to stop. A warm hand grips my shoulder—and I know it’s him by his scent. It makes my heart clench. He turns me and his eyes hold none of the desire or kindness from this morning.

“Did you get whatever intel you needed?” he demands.

“What? I-”

“Save it,” he scoffs.

“You were good.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t suspect a thing.”

“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t—”

“Did Luciano have a good laugh?” he chuckles darkly.

“That son of a bitch always did find ways to get under my skin,” he shakes his head again and begins to pace, “but sending you ?” he runs his hands through his hair. “That was evil, he lives up to his name.”

“He didn’t,” I try to say as tears well up in my eyes. Angelo grabs my face between his hands, his face inches from mine.

The hallway blurs behind him; just the two of us, alone in a moment that feels carved from glass and fire.

“Don’t,” he warns his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You—” his gaze flicks to my lips before meeting my eyes again ”—you were a mistake.”

I gasp because that’s all I can do as my heart shatters in my chest and the tears finally fall, he releases my face and just walks away.

Angelo has wrecked me.