Page 58 of Legacy (The Sovereigns #2)

Angelo

I felt it as soon as she slipped from my arms and left the bed.

But I let her. I wait.

Too long.

She’s been gone too fucking long.

Something’s wrong.

I grab the gun from under the pillow, sliding out of bed with silent precision, muscles coiled, senses lit like a fuse as I stalk across the dark marble floors of the sitting room. Every breath is a blade in my lungs.

The balcony door is open. Curtains billow like ghosts in the breeze.

My heart stops.

I raise the weapon, vision sharpening on instinct.

Then I see her.

My wife.

Bare legs kissed silver in the moonlight, my black shirt hanging off her shoulders, swallowing her frame.

Both hands gripping the balcony rail, head tilted back to the stars like she’s daring them to fall, hair spilling down her back, a goddess in my fucking shirt, on my fucking balcony, with my name carved into her soul.

She doesn’t hear me.

Doesn’t even flinch when I lower the gun and set it down silently on the marble table. My pulse is still racing, but it’s not fear anymore .

It’s need.

The kind that claws down your spine and leaves you bleeding for her.

The kind that’s tangled with anger because she’s out here where the guards could fucking see her, standing in nothing but my shirt like a goddamn invitation.

The kind that has me moving before I can think, before I can stop myself from taking what’s mine.

I step forward and grab her by the back of the neck, hard enough to make her gasp, jerking her back against my chest. She stiffens for a single, perfect second before she melts into me, like her body knows who owns it.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I rasp against her ear, lips brushing her skin as I breathe her in, letting the scent of her calm the violence in my veins. “Don’t ever leave the bed without telling me.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispers, voice soft, but I can hear it, the need, the defiance, the unspoken I knew you’d come find me.

“You should’ve woken me.”

“I didn’t want to—”

“I don’t give a fuck.” My hand slides from the back of her neck to her throat, squeezing lightly, just enough for her to feel the promise there. The warning . The claim.

She leans into it, her breath hitching, and I feel it; the moment she surrenders.

The moment she asks for it.

“You standing out here looking like this,” I rasp, letting my free hand drag down her stomach, sliding lower until I feel the heat between her thighs, “begging for me to take you where anyone could see. You want to be a fucking problem tonight, Tesoro?”

Her fingers curl around the railing, knuckles white. “I want you,” she breathes. “Here.”

That’s it. The match to the gasoline .

I spin her around and slam my mouth over hers, tongue, punishment and possession, her gasp breaking into the kiss as I bite down on her lip hard enough to taste her moan. Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in, grounding herself while I steal every breath she has.

I force her back against the railing, caging her in, kissing her like I want to devour her. Like I will.

“You want the guards to see you like this?” I snarl against her lips. “Want them to see what you look like when I fuck you?”

“Maybe I want them to know who I belong to,” she whispers, eyes dark, wild, hungry. “Don’t you?”

My eyes flare, rage and desire colliding so hard it nearly splits me open.

“Tesoro,” I drawl, breathing hard, “why do you say shit that makes me have to punish you when I want to love you?”

I press my forehead to hers, trying to steady my breath, but she smirks.

Fucking smirks.

Something snaps.

“Fine,” I exhale, before I grab her shoulders and turn her around roughly, pushing her chest against the cold rail.

“Don’t fucking move.”

I rip the shirt up over her hips, exposing her to the air, to me, to the city that can’t fucking have her.

I freeze for half a second, then chuckle darkly.

“Adriana. No panties?”

“You tore them off earlier,” she breathes, voice shaky but defiant. “I’m running out of—”

Smack.

My hand cracks across her ass, hard, echoing in the night as she jolts, her breath catching in a broken gasp.

“Guess you’ll just have to go without,” I growl, palm smoothing over the sting I left, before gripping her hip, dragging her back against me so she can feel how hard I am. “You want to be a problem, baby? You fucking got it.”

Her breath catches as I grind against her, letting her feel how ready I am to ruin her against this railing where the whole fucking world could see if they dared look.

I shove my sweats down, just enough to free my cock.

“You feel that?” I whisper, letting my cock drag along her ass, teasing, heavy, leaking for her. “This is what happens when you walk out here like this. This is what you fucking do to me.”

She shivers, pressing back against me, the little whimper that slips from her throat going straight to my cock.

“I want it,” she whispers.

“You want it?” I snarl, fisting her hair and yanking her head back so she’s forced to arch for me, her body bowed, tits pressing against the cold iron rail.

“Yes,” she gasps, eyes fluttering, mouth falling open.

“Say it,” I demand as I press my cock between her legs, sliding it through her pussy without pushing in. “Say you want me to fuck you where anyone could see, Tesoro.”

“I want it,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “I want you to fuck me, Angelo. I don’t care who sees. I want them to know I’m yours.”

My grip tightens in her hair, the other hand sliding between her legs.

“You want them to see how you scream for me? How you fall apart on my cock? Is that what you want, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans, hips rolling, trying to take me inside, her desperation making me see red.

“Fucking needy girl,” I growl, lining up at her entrance, pushing just the head in, making her feel how wide I stretch her, how much I’m about to take.

“Please,” she gasps, trying to push back, but I hold her still.

“Nah, you don’t get to rush me, Tesoro,” I sneer, pulling out just to rub the head against her clit, making her buck and whine. “You want to act like my desperate dirty girl, begging for me out here, you’ll take what I give you. ”

“Please.”

“Say it right,” I snap, yanking her hair again.

“Please, Padrone, ” she chokes out, eyes wide, tears brimming from the stretch, from the humiliation, from the fucking need.

I freeze for a split second.

Padrone.

In my fucking language.

A dark, slow smile curls on my lips, heat punching through my chest, through every vein.

“Oh, you want me to be your master, my perfect girl?” I rasp, leaning over her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, rough and tender all at once. “You need your padrone to own you, huh?”

"Yes Padrone, " she breathes out, a smirk playing at her lips.

This woman.

“Oh, there’s my obedient girl,” I breathe, and then I thrust into her, hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that makes her scream.

I clamp a hand over her mouth as I start to move, each thrust a punishing claim, her walls fluttering around me as she tries to take it, her muffled screams breaking against my palm.

“You feel that?” I snarl, pounding into her, the slap of skin echoing off the stone. “That’s me splitting you open, filling you up so you never forget who fucking owns you.”

She whimpers, her body shaking, tears welling in those gorgeous eyes as she clings to the railing.

“You think the guards can hear you?” I bite at her ear, thrusting deeper, harder, angling until she’s crying out with every snap of my hips. “You think they’re listening to you moan while I fuck you out here like the filthy girl you are for me?”

She tries to shake her head, but I hold her still, forcing her to take it .

“Look at you, baby,” I hiss, letting go of her mouth just to slide my hand down, pressing rough circles against her clit. “Fucking dripping down your thighs, taking every inch of my cock, begging for it.”

“Please, please, I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna come for me? Out here where the guards could see your pretty face while you cream all over my cock?” I tease.

“Yes,” she gasps.

“You come when I say,” I snap, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in, making her scream. “You hold it, or I’ll pull out and leave you dripping and empty.”

She sobs, trying to obey, her body tight, trembling, the need to come making her eyes roll back.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand, fingers rubbing her clit mercilessly.

“You,” she sobs. “I belong to you.”

“Louder.”

“I belong to you!”

“That’s right,” I snarl, thrusting hard, relentless, feeling her clamp down around me. “Now come. Let them fucking hear you.”

She shatters, screaming my name into the cold night, body convulsing around me as she comes, soaking me, her legs nearly giving out as I hold her up, pounding into her through every pulse of her orgasm.

“Take it, Mia Regina ,” I growl, my thrusts getting sloppy, my balls tightening as I chase the edge. “Take every fucking drop.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, still trembling, pussy clenching so fucking tight.

That’s all it takes.

I bury myself deep, groaning low in my chest as I spill inside her, hot and heavy, marking her, claiming her, owning her completely.

I stay there, buried, our breathing ragged, her body limp against the railing as I hold her up, my forehead pressed to the back of her neck.

“Mine,” I murmur, softer now, kissing the sweat-damp skin behind her ear. “All fucking mine. ”

She lets out a soft, broken laugh.

"Fuck, Angelo. I swear you're never going to get me to behave if that's what you're after."

I chuckle, pressing another kiss to her neck, letting my hand smooth over her stomach, feeling the aftershocks still rolling through her.

“I’m not trying to make you behave, Tesoro,” I breathe, against her skin. “I just want you to remember who you belong to.”

She goes quiet for a moment, her hand coming up to brush over my knuckles where they rest against her stomach.

“Angelo…” Her voice is soft, unsure. “Were there… really guards who could see?”