For Angelo (Full-Length Standalone Italian Billionaire Romance) (32 page)

His sly gaze making her red, she lied, “No, of course not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I…I…”
 

“Because I could be persuaded…” He suddenly tugged her close, and as she tumbled against him, Angelo murmured in her ear, “Very easily.”

Oh.

The dangerous tone put her on alert, and she immediately tried getting away, but it was too late. In an instant, she found herself plopped down on his seat at the head of the table.

Another moment and Angelo had sunk down to his knees—

She squealed in shock. “Oh my God, what are you—”

Angelo was pushing her legs wide open.

“No, oh my God—”

She felt her panties being pushed all the way down.

“Angelo, please—aaaah!”

He disappeared under the table and started stroking her folds. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she fumbled for anything to hold on to—

Her fingers found a fork and wrapped around it reflexively…just as the door opened.
 

Her head jerked up, and Lane whitened at the sight of Fico.

“Signor Valencia, the chopper is—” The bodyguard broke off when he saw that that Lane was alone in the dining room. “Signorina, I was informed the master was here.”

Angelo chose that moment to plant his face between her legs, his tongue thrusting hard into her heat.

Her grip on the fork tightened, and she gasped, “Planting. I mean, gardening,
aaaahh
—” The forceful strokes of Angelo’s tongue made her brain malfunction.

Fico gazed doubtfully at the other set of doors in the dining room, which led to the garden. “I wonder if I should interrupt the master. Signor Valencia has never expressed an interest in the garden.”

Lane could only smile weakly. She was terrified a cry of pleasure would slip out of her the moment she opened her mouth.
 

“But the signor also said it is imperative we inform him the moment the chopper arrives,” Fico continued worriedly.

As the bodyguard spoke, Angelo chose that exact moment to switch his focus on her clit, sucking on the tiny swollen flesh while he thrust his fingers into her depths.

Moisture flooded out of her.
 

 
“Would you happen to know what the signor is doing in the garden, signorina?”

She turned to Fico. “He’s ah…”

Angelo fucked her hard with his fingers, and she struggled to breathe and keep her eyes from rolling back.
 

“Signorina?”

Oh my gosh, she was so wet, the chair’s cushion had to be soaking under—

She gasped, “Watering.” Fico blinked, and Lane forced herself to meet the bodyguard’s confused gaze even as the wetness continued to gush out of her. “The g-gardener told him there’s a new w-watering technique.”

Oh, Angelo.
 

The things you make me say and do.

“It’s v-very important, s-so don’t interrupt him.”

Fico said reluctantly, “If you say so, signorina.”

“Yes,” she managed to croak out even as she felt the powerful and familiar stirrings inside her body, starting from the pit of her stomach, traveling to her breasts and the sensitive, quivering core of her flesh.

“I’ll t-tell him you came.”
So please go.

“Understood, signorina.”

The door closed.

Angelo’s laughter filled the room.

But she couldn’t even get mad.

She was too busy coming in his mouth.

When the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Lane found Angelo lifting her off his chair and thought it was all over.

It was not.

Before she realized what he was doing, he already had her bent over the dining table, legs spread wide open. She heard the sound of him unzipping himself and shuddered with a moan. “A-Angelo, n-no—”

“Ah, but what you really mean is yes,” he crooned from behind. “Si?” He stroked her hair tenderly, just as he shoved his engorged cock into her in one fierce, deep motion.
 

The contrast in his actions was too much, and she started to cry out—

He clapped his hand over her mouth.
 

“Sssh,
tesoro.
You don’t want everyone to come running here?”

Her eyes widened.

Angelo released her mouth. His hips began to pump furiously behind her. His hands gently but firmly pushed her forward, and she found herself quickly moving the plates away before she could accidentally hit them.

His cock sank deeper and faster into Lane, the relentless pump of his hips driving her forward until her breasts were squashed against the table.

Lane began to see stars, and she covered her mouth quickly with one hand.

He tells me to keep quiet
, she thought helplessly,
but he makes it impossible for me not to scream.

Angelo really was a sadist—

His fingers bit into her hips as he shoved his cock balls deep into her.

Her body shuddered, and pleasure spiraled out of her body.

Her lips parted just as her hand fell limply away from her mouth.

She was coooooooming—

But Angelo’s hand was there to cover her mouth, and she came with quiet, shuddering cries.

Sadist.
The word whirled in her mind as the orgasm took over her body. He was such a sadist, but he was her sadist, and he always knew when to let her fall or when to be there for her.
 

After her second orgasm for that morning, the muscles in her legs felt like they were on fire, and what should have been a five-minute walk to the front door turned into ten.

“This is your fault,” she grumbled between her teeth while smiling her thanks at the guards who swiftly opened the doors for them.
 

“I know.” In contrast, Angelo’s words were lined with manly satisfaction. Kissing her on the cheek, he moved his mouth to her ear, whispering, “I almost forgot.” Before she could ask, he said softly, “I love you.”

And then he was walking away.

The front doors of the mansion had already closed behind Angelo before she could recover from her shock.

Oh my gosh, did she just—

She hobbled happily towards Umberto, her spirits so high that she found herself forgiving Angelo for forcing her to take his limousine to uni.
 

“Good morning, signorina.” Umberto allowed himself a polite smile as the signorina beamed and returned his greeting.
Such a moody child
, he thought fondly. Just a few seconds ago, she had looked like she carried a grudge against the master, and here she was now, looking quite besotted.

When Lane was inside the car, Fico immediately handed her a beautifully wrapped box and a card.

“For you, signorina.”

“Umm…thanks.” She took out the card from the envelope first.

Call me as soon as you open your gifts.

AV

Her heart skipped a beat.
 

Fingers trembling, she carefully unwrapped his gift, which was a pair of ballet flats made of black lace and velvet.
 
There was a note tucked inside the shoebox. The first line read—

Wear them, my Lane. They’ll make walking easier for you after last night.

Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Taking the shoes out, she stored her existing pair in the box and slid her feet in the new ones. A wry smile touched her lips. It wasn’t just wonderfully comfortable. It was the perfect fit, too, as expected from Angelo.

Her gaze moved back to Angelo’s note.

Open the cooler. My next gift is in it.

She did as instructed and inside the cooler, she saw a set of imported ready-to-drink tea in artisan-painted bottles. The first bottle came with a note as well.

Drink this, tesoro. It is good in relaxing both mind and body.

 
It should help you cope with my demands tonight.

Lane’s hands flew to her burning cheeks at the note. He had clearly perfected the art of embarrassing her, with the way he could make her blush even when he wasn’t around.

Uncapping a bottle of tea, she took a small sip. The liquid was ice cold, minty, and sweet.
The perfect blend,
she thought ruefully.

Taking her phone out, she called Angelo and had another sip as his phone started to ring.

Angelo answered on the third ring, asking silkily, “Did you like my gifts, my Lane?”

“Y-yes.” She felt shy all of a sudden. It almost didn’t feel right that he was being this sweet towards her, and a part of Lane was questioning what she could have done to deserve it.
 

“Good.” His voice turned brisk. “If I may, I would like to ask a favor.”
 

Oh.
His words almost sounded like she had been bribed, but she quickly pushed the thought away and told herself she was being silly.

“What is it?” She nervously took a sip of her tea.

“Could you buy us condoms?”

Lane spewed out her tea.
 

Angelo’s chuckle was the sound of pure, wicked pleasure, and she knew – she just knew he had anticipated her reaction and had planned everything – the tea, his suddenly serious question, his shocking words.

Everything!

She cried out, “Sadist!”

And her fallen angel didn’t even bother to deny it, saying mildly, “The very best there is.” And oh, how her heart ached in the most agonizingly sweet way at the words.
 

“It’s why all the women want me, my Lane. It’s why,” he purred, “you want me.” His voice lowered. “But lucky you, you’re the only one who has me in your bed.”

Her toes curled hard at his words, but she managed to say, “In your heart, too.” And even as she could feel her face heating up, she teased, “I’m t-the only one in your heart.”

Pause.

Then Angelo said finally, “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

Her eyes widened. Was that awkwardness she heard in his voice? “Are you…
embarrassed
?” And as soon as she said it, she knew it was true, and she couldn’t help bursting into a peal of giggles.

“Getting ahead of yourself, are you, my Lane?” Even though his tone was exasperated, she could hear the smile in his voice, too, and the sound was enough to keep her toes permanently curled.

“I was about to tell you I was only kidding about the condoms,” he drawled.

Wait! What? She sat up straight. “Angelo—”

“But I changed my mind.”

She squeaked in protest. “Angelo, I—”

“Buy the largest size you can find, my Lane. Choose a flavor you like.”

She stammered, “But I’ve never—”

“Don’t even think of coming to the office without them.”
 

Click.

Angelo had ended the call.

She collapsed on her seat. Oh my gosh, he was such a sadist! How could he even make her—

“Is everything alright, signorina?” Umberto asked from the driver’s seat.

“Umm…” She cleared her throat. “Could we, err, stop by at a 7-11?”

****

The hours she spent in Angelo’s workplace were even worse, in the most sadistic sense. The moment she arrived, he had called her to his office immediately, and his first words were, “Have you bought it, my Lane?”

And when she had nodded, he had murmured those two words that she hated and loved.

“Good girl.”