Chapter 30 - Marco

I kissed her because I could see the whirlwind of questions swirling in her mind, and I couldn't answer them all right now.

The truth is, I didn't know what was happening to me, but aside from being happy about Mancini's death, I was completely relieved that I hadn't lost her.

It was strange to say that, especially when she shouldn't have this much importance to me, but from the moment they told me she had fled, a fear had spread inside me. Fear of losing Angela Mancini.

I couldn't believe this shit was happening to me, but just the thought of not seeing those eyes anymore, not smelling her perfume, or not having our skin touching sent a primal force screaming inside me. It was like there was a wild beast within me demanding her.

"Marco..." she moaned against my lips as I picked her up in my arms.

"Tell me what you want, angel. Tell me, and I'll give it to you!" I ordered, feeling the heat of her pussy against my cock as we rubbed against each other.

That wasn't my plan when I went after her. I just wanted to keep my eyes on her as a guarantee that I hadn't lost her, that she hadn't gone back to her father and wasn't dead.

But here we were, the shower water running between our bodies as we kissed, her breasts sliding tightly against my chest, and my cock fitting between the folds of her pussy with every movement.

"Make me yours..." she whispered the words almost breathless. "Make love to me!"

I bit her lower lip until it nearly bled and growled at her request, because doing that was something I wanted so badly, but I was trying to follow the rules, as hard as they were.

"You're not playing fair, angel." I dragged my thumb over her red, swollen lower lip, but that only turned me on even more. "Ask me for anything else. Don't tempt me beyond my capacity to endure."

"Why? You said just to command, and you'd give it to me. Don't you feel the same desire for me?"

"What I feel most is desire for you!" I pushed her against the nearest wall and pinned her against my body. "My urge is to fuck you right now, to thrust deep inside you and hear your screams and moans."

"And why... Why don't you do it?" she questioned, almost out of breath.

"Because I made a promise to follow the rules. You'd have to accept the marriage; I wouldn't force you no matter how much I wanted to, and I'd only be inside you after we married."

I regretted that vow so many times. If it weren't for them, she would already be mine; I would have made her sign the marriage certificate on the same day I stole her.

But I wanted to give her the choice, wanted her to see that I was the best choice for her and be so sure of it that not even her father could change her mind.

"That's stupid! I want you, and you want me. Why not end this once and for all? I already said I'd marry you. What more are you waiting for to make me yours?"

"You already are mine!" I growled, rubbing my lips against hers, and her nails scratched my shoulders, making my cock even harder. "You know that in the mafia, marriage requires the woman to be a virgin."

"And while I wait for your goodwill, you go out with as many women as you want, and I have to wait until the wedding," she said, turning her face away from me.

"Do you really think I've been with others since I stole you for myself? The only woman populating my thoughts since that day is you, Angela Mancini. I've jerked off so much I feel like I've gone back to adolescence." My confession made her eyes widen and her jaw drop. "Do you really think I'd touch another with my future wife in my house?"

"I... You... You didn't know I'd accept being your wife," she stammered, and I rubbed my fingers on her chin, loving how flustered she could get with so little.

"I always knew you'd be mine. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of kidnapping you." I slid my hand into the nape of her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling lightly, making her tilt her head. "I've been fascinated by you since the first day I saw your photo. It wasn't your body that attracted me or your father's title, but those eyes."

"My... eyes? They're brown, common, and boring."

"They're not common and definitely not boring. Your eyes hold a wild strength; they tell the magnitude of the power you don't even know you have."

Her eyes roamed my face, and she clung to my shoulders more firmly, lifting herself to kiss me. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, and I growled, digging my fingers into her hip, sinking into the soft flesh.

Angela moved up and down, rubbing her pussy against my cock, and I groaned harshly as I felt my member swell, desperately wanting to bury itself in that hot, tight pussy.

Her right hand slid down to where our bodies connected, and she gripped my cock firmly.

"You're so hard," she murmured, pulling her lips from mine.

"Angela, don't provoke me. I'm trying to keep my word here."

Her legs released my hips, and I opened my eyes, seeing her slide down from my lap.

"Since you're not going to give me what I want, at least distract me in another way," she said, batting her long lashes at me, and I flashed a wicked smile.

I slid my hand up her waist; I was about to kneel to devour that hot, wet pussy, when Angela knelt in front of me.

"What are you doing? Don't play with me, little angel," I growled, clenching my jaw as she held my cock in front of her face and licked her lips.

"You're going to have to guide me here. I don't know what to do."

She was going to fuck with my sanity; without a doubt, she was going to drive me crazy!

Sticking out her tongue, she licked me from bottom to top, exploring every inch of my cock, from the base up to the head.

I braced myself against the wall behind her, needing something to hold me steady so I wouldn't just thrust into that little mouth. Then, to increase my torture, she opened her lips and swallowed the head of my cock, making me roll my eyes.

"Fuck, Angela!" I growled, punching the wall, and she took me even deeper.

I punched the wall, seeing her eyes locked on my face, analyzing every detail, every change in me, and increasing the pace of her movements.

"Am I doing it right? Do you like it like this?" she asked when she pulled me out of her mouth. But she rubbed her lips on the head of my cock, as if kissing it and spreading my precum.

"Damn, woman! Suck me, Angela. Suck me hard."

And she did exactly what I wanted, taking me deep into her mouth. She was a true she-devil, torturing and fascinating me with her mouth, sucking my cock firmly, making me swell more and more.

I'd never come so fast from a blowjob, but Angel was showing me there was a first time for everything in life.

I grabbed her hair, unable to hold back, and guided her mouth, increasing the pace and thrusting my cock even deeper. Angela's eyes widened; her hands released my cock and gripped my thighs. I heard the sound of her gagging and could see she was running out of air, but I kept thrusting deep inside her, pounding my cock into her mouth. Her brown eyes filled with tears, and I groaned, unable to hold back any longer.

I tried to pull my cock out to not choke her with my cum, but her nails dug into my thighs, sinking into the skin, holding me in place and receiving the first spurts.

Angela kept her eyes locked on mine as I roared and emptied myself into her mouth until the end.

"Fuck! You're truly my downfall, angel." She finally released me and took a deep breath, licking one last drop that trickled from the head of my still semi-erect member. "Now come here—it's my turn!"