Chapter 32 - Marco

I had Angela on my lap, but instead of discussing her father—who we'd just discovered was alive—or making her moan my name, we were talking about her crazy ideas.

Why did she suddenly think she wasn't what I wanted, that she wasn't good enough for me, and that I'd had another woman in my life? Where could she have gotten that from? I had to forbid her from going out with Mel.

"It doesn't matter how I found out about the woman in your past, but I know she made you happy and drove you crazy at the same time, just like I do."

I wanted to smile at the expression on her face—her eyes downcast, shoulders slumped, and lips twisted into a small pout, as if her favorite toy had been snatched from her hands.

"Yes, I've had two women like that in my life." Angela's eyes snapped up quickly, showing her shock at my admission. "The first I lost when I was still a child, on the same day I got this scar on my face. It was my mother."

She shook her head in denial when I said the last word, and though she flashed a small smile at me,

"Don't joke with me, Marco." She slapped my chest, pushing me back against the sofa. "Tell me about the other one, and be serious now."

"I'm being serious, darling. I'm being as honest as I can with you. But let's go—the second one still exists in my life. You've even met her." I said, and Angel took a step back on my lap, almost jumping away, but I stopped her. "The truth is, I still care about her, worry about what might happen to her, and I'm not ashamed to say I love her."

She pushed my chest and jumped off my lap with impressive speed. She took a deep breath, flaring her nostrils as if holding back tears, before turning her back to me.

"She's really lucky. So why didn't you choose her to marry? If you love her, why am I in her place?" She crossed her arms, still facing away from me, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, ignoring her struggles.

"Because it's a different kind of love..."

"I don't want to hear about the damn love you feel for her. Let me go!" she shouted furiously, writhing on my lap as she tried to break free. "I'm leaving today. You can marry your beloved, and I'll marry Filippo, and everything will go back to how it was."

I grabbed her neck in that instant, but despite my grip, she kept moving, wanting to get away, showing she wouldn't be intimidated by it.

Angela showed that the lessons were paying off and elbowed me, surprising me before trying to headbutt me. But I was faster and tightened my grip on her neck, turning her toward me and stopping her from moving.

"The only women I've ever worried about in my life are the women in my family." She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Melissa is the only one I love and who has driven me crazy and happy at the same time—that's something you two have in common."

"Don't lie to me, Marco." She said, despite the difficulty breathing.

I took her lips with brutality, drawing a low moan from her. Angela ground against me, and I sucked her tongue while sliding my free hand down her body until I reached her pants.

I yanked the fabric down to her knees with force and rubbed my fingers over her panties. Angela bit my lower lip hard, and I tasted the metallic tang in my mouth.

"I would never lie to you!" I growled, pushing her up. She was still dazed by the speed, and I took advantage to rip her pants off completely and pull mine down just enough for my cock to spring free, before pulling her back against me, her back to my chest. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you hard until you regret what you just said." I growled against her ear, sucking the lobe and nibbling her skin as I felt her hot, wet folds with my fingers.

I heard a grumble escape her in the form of a moan, and I slid a finger inside her. Angela grabbed my head, sinking her nails into my hair as she ground against my fingers.

Her other hand gripped my hard cock, and I fitted it between her lips, rubbing against her and prolonging the torture of not being able to bury myself inside her.

"Marco..." she moaned, writhing and closing her eyes, but I grabbed her chin firmly and turned her face to me.

"Yes, say my name! Say the name of the only man you belong to, the only one who will bury himself inside you and make you scream, begging for more."

Her eyes rolled back when I slapped my cock against her clit, and she nearly fainted with pleasure in my arms.

"Marco..." she gasped, grinding her hips and rubbing her soaked pussy against my member. "If I find out there's another woman in your life, I'll kill you."

Her words shocked me, and she sucked my lower lip where she'd bitten, before plunging her tongue into my mouth and kissing me again.

I pushed my knees between her legs, spreading them further, and thrust another finger inside her, feeling her tight walls protest. I had to stop calling her an angel—she seemed like a little devil when she grabbed my cock, squeezing before massaging it with both hands, moving up and down quickly, just as I was doing with my fingers inside her.

She was the picture of perdition, and I'd be in my own hell if this wedding didn't come soon.

She moaned louder, starting to lose control of her hips and hands' rhythm, telling me she was about to come. I grabbed one of her hands and set the pace as she threw her head back against my shoulder, screaming and coming on my fingers, taking me right after to spill my cum on her pussy and thighs, making a real mess.

"There will never be another." I growled, burying my nose in her neck and rubbing against the sweat starting to bead on her skin. "You were made for me, she-devil!"