Chapter 60 - Angela

My plans for going there weren't that at all, for sure—I just wanted to burn off all my energy until I could get back to bed. But Marco had just changed my plans.

Without caring about the blood, the dirt, my nightmare, or the brutality of everything there, he picked me up in his arms and gave me an orgasm, seeming insane with jealousy and possessiveness. And I'd loved it.

"Now it's my turn!" I settled onto his lap, opening the robe and finding his cock hard as rock, ready for me. I braced my feet on the floor and aligned his cock at my entrance, sinking down slowly. "Hummmm..."

"Fuck, yes!" He growled, landing a slap on my ass that made me bounce on him, swallowing more of his cock. "Ride your man, she-devil."

I didn't need another request before placing my hands on his shoulders and starting to rise and fall. His member filled me perfectly; every time I sank down, I felt like I could die from being impaled by him, but when I rose, I felt how empty I was without him.

Thinking about it made me even needier, and I increased my movements, starting to kiss and lick his neck, sliding my tongue from his marked jaw to his collarbone.

I closed my teeth against his skin, biting him hard with his cock buried to the base inside me, and with a grind, I heard Marco's grunt echo.

"See, you bastard, how my woman really fucks with her man?" I heard him say, and I lifted my eyes to see Marco staring at Filippo. "You never had a chance—Angela was mine from the first time I saw her photo."

"Why?" I asked breathlessly, and his eyes returned to me. "Why was I already yours?"

"Because we've always been soulmates—wild even before we were broken. You're the fucking She-Devil of the Camorra, the only one who could rule by my side!" He declared, making my heart skip a beat and a flutter settle in my belly. How was it possible that I felt like I was falling even more in love with him in that moment?

I grabbed his face, plunging my tongue into his mouth and resuming rising and falling on his cock. Marco's large hands gripped my ass, and with ease, he started lifting and lowering me on his lap, making me ride him.

"Ahhhh... yes, just like that," I moaned, pulling away to watch him bite his lips as he made my whole body bounce on him.

Our skin slapped together, echoing in the place, and I leaned forward, stretching my hand to the table behind him to grab the gun. Marco chose that moment to latch onto my breast, sucking hard on the nipple and making my walls clench around him.

Our moans echoed through the basement, and I gripped his hair, pressing him against my breast even over the nightgown fabric. It was a completely new sensation, and I loved feeling his tongue wrapping around the fabric in his struggle to envelop my nipple.

"Tell me, angel. Tell me who you belong to and who's the only owner of this body!" He ordered as he slid his hands over my body until reaching my ass again.

His fingers squeezing my flesh, marking me possessively as he liked to do. Then he slid up my back, and the other hand over my belly, passing my breasts and squeezing them to the point of ripping a scream from me when I felt him twist my nipple before switching and doing the same to the other.

Marco only stopped when he reached my neck, and his fingers wrapped around my nape while the other hand grabbed my chin, keeping my head in line with his. Our eyes connected, locked on each other as they'd been from the start.

He was right when he said I belonged to him—no one else could cause that in me, and never would. That sense of belonging, of being home, that insane connection we'd had from the beginning—there'd be no one else for it.

"You. I belong to you, Marco Falcone," I grabbed his hands and smiled at him. "And you belong to me!"

"Only to you, my she-devil!" He growled, grabbing my hips again to help with the movements.

Our moans started to blend, mixing with the erotic sound of our connected sexes. I was already a pool of desire and building pleasure, but there was one thing I wanted to do. It was time to end it all.

I rose one more time, managing to reach the gun this time, and felt my orgasm approaching. My whole body craved that instant, as if it hadn't had enough of him today. The wave of pleasure he sent through my body every time he hit the right spot inside me grew, making it impossible not to moan louder or sink my nails into him. I wasn't going to last much longer, and with a grind, I felt I was about to explode.

"Marco..."

"I know—come for me, she-devil," Marco said, moving his hips with mine, impaling me mid-motion and making my eyes roll back. "Come on my cock, Angela."

My toes curled, and my world exploded in that energy spreading to every piece of my body as I screamed. Marco thrust twice more before pulling me down, staying buried inside me as his cock pulsed within me, leaving me limp from head to toe.

My head fell against his chest, and I felt his hands sliding up my back in a caress, while listening to the beat of his heart lulling me, enough to bring sleep back.

"You're crazy!" I heard Filippo shout, and I remembered where we were and what I was about to do. "

"And you no longer control our minds, you bastard!" I affirmed, raising the gun and seeing his desperation grow.

"This isn't over—my father will avenge me..." I silenced him, hitting him square in the head of that piece of shit who'd tried to end our lives.

"Fuck, I love you," I heard the whisper with a choked voice. I turned my face slowly, shocked by the words he'd said. I had to have misheard. "I love you, Angela Falcone!"

"You've lost your mind?" I smiled, stunned, and pulled away a bit, looking at him better to see it wasn't just a joke. He'd spent the day making declarations of how important I was and how he felt near me, but that wasn't an indication of something—or was it?

"The words just came to my mouth," he shook his head as if he didn't understand either. "Fuck, my little angel, what did you do to me? How did you make a soulless fuck like me fall in love?"

"We're crazy," I whispered, unable to hold back the smile after hearing those words from Marco.

"I'm crazy for you, my Frankenstein," he teased, and I shoved his shoulder, smiling as he grabbed my hand with the gun and kissed my fingers.

"You know he's right," I murmured, sliding my free fingers over his bare chest, but unable to think about the worm's last words. "Filippo's father will want revenge for his son's death and the losses of his soldiers."

"I know that, but when that time comes, we'll be prepared to destroy them all!"