She was…wet.
So, so wet.
She had never been this wet, never even thought it was possible to have so much moisture flooding the core heat of her body.
And he hadn’t even touched her!
The realization made her dizzy.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he commanded.
She choked out, “So much.” Lane watched him breathe hard on the screen at her reply, his powerful chest rising under his suit, and unable to help it, she zoomed in on Angelo so she could see—
Her fingers stilled as his face filled the entire screen – beautiful, hard, the embodiment of a fallen angel.
The fallen angel who was making her oh so wet—
A moan escaped her as she felt wetness gush out of her, soaking her panties completely.
Angelo’s head jerked up in the screen, and his gaze seemed to capture her through the monitor.
Oh. My. Gosh.
“You’re looking at me, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Or are you ogling me?”
Oh. My. Gosh.
“Aren’t you, tesoro?”
The way lust thickened his voice made her shudder, and all she could do was whisper the truth. “Yes.”
His laugh thrilled her, made her feel hotter and wetter at the same time, but it was his next words that completely owned her.
“Will you spread your legs wide for me, my Lane? As wide as you can, please.”
Oh.
“W-why?”
“Because I say so.”
Aaaaaaah.
The simplicity of his command, the arrogant belief that he would be followed—
It should have repelled her, but it didn’t.
It made her want to obey him.
And so she did.
Slowly, she parted her legs, wider and wider until her butt slid halfway down the seat.
“Done?”
“Y-yes.” Her legs started to shake and ache at the uncomfortable position they were in, but she found herself welcoming, even relishing the discomfort.
“Do you feel wetter now?”
Oh. The moment he said the words, she realized that it was true. The new position had also forced her folds to open, and with her facing the screens, it was almost…oh, it was almost like she had opened herself to Angelo…and all the guests at the party.
“Oh gosh.” This time, the expression slipped out of her mouth.
Angelo’s sexy dark chuckle made her feel wetter and even more exposed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” A pause. “I’ll put the phone down now—”
Shocked dismay rocked her.
“But before that, I want you to promise me one thing, and if you can do this for me, I’ll give you what we both want.”
Her throat went dry. “W-what we both want?”
“My cock taking your virginal pussy, and you crying in my mouth the entire night.”
Aaaaaaaah.
“So are you ready, my Lane?”
“Yes.” She practically sobbed the word out. His words had turned her world upside down, and she knew she would do anything to make those words come true.
“Never take your eyes off me.”
And then the phone went dead.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
Lane’s fingers trembled as she slowly placed her phone on the table.
She looked back at the screen, watching silently as Angelo went back inside the mansion. His stride was swift and powerful, and when he entered the basement, it was like seeing a current of electricity go through the entire room. The level of excitement rose dramatically at his presence, reaching a feverish peak as the DJ yelled on the mic, “Angelo Valencia in the house!”
Cries of excitement and sheer rapture erupted from the crowd.
A devastating beautiful smile curved on Angelo’s lips, and it was like the Pied Piper playing a tune.
All of a sudden, women were clamoring all over him.
And he was letting them.
A twinge of pain pinched Lane’s heart at the sight.
They flirted with him with their gazes, their words, the seductive sway of their hips, and Angelo allowed all of it.
The twinge turned into an ache, but still she stared, never taking her eyes off him. She watched him chat and smile with women a hundred times more beautiful and sophisticated than she could ever dream, and the pain in her heart became an agony that made her throat tighten.
She watched him circulate among the crowd like the perfect host, and her heart stopped when a female guest waylaid him…right next to a vacant couch.
No!
With the music so loud, it was impossible to hear what the girl was saying. Lane could only try her best to read the woman’s lips as they moved—
Would you like to play…with me?
Lane paled, and she hadn’t realized that she was already halfway to getting up from her chair when she saw Angelo’s lips move.
I’m sorry, perhaps another time.
She sat back down, trembling with relief and not a little confusion. She had really thought that he would accept the woman’s offer, had thought this was the reason why he hadn’t wanted her to come to any of his parties.