For Angelo(53)

“What?” she gasped. “Why would you even—”

“Because you keep talking about him, and when I asked you about him, you told me he wasn’t related to you by blood.”

“Well, of course he isn’t, he’s my stepfather, you idi—” She stopped the moment she realized what she had almost said.

But it was too late.

“What did you say?”

The dreaded trick question, but thankfully she knew this time what she should never say. Inspiration struck, and she blurted out, “I said, it’s time for you to keep your promise.”

Silence.

She tried not to fidget. Had he changed his mind? Had he lost the mood to take her? Because she hadn’t. In fact, all this fighting had her panting, and now all she could think of was what other things they could do to make her pant.

She noticed Angelo slowly shaking his head and her anxiety rose. “What’s wrong?”

“You.”

Huh?

“You’re what’s wrong.” And he meant every word. Sheer relief mixed with unspent violence was a toxic combination, and it had his blood pumping hard while his adrenaline had shot up to the roof.

Ray was her stepfather.

Her stepfather, not her lover.

Which meant—

She was his.

From the very start, she had been his.

He looked at her, and it was as if his violent passion had found another outlet of release. He was going to fuck her as hard as he could. His body would not allow anything less.

He offered her his hand. “Come.”

That one word vanquished all her worries in an instant, and the air inside the control room was suddenly heavy with sexual tension.

Angelo was looking at her in a way that could only be described as ravenous, and Lane couldn’t help gulping as she thought about what he was hungry for. It had her trembling and lightheaded, but still she managed to ask, “W-where are you taking me?”

His eyes bored through hers, but his voice was mockingly polite as he said, “I’ll leave the choice to you. My bed or yours?”

Ooooooh. His bed or hers. Because he was going to fuck her. She couldn’t stop pressing her thighs together as wetness once again started to gush out of her, and when his eyes narrowed, she couldn’t help whimpering, knowing that Angelo was aware of what was happening to her.

“Have you made a choice?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered. “And it’s neither.”

He stilled. “Why? Because you’ve changed your mind?” Angelo had to force the words out.

She shook her head.

Then why the hell wouldn’t she come?

Lane continued gazing at him.

It took him another moment to realize what was happening.

Payback.

His lips curved, and she bit her lip hard as if she was trying not to smile back at him. “My little masochist has claws, it seems.” This time, her smile won out, and he knew he was right. The knowledge should have angered him, but it only made him want her more.

Again, he offered her his hand. “Come to me now.”

But she only shook her head again, saying haltingly, “I told you. I don’t want either.”

He raised a brow.

Lane said tremulously, “Because I don’t think I’ll last that long. I want you to take me here—”

She didn’t finish speaking.

She couldn’t

It had only taken him a second to close the distance between them, another second to lift her up in his arms, and another second for his mouth to conquer hers.

Aaaaaaah.

“You keep surprising me,” he muttered hoarsely against her lips just before his tongue pushed hard and deep inside her mouth, and all she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and hold on to him for dear life. She kissed him back, her hunger matching his even as she felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the strength of his passion.

“So damn unpredictable, I can’t read you at all.”

She felt him move, but his kiss kept her occupied and only when she felt her back hit the wall did she realize what his intentions were. Her legs locked around him just as his mouth ran down her neck, sucking at the soft skin.

She moaned and arched against him, and his arms tightened around her as he said roughly, “I wanted your first time to be sweet for you.” But in savage contrast to his words, he tore her dress away from her body the next moment.

And she could only moan, realizing that this was exactly how she wanted it.

It might hurt terribly, but she didn’t give a damn.

This.

Hot. Rough. Wild. Uncontrollable. Mindless.

Angelo like no one else would ever see—

Angelo undone by his need to fuck her—

This was how it was meant to be between them, now and always.

“I prepared a bed of roses for you, strawberries and champagne, but no.”