For Angelo(72)
While chewing on her waffle, Lane hesitantly asked him for an update about his case against Margarita.
His face became grim. “Not going as well as I hoped.”
Her brows furrowed. “Does she want more money?”
He said with visible reluctance, “No.”
Lane was surprised. “Then what?”
“She has a personal vendetta against me, tesoro,” he said finally. “Money no longer means anything to her.”
Oh.
“Then what does she want?”
He said dryly, “Your heart on a platter.”
She gasped.
“Barring that, my body in her—”
She said quickly, “My heart is hers.”
He smiled. “I thought you’d say that.” He kissed her hair, murmuring, “Which is why I’m paying my legal team thousands of dollars to keep her from troubling us.”
When it was time for her to leave for uni, she said shyly, “Goodbye.” And this time, Lane knew better not to leave without kissing him. Getting to her feet, she bent towards to place a chaste kiss on his lips.
She half-expected him to protest and kiss her deeper—
If she was being her honest masochistic self, she was hoping he would do that.
But nothing happened.
She straightened slowly.
Angelo only smiled when their gazes met.
Okaaaaay. She blurted out, “You’re not mad?”
“Why should I be?” He waved a languidly dismissive hand as he spoke, and the staff, understanding the silent command, turned away poker-faced. They started smirking the moment they stepped out of the dining room.
Poor naïve signorina.
“I see.” She bit her lip.
“You want to say something, tesoro?”
“Y-you’re not even going to punish me?”
He raised a brow. “I don’t see why I should.” He paused. “Unless you want me to?”
His sly gaze making her red, she lied, “No, of course not.”
“Are you sure?”
“I…I…”
“Because I could be persuaded…” He suddenly tugged her close, and as she tumbled against him, Angelo murmured in her ear, “Very easily.”
Oh.
The dangerous tone put her on alert, and she immediately tried getting away, but it was too late. In an instant, she found herself plopped down on his seat at the head of the table.
Another moment and Angelo had sunk down to his knees—
She squealed in shock. “Oh my God, what are you—”
Angelo was pushing her legs wide open.
“No, oh my God—”
She felt her panties being pushed all the way down.
“Angelo, please—aaaah!”
He disappeared under the table and started stroking her folds. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she fumbled for anything to hold on to—
Her fingers found a fork and wrapped around it reflexively…just as the door opened.
Her head jerked up, and Lane whitened at the sight of Fico.
“Signor Valencia, the chopper is—” The bodyguard broke off when he saw that that Lane was alone in the dining room. “Signorina, I was informed the master was here.”
Angelo chose that moment to plant his face between her legs, his tongue thrusting hard into her heat.
Her grip on the fork tightened, and she gasped, “Planting. I mean, gardening, aaaahh—” The forceful strokes of Angelo’s tongue made her brain malfunction.
Fico gazed doubtfully at the other set of doors in the dining room, which led to the garden. “I wonder if I should interrupt the master. Signor Valencia has never expressed an interest in the garden.”
Lane could only smile weakly. She was terrified a cry of pleasure would slip out of her the moment she opened her mouth.
“But the signor also said it is imperative we inform him the moment the chopper arrives,” Fico continued worriedly.
As the bodyguard spoke, Angelo chose that exact moment to switch his focus on her clit, sucking on the tiny swollen flesh while he thrust his fingers into her depths.
Moisture flooded out of her.
“Would you happen to know what the signor is doing in the garden, signorina?”
She turned to Fico. “He’s ah…”
Angelo fucked her hard with his fingers, and she struggled to breathe and keep her eyes from rolling back.
“Signorina?”
Oh my gosh, she was so wet, the chair’s cushion had to be soaking under—
She gasped, “Watering.” Fico blinked, and Lane forced herself to meet the bodyguard’s confused gaze even as the wetness continued to gush out of her. “The g-gardener told him there’s a new w-watering technique.”
Oh, Angelo.
The things you make me say and do.
“It’s v-very important, s-so don’t interrupt him.”
Fico said reluctantly, “If you say so, signorina.”