“Yes,” she managed to croak out even as she felt the powerful and familiar stirrings inside her body, starting from the pit of her stomach, traveling to her breasts and the sensitive, quivering core of her flesh.
“I’ll t-tell him you came.” So please go.
“Understood, signorina.”
The door closed.
Angelo’s laughter filled the room.
But she couldn’t even get mad.
She was too busy coming in his mouth.
When the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Lane found Angelo lifting her off his chair and thought it was all over.
It was not.
Before she realized what he was doing, he already had her bent over the dining table, legs spread wide open. She heard the sound of him unzipping himself and shuddered with a moan. “A-Angelo, n-no—”
“Ah, but what you really mean is yes,” he crooned from behind. “Si?” He stroked her hair tenderly, just as he shoved his engorged cock into her in one fierce, deep motion.
The contrast in his actions was too much, and she started to cry out—
He clapped his hand over her mouth.
“Sssh, tesoro. You don’t want everyone to come running here?”
Her eyes widened.
Angelo released her mouth. His hips began to pump furiously behind her. His hands gently but firmly pushed her forward, and she found herself quickly moving the plates away before she could accidentally hit them.
His cock sank deeper and faster into Lane, the relentless pump of his hips driving her forward until her breasts were squashed against the table.
Lane began to see stars, and she covered her mouth quickly with one hand.
He tells me to keep quiet, she thought helplessly, but he makes it impossible for me not to scream.
Angelo really was a sadist—
His fingers bit into her hips as he shoved his cock balls deep into her.
Her body shuddered, and pleasure spiraled out of her body.
Her lips parted just as her hand fell limply away from her mouth.
She was coooooooming—
But Angelo’s hand was there to cover her mouth, and she came with quiet, shuddering cries.
Sadist. The word whirled in her mind as the orgasm took over her body. He was such a sadist, but he was her sadist, and he always knew when to let her fall or when to be there for her.
After her second orgasm for that morning, the muscles in her legs felt like they were on fire, and what should have been a five-minute walk to the front door turned into ten.
“This is your fault,” she grumbled between her teeth while smiling her thanks at the guards who swiftly opened the doors for them.
“I know.” In contrast, Angelo’s words were lined with manly satisfaction. Kissing her on the cheek, he moved his mouth to her ear, whispering, “I almost forgot.” Before she could ask, he said softly, “I love you.”
And then he was walking away.
The front doors of the mansion had already closed behind Angelo before she could recover from her shock.
Oh my gosh, did she just—
She hobbled happily towards Umberto, her spirits so high that she found herself forgiving Angelo for forcing her to take his limousine to uni.
“Good morning, signorina.” Umberto allowed himself a polite smile as the signorina beamed and returned his greeting. Such a moody child, he thought fondly. Just a few seconds ago, she had looked like she carried a grudge against the master, and here she was now, looking quite besotted.
When Lane was inside the car, Fico immediately handed her a beautifully wrapped box and a card.
“For you, signorina.”
“Umm…thanks.” She took out the card from the envelope first.
Call me as soon as you open your gifts.
AV
Her heart skipped a beat.
Fingers trembling, she carefully unwrapped his gift, which was a pair of ballet flats made of black lace and velvet. There was a note tucked inside the shoebox. The first line read—
Wear them, my Lane. They’ll make walking easier for you after last night.
Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Taking the shoes out, she stored her existing pair in the box and slid her feet in the new ones. A wry smile touched her lips. It wasn’t just wonderfully comfortable. It was the perfect fit, too, as expected from Angelo.
Her gaze moved back to Angelo’s note.
Open the cooler. My next gift is in it.
She did as instructed and inside the cooler, she saw a set of imported ready-to-drink tea in artisan-painted bottles. The first bottle came with a note as well.
Drink this, tesoro. It is good in relaxing both mind and body.
It should help you cope with my demands tonight.
Lane’s hands flew to her burning cheeks at the note. He had clearly perfected the art of embarrassing her, with the way he could make her blush even when he wasn’t around.
Uncapping a bottle of tea, she took a small sip. The liquid was ice cold, minty, and sweet. The perfect blend, she thought ruefully.