DARK ANGEL: A Mafia Romance -- Book Three: A Violent Love Affair (Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page A

together.”
    He pressed his lips lightly against mine and his hold on my wristed loosened. “I like the sound of that. Just you and me. But I want you too much right now, and if you touch me I’m going to come.”
    Understanding, I stopped reaching for his erection, rubbing my hands over the planes of his chest instead. He laid me down on his bed, leaning over me so that our bodies were pressed tight together. I couldn’t stop staring into his hauntingly beautiful eyes, needing to feel this connection after all we had discussed.
    We were two strongly inde pendent creatures who had somehow found one another and seemed to fit perfectly. He made me feel more than I ever had for another man, and I knew that I would never want anyone as much as I did him. Angelo was a good man, and I would be damned if I let what his family did destroy what we had together.
    Angelo’s hands reached up to gently cup my face, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks slowly, almost reverently. My tongue slipped out in a seductive gesture, running along my bottom lip, and I loved how his gaze fo llowed that movement. He cursed softly, and excitement filled me as I felt the hard shaft of his cock pressing against my core through the fabric of my pants. His eyes met mine, blazing with hunger as he used his arms and legs to hold me in place beneath him.
    “What you do to me, cara mia …” he murmured.
    I wound my arms around his body, craving the feel of him, running my hands over the corded muscle s of his back and reveled in his strength. Angelo’s mouth slowly moved over mine, touching and tasting. His lips trailed over the side of my neck, down to my breasts until he took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. I cried out, my back arching off of the bed, but he held me still as he treated my other breast to the same rough treatment.
    “Angelo…”
    “Shh, Karen. Let me have you.”
    He went to work on my pants, quickly pulling them off so I was bare beneath him. I reached down, trying to draw him back up to me, but he shook his head. Moving lower, he lifted my thighs to spread them wide , so that he could settle his big body between them.
    “I need to taste you.”
    My body clenched at his words, and I shivered as his thumb rubbed over the tight bundle of nerves of my clit.
    “Angelo, please,” I moaned as his rough hands caused chills to ripple over my skin.
    He lowered between my parted thighs, humming in approval as he looked at my pussy spread open for him. I could tell I was dripping wet, ready for him and aching for his possession, but he simply looked at me, making me squirm under his intense gaze.
    “Look at this pretty little pussy. So wet, and all for me. Tell me what you want, Karen.”
    “I want you, Angelo.”
    “And you’ll have me, ” he promised darkly. I loved the way he spoke to me.  “You’re going to get your fill of my hard cock. But first, I want you to come on my tongue.”
    “Yes, fuck me with your tongue, Angelo. Do it,” I demanded, need ing to feel his mouth on my sex. I let out a scream as he buried his head into my pussy, lapping and sucking at the juices spilling from my tight hole. He worked my body so skillfully that I suddenly came, my entire body shaking as he continued his delightful assault. I was equal parts surprised and delighted. No man had ever made me come so quickly before. He pushed his tongue deep, drinking down my release, and I cried out again as he sucked on my clit, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. Sharp hunger clawed at me. I wanted him to shove his big, hard cock inside me. Wanted to feel him moving over me.
    “I need you, Angelo. Fuck me. Fuck me like you can’t get enough of me.”
    He crawled up over me, his mouth coming down on mine so I could taste myself on his tongue as he used his knees to shove my thighs wide. I gasped into his mouth as he thrust his hips hard, driving the head of his cock deep inside. 
    “Never. I’ll never get enough of you,