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

Karen.”
    The pleasure of feeling him inside me again drove me wild. I raised my legs to his hips, holding him to me as he began thrusting his cock into my tight pussy, over and over again, his control breaking.
    “You feel so damn good inside of me,” I whispered as I gripped his hair tightly, pulling his head back down to mine so I could kiss him again. Our tongues tangled in a slippery dance as he pounded inside me, both of us racing toward the ecstasy that awaited us.
    “Look at me!” he shouted. I opened my eyes at his command and looked up at him, watching the way his jaw clenched against the pleasure my body was giving him. “You are mine, Karen.”
    “And you’re mine,” I countered.
    “Fuck, yes.”
    This was more than fucking. It was possession . He was claiming me in a way that no other man had ever done. In that moment I gave myself to him completely, and I saw the triumph burning in his dark eyes.
    “Yes,” he repeated , as if answering my silent thoughts. Reaching between us, he moved his finger down to stroke over the hard crest of my clit as he continued pounding his cock into my clenching pussy. “I want you to come again, cara . Come for me and take me with you. Clench this tight little pussy and milk me. Do it now.”
    His dark, seductive voice left me no choice. I screamed his name as I came, my body clamping down on his cock as he fucked me raw. He groaned as his hips pistoned in a punishing rhythm of fast, hard strokes, forcing his cock through my rippling muscles so he prolonged my climax until I couldn’t take anymore.
    “ Dio , cara mia . I’m gonna come. Your sweet pussy is going to make me come.”
    “Come in me, Angelo. Give it to me,” I demanded, wanting his surrender as much as he’d craved mine.
    “Karen!”
    Our eyes held each other as he exploded, filling me with pulse after pulse of his hot, thick semen. Shudders racked his body as he buried his face in my neck as he rode out the pleasure tearing through him. My own body responded, clenching down on his cock as another orgasm tore through me. I couldn’t breath as my entire body tensed, and I let myself fly with him over the edge into madness.
     
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    We spent the whole night making love.
    Over and over again we reached for one another, solidifyin g our commitment to each other with the physical expression of our feelings. I loved the way he took me with silent desperation, like he couldn’t get close enough to me or have me enough to sate the need burning inside of him.
    And I was the same way with him.
    Tied to my dark angel by some insatiable pull, my desire for him only grew more powerful with each moment we spent together. Every time he looked at me I felt my body heat, and just thinking about him left me with a breathless anticipation that had me aching for the next time he touched me. What we had was worth fighting for, worth spending the time to nurture and cherish. Everything we did was a promise to make it stronger. And after a lifetime of running from romance, it surprised me just how much I wanted this.
    The following day I woke with a feeling of contentment I hadn’t felt in a long time. Part of it was because I’d had more orgasms in the last twenty-four than I’d had in the last month, but another part was because I loved waking up with Angelo’s strong body surrounding me as if he could protect me even in sleep.
    Turning my head to look at the alarm clock, I was shocked to that it was eleven o’clock in the morning, until I remembered we hadn’t actually gone to sleep until the sun had already begun to rise. As I moved to get up, Angelo’s arm wrapped around me tight, drawing me close. I settled into him, giving up the urge to get out of bed and rubbed my cheek against the warm skin of his chest.
    “Don’t you have to work today?”
    “Later,” he murmured in a deep voice heavy with sleep, as he rolled on top of me again.
    It was hours later when we finally left his bed. We took a shower