Club Prive: Un-Leashed (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Bad Boy Crime Family Romance Book 1)

by Bella Love-Wins

  Chapter Eleven

  Paige

  I told Angelo I wanted him.

  Was that even me talking?

  It was as though I was outside of my body, yet the rush of blood flowing through me echoed the rhythm of my heartbeat. I watched as time seemed to take a pause and my body relaxed in his arms. My ever-present angst fell away, leaving me light on my feet, liberated and full of lust.

  We were out the door, in a cab, and at my apartment building in no time, containing our excitement until I pulled him inside my apartment. Angelo pounced right then. Groaning through a clenched jaw, he kissed the spot behind my ear. My eyelids closed as the sound vibrated through my core. His strong, willful fingers glided through my hair to the base of my neck, then down my neckline until they pause at my collarbone, making me shudder and moan with need.

  “We’re not supposed to do this,” he murmured. “But I don’t care.”

  “What?”

  “Shhhhh. You want me. I want you, and I have since the second I saw you this morning,” he rasped against my ear. “So, I’m going to have you…right now…because you asked.”

  He had barely finished the sentence when he walked me backward to the love seat. My suit jacket came off with the winter coat in a hurry. He turned me around, and a second later his hands were at the back of my waistband, unzipping me as he prepared to relieve me of this skin-tight pencil skirt.

  “Fuck. I already love your sexy ass,” he groaned, running his hands over it. After he peeled the fabric down my hips, he lightly slapped the meaty flesh of my ass cheeks. I jumped from the shock of it, and my knees went weak when I felt his lips kiss the spot.

  I bit my lips and smiled.

  So, he was an ass man.

  Good to know.

  Leaving the rest of my clothes on, he turned me to face him again, and lowered me to the sofa until I was on my back with his full weight pressed between my legs. His lips teased my neck, and his fingers gripped the roots of my hair. I reached my hand up and tugged my hair to the side, loving how his breath permeated my skin and his hot tongue devoured my tender flesh. Arching my back, I pulled him in closer. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, already bucking my hips as his touch ignited me everywhere.

  Angelo lifted up off me, supporting his upper body weight on one arm while the other fumbled with the hem of my top. I used the space to cross my hands and drag the v-neck top up and over my head. With no self-consciousness at all, I unclasped my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders.

  He groaned with lust. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out as he stared down at my bare torso.

  The time for talking was long gone. I grasped his shoulders, tugging him toward me to close the distance again. What I wanted was to feel his hands, lips, tongue, and teeth on my body, and to have what was throbbing between his legs so deep inside me I’d forget my own name. Before he completely enveloped me again, he slid his other hand down and cupped my breast with such a feather-light touch, I hissed out his name. He smiled with satisfaction at my raw, unfiltered desire, then lowered his mouth and grazed his tongue over my nipple. That move had me writhing beneath him, with my hands clutched to his ass cheeks for more contact. He lifted off my breasts again, leaving only his fingers to play with one nipple after the other.

  He was enjoying this, making me wait and watching me come undone. I could see it in his eyes. He loved that level of control. As desperate as I found myself becoming, I had to admit a simple truth.

  I loved it too.

  The helplessness.

  The waiting.

  The sensation of being trapped beneath his weight.

  The breathlessness.

  Christ, if Angelo kept this up, I could probably climax just from this over-the-top, must-have, almost unquenchable thirst. My hands were all over him now, and soon I found the top button of his shirt and began to undo them one by one. I stared up into his eyes when I was done, then I put my hands to use, exploring every square inch of his chest, abs and back that I could reach. His eyes rolled back into his head for a second, and his hips began to match my movements, grinding against my arousal through my soaking wet panties. I imagined that if we were in bed right now, it would be my tongue tasting him too, but in this restrictive sofa, I had to wait.

  Angelo lowered his mouth to my ear. I gasped when he whispered, “I will stop whenever you ask, Paige. Until that time, relax… let me satisfy you.”

  I exhaled a ragged breath, aware of the immediate flush of heat rising up my neck and cheeks. Then I let the lust overtake my senses. This foray into casual sex after an unplanned two-year hiatus was sure to be my undoing, but it was too late to stop. Any hesitation I might have felt was long gone, and every ounce of common sense washed away as I closed my eyes and anchored my legs around him. His lips wandered back down my neck and chest, capturing a nipple between his lips while his hands slid under my ass cheeks. The sheer pressure had me arching my spine, fisting his hair for some sense of control, ready to let him do whatever he wanted to my body, on edge and desperate to explode from bliss.

  My two-year dry spell was suddenly two years too many. How did I even manage to go for so long without being touched? How did I make it to almost twenty-five without experiencing this urgent, breathless craving? I couldn’t explain it, or how we had barely made it to second base and I already knew that no one had or could ever touch me this way. Every caress was filled with certainty. Every taste of his lips drove me closer to insanity. When his tongue circled the hardened peaks of each nipple, I was sure I saw stars.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked, lips just mere inches from my breasts.

  “Over there,” I told him, without pointing or motioning in any specific direction.

  With one swift motion, Angelo pressed off the sofa with one hand and stood up, keeping me cleaved to his chest with his other hand as though I was weightless. He carried me to my bedroom, mindfully heeding my warning to avoid Sophia’s room on the way. He placed me at the center of the bed, and pinned my wrists above my head, kissing the center of one palm. I whimpered.

  “Keep your hands right there,” he instructed. “You’ll be glad you did. I promise. Okay?”

  I nodded, already pulsing deep in my lower stomach from the anticipation of what he was about to do. Our eyes locked. I couldn’t break from his darkened, primal stare when his lips surrounded my nipple again, teeth grazing over the peak, and tweaking the bud with small flicks of his tongue. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and his teeth teased and tugged it, applying both delicate pain and wicked pleasure that spread through my body like electricity. I was squirming from the intensity of it all, yet wanting him to ravage me further.

  I got my first insight into his subtle dominance when my hands wandered from their spot.

  He flashed me a glance. “No. Don’t move them until I tell you to.”

  I expected him to devour me whole until with a determined hand, he lifted my wrists back in place in one sure, steady, controlling movement. A smirk turned up the sides of his lips as he brushed his mouth along my bottom lip. “I’m going to enjoy making you come.”

  That decidedly forceful statement had me throbbing.

  I got the feeling he knew it too. Sliding his hand down my body, he slipped teasing fingers along the seam of my panties until his hand was between my legs, ignoring my whimper of a plea to touch me yet dangerously close to entering me.

  I was wet.

  I was tingling.

  I was unhinged.

  Most of all, I could breathe.

  How was it that I hadn’t had a puff of my asthma inhaler for almost the entire day? I didn’t know, and at the moment I didn’t care. I just wanted more of Angelo pressed against me, inside me and consuming me. Every thought in my mind was cast aside when his fingers breached my folds and his thumb rested against my most sensitive spot. I absently bit my lip. My hips swayed and undulated, accepting him inside, grateful for some relief from all of his teasing.

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nbsp; He played my body like an instrument, and it was humming, on the brink of resonating at its own frequency. Just when I thought I would burst from the onslaught, he dragged himself down my body. His lips found my swollen most sensitive flesh, and with his free hand, I heard the stitch-breaking sound of my panties being ripped away from my hips, and felt the cool air causing goosebumps to trail along my arms and legs. He said nothing. Only his eyes creased as they looked up at me from his spot between my legs. I didn’t share any words of remorse for that shredded pair of underwear either. At the moment, I would do pretty much anything to keep him focused on exactly what he was doing to me.

  I may have absently said that I needed him inside of me right now. Yes, I definitely said something to that effect. In response to my plea, Angelo got out of bed. He stripped off all of his clothes except for his boxers, magically found a few condoms from God knows where, and returned to his spot between my legs. His bulge got my attention and I held my breath for a beat. After copping a feel while we were at the sex club, I didn’t doubt for a second that he was packing something substantial. But when I saw the tent he made in the fabric of his boxers, it was the first time I wondered whether there could be such a thing as too big.

  The notion made my stomach twist in knots. I had to know. Angelo didn’t scold me for sliding my wrists down from above my head, so I ran my palms down his chest, slowly and deliberately over the ridges of his washboard abs, and let my fingers stray inside his boxers. He growled when I got to his lower belly.

  “No,” he barked.

  “No?” I was confused at how out of place my voice sounded at the question.

  The willful look in his eyes showed his resolve. “No touching until I tell you…unless you’re up for being spanked as punishment.”

  Nothing in the last hour had prepared me for those words. Yet I couldn’t be more excited to hear them. He raised his eyebrows as he probably registered my fascination and curiosity.

  Yes.

  I wanted to learn.

  I needed to find out what his punishment would involve. My interest wouldn’t be satisfied tonight, though. Angelo’s face softened. He scooted back from his spot, licked his lips suggestively, and his hands gripped my knees, spreading them further apart until his soft, hungry lips were on my swollen bud again. He darted his slick, hot tongue along my folds, and all I could do was cry out from pure pleasure. I sucked in a breath, filling my constricted lungs to capacity. Relishing the adrenaline surging through every cell in my body, I kept my eyes glued to the top of his head and the angles of his face that I could still see as he began to devour me like a hungry man.

  His eyes rolled up my body and connected with mine again. He was unwilling to break his gaze, seeming consumed by my every reaction to his touch. From the tilting of my hips to the fluttering of my eyes and the sound of my lust-filled moans, he soaked it all in, eyes satisfied. Those moans turned louder, dirtier, more demanding until a simple movement of his hands at my upper thighs set off an explosion inside me. Pleasure burst from deep in my center, spreading out to my curled toes, to my hands that gripped my bed sheets, all the way to each strand of hair attached to my head. I was way past overdue, shaking through the overpowering flood of ecstasy.

  I could laugh.

  I could cry.

  I could sleep.

  Or all three at the same time.

  I opted for none of the above, though. I was panting and more interested in what he would do next. When he didn’t pause his plundering for even a second, but instead, buried two fingers along my slick opening, I went into meltdown mode. Those tiny vibrations lingering deep inside grew and grew. I may have cried out his name when another peak washed over me and engulfed my very being. Awareness left me just then, replaced by shuddering and breathless panting.

  I was barely alert, but came right back to life when he moved back up my body, ditched the boxers. He rolled the condom up his length.

  I swallowed hard.

  Oh yes.

  He was big.

  Thick, rigid and more than ample in length. I was on the fence about whether I’d be able to walk tomorrow but heck, I was all in. Angelo clocked my reaction to his size. He smiled. Taking a firm hold of my hips, he pulled me down the bed, positioning himself before grunting out a groan like he’d been waiting for this moment for ages.

  Without another word, he pressed against my heat, and he filled me completely—and then some. My eyes blinked back the sensation of blacking out and I hung on to his hard biceps as he slowly pulled back, then repeated the mind-blowing thrust inside me. My hips tilted up and my ass raised off the bed, meeting his each and every stroke with one of my own, bringing on a new wave of need and pain mixed in with a pleasure I’d never known. Each time, he surged deeper and more deliberately than the last. We were both dripping wet with sweat. His stare seemed to freeze time as he picked up the pace, face awash with lust and intensity.

  He thoroughly possessed me.

  Angelo lifted my knees high and shucked his shoulders one by one to swing my legs over them. That change in angle caused my core to flex so violently, I was convulsing through a third orgasm. I was dying to shut my eyes and just go unconscious from the overload, but his face twisted, his arms tensed up, and I had no doubt he would finally take his own advice to me and let go. When he did, it was beautiful to watch him relinquish control. He shuddered above me, jaw clenched, limbs trembling through his release. When he was finished, he lowered his body weight on me and held me tight. Christ, I still had that bone-deep feeling that it was not our first time.

  Little by little, our breathing recovered. He pulled out gently and moved over to my side, kissing the top of my head before relaxing on his back. I was sated. He had outdone himself, and now, I was expecting him to clean himself up, get dressed and bolt.

  That didn’t happen.

  Chapter Twelve

  Angelo

  I was not done with Paige.

  Not yet.

  She had given me a taste, and now I wanted more. A lot more.

  So when she popped up on her hands and knees and started crawling down the bed while kissing a path down my chest and stomach, I let her. Lifting my head, I kept my eyes locked with hers in the dim room, lit only by a sliver of streetlight coming in through the sides of the closed window blinds. I was hard as hell and rearing to go.

  Paige was full of surprises. She leaned back on her knees and wrapped her tiny hands around my shaft, floating forward until she had her mouth at the tip. I groaned when her lips slid down as far as she could go, tangling my fingers into her hair to help her along. Watching her sexy, wet mouth moving up and down my length was probably enough to take me over the edge, so I rested my head back on the bed. I closed my eyes. I didn’t mind doing that with her for some reason. Enjoying the heat of her tongue gliding along my manhood was enough, for now. My body went taut when she picked up the pace, tasting and sucking, teasing and licking. She was gentle and rough at the same time, and God, I had to wonder how this innocent-looking woman had this level of skill.

  It was always the quiet ones.

  The next time she lifted her head enough to glance at me, I pulled her off my cock and up my body, parting her legs so she could straddle my hips. I took her chin in my hand.

  “I usually prefer being in charge, but it looks like you know exactly what you’re doing.”

  Paige gave me a devilish smile. Reaching her hand over to the last couple of condoms I had brought with me, she unwrapped one and slowly slid it on me. That was when I took over again. I gripped her waist, lifting her high enough to position myself below her, and I drove into her tight, hot wetness.

  She anchored her hands on my shoulders, and moaned out my name as she rode me hard. Her hips jerked back and forth. She lifted and lowered herself, picking up the pace as she met me stroke for stroke. I was affected by this woman and I had no idea why. Arching her neck, she threw her head back. Already, I couldn’t wait to see the look in her eyes when she lost
all control again.

  Putting my hand at the back of her head again, I stopped.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, still grinding her slick inner walls along my shaft.

  “I want you to look at me when I make you come. After that, I’m going to flip you over and spank your ass so hard, you’ll beg me to come inside you and make you come again.”

  “Oh God,” she groaned. She bit down on her bottom lip and I resumed my movements.

  Picking up the pace again, I slid my hand forward along her upper thigh and began to stroke her swollen nub in quick, sharp circles. Paige went wild. She bucked her hips more frantically, eyes fixed on mine when she finally and completely fell apart. Her body convulsed through her peak, and soon she collapsed on my chest. Just as I promised, I lifted her off of me and flipped her over, barely able to hold in my excitement.

  I picked her up at the waist so her ass was in the air, and I parted her legs. She was going to love this part, I just knew it. Lifting my hand from her side, I brought it down in a loud slap on her round, thick, delicious looking ass. I gently rubbed the spot when she cried out my name, and after a moment, I slapped the other side.

  “Please,” she cried.

  “Tell me, Paige. I want you to say it.”

  I slapped each ass cheek again, waiting for her to find her voice and tell me what I knew she was dying to scream out.

  “Please what?” I asked.

  “Please…come inside me.”

  Beside myself with need, I buried myself deep inside of her. Christ, her inner walls were was still wet, tight and pulsing. It took all my effort not to come right there and then.

  I reined in my control and took her, thrusting all the way to the root, already planning what I would do to her when I invited her over to my place. Yes, I was going to have her again. The image of her arms and legs tied to my bed sent me over the edge right then. My muscles bunched, my fingernails dug into her hips, and I jerked through a blinding orgasm. The sound of Paige’s voice whimpering through a climax of her own gave me a satisfied sensation deep in my chest. She hissed and cried out her pleasure until her legs gave way. Sated beyond what I’d ever imagined, I let go of my grasp on her hips and stretched out beside her.