Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 4 (Roman Crime Family)

by Alisa Anderson

  He was not gentle. It was hard. It was urgent. Filled with anger. Frustration. Need. Desperation. She thought she had all of him, that he had given her all he had to give.

  She hadn’t even come close. She realized that now.

  His ferocity humbled her.

  “Touch that dripping, wet beautiful cunt of yours while I fuck your ass.”

  She immediately sank her fingers into the juicy wetness of her vagina as she kept her other hand against the wall for support. She rubbed against her clit furiously, while his hand snaked around and slid into her pussy, two fingers, then three. Dark lust surrounded her as she became dizzy with sensation.

  Unable to control herself any longer as a deep, husky moan escaped her lips. She bucked back, forcing his cock deeper into her ass. Nick groaned, thrusting into her harder. Pulling out almost entirely before surging into her again with sheer brute force.

  “Jesus Christ.” Nick muttered against her back. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  Her gasps and cries reverberated around the room as she spread her thighs as far apart as she could. He gripped her hips, bruising her with his intensity, savagely and relentlessly pounding his massive cock into her ass.

  Jess was beyond anything rational, beyond light, beyond control, careening into the blessed blackness of release that beckoned to her.

  He whispered in her ear. Words she had been waiting to hear for an eternity.

  “Come for me, Jess.”

  Without warning she came hard and fast, exploding into a million little pieces. Barely registering it was her voice she heard crying out. She was beyond this world, beyond pleasure, beyond pain. She was nirvana.

  Her knees buckled, and he tightened his hold around her waist, pulling her up. With a savage triumphant “Mine,” he ignited, filling her ass with sperm. He pulled out, exploding against her back with residuals and aftershocks. Coating her with his seed. She was covered in milky white fluid as it slid down her thighs, splattering onto the floor.

  He ground himself into her, rubbing his come all over her back. Turning her around to rub his belly against hers, smearing more of his come on her breasts, nipples and ribcage.

  Her lips met his in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. She gave herself to him willingly. He took everything she had.

  He pulled her tightly against him, turning her back around to his chest. Softly kissing the nape of her neck, the curve of her shoulders. She felt him leisurely stroking her arm. Closing her eyes she laid her head back, against his chest. Trying to catch her breath from the trip he just took her on.

  “God save us.” Her voice was breathless. Tired. Happy.

  “I don’t know if anyone can save us, kid.”

  7

  He silently and effortlessly picked her up, carrying her upstairs to the spare bedroom. He walked through, heading to the bathroom where he lightly placed her on the floor. He ran her bath water and when it filled, he carefully lifted her, placing her in the warm sudsy water.

  He used a cloth, gently washing her from head to toe. Paying particular attention to her breasts and between her legs. Amazingly feeling the stirrings of heat, even now.

  He shampooed her hair, urging her to lean back as he rinsed it with water, using the glass jug seated near the tub. She had never seen this side of him. He was tender, exceedingly attentive. Gentle and loving. She felt cherished. Like a princess.

  He gestured for her to stand as he wrapped a huge, decadently soft towel around her body. He dried her from head to toe, urging her to lift her arms to slide her robe back on.

  He grinned at her. “Let’s have some breakfast.”

  He pulled her hand towards him, tugging her back downstairs. As they entered the kitchen, he pressed her up against the refrigerator, opening her robe again as he bent down to kiss her. She slid her hands around his waist, unzipping his pants again, feeling him harden in her hands. Wanting him again. Always.

  It was like time stood still. All they saw…was each other.

  They heard moving around upstairs. Before either could react, Angel appeared around the corner. He stopped, seeing Nick’s cock hung out and her, standing there naked under her robe. Exposed, for all the world to see. He shook his head at them both.

  “Are the two of you fucking crazy? Wait. Don’t answer. It’s redundant. Let me rephrase. Are you trying to get found out? Again. Don’t answer. Idiots.” He held up his hand, calling for Carlo.

  “Shut up and help us get this shit back in order, Angel.”

  They hurried around up righting the table, replacing the chairs. Jess tied her robe and Nick zipped his pants as Eric appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Hung over, of course.

  “Morning, mami.”

  “Morning.”

  “Eric.” Nick greeted him, failing miserably at disguising the smugness in his voice.

  “Did you just get in? Must have been one hell of a party. Sorry we missed it. Where’s that guy, Gabriele? He’s your brother, right?”

  “It was one hell of a party for fucking sure. One I will soon never forget. Gabriele is upstairs asleep. And yes, he’s my brother…as I introduced him last night.” Nick said dryly.

  Jess smothered a hysterical giggle.

  So not the time for that. It wasn’t her fault Eric was a moron.

  “He seems cool.”

  “He’s a Roman. What can I say?” He grinned.

  She saw the look on Nick’s face. He had the look of same rigid look of control she saw the first night they were together. She realized she’d been holding her breath, exhaling when his phone rang.

  “Yeah, this is Nick.” He scowled.

  “What? Tell Tony the meeting is Tuesday. And I expect-” He looked over at them. “I’m sorry guys. This is business. I have to take this.”

  “No problem. Eric, I’ll be upstairs.”

  It was the last thing Jess needed to be involved in. She was in too deep as it was.

  She excused herself, quickly fleeing from the room.

  8

  Nick finished his phone call and eyed Eric, currently at the table eating breakfast. Arching a brow, he paused before speaking.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure, man.”

  “How long have you been hitting Jess?” He asked using a measured tone. A tone alerting Carlo and Angel to maneuver into position.

  “Huh?”

  “Did I stutter?”

  “No, but I really don’t think our relationship is any of your business. Or, is it? Amy did say the two of you were screwing.”

  “As far as Amy goes, we both know who is fucking whom. And, let me repeat the same thing I said to Amy. My relationship with Jess or lack thereof is none of your business.”

  Eric laughed humorlessly. “That’s where you’re wrong. Yours and Jess’s relationship is every bit my business. She is my woman.”

  “Al contrario, di mio fratello. It is my business. She is under my protection. You’ve been hurting her. A fact I will no longer allow. Put your hands on her again, I will simply erase you from the face of the fucking earth. There is no gray area, so don’t try to find one. One single hair. On her beautiful little blonde head. Moved out of place by you. They will find your parts all over the U.S.”

  He reached over, taking the glass of juice from Eric’s hand.

  “From this point forward I decide how long you live. How long it takes for you to die. Do we understand each other, Eric?”

  “What I understand is this, Nick. You keep telling yourself it’s all real with you and her. I’m telling you it’s not. Her pussy answers to my call. No one else’s.”

  Nick laughed out loud, taken aback.

  The boy had balls that was for sure.

  “Let me get something clear, you stupid, insignificant little piece of shit.”

  He leaned in close.

  “I know exactly who her pussy answers to. Who’s dick it curves to for that matter, and it damn sure ain’t you, boy. Trust me. I know. But I digress.”
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  Leaning back in his chair, Nick lowered his voice.

  “You are to stop putting your hands on her. Or you deal with me.”

  Eric knew it was in his best interest to just shut up.

  Jess would pay for this. He’d make sure of it.

  “Now. I asked you a question. Fuck, I’ll even ask it again which I’m not in the habit of doing. So listen closely. I’ll go slow so you can comprehend. Do. You. Understand. You. Are. Not. To. Put. Your. Hands. On. Her.” He chuckled loudly at his own stupidity.

  “You have exactly five second to reply, before my friends start erasing.”

  “Understood.” Eric mumbled.

  “I’m sorry. Didn’t quite hear you. Two seconds.”

  “We are understood.”

  “Buenos. It’d be a damn shame for a random event to happen. I’m sure Jess wouldn’t be pleased. Her happiness is of the upmost importance to me. Now myself, on the other hand? I would be thoroughly ecstatic if something were to happen to your irrelevant ass.”

  Nick raised his glass.

  “Any who, as my beautiful niece Lena says, I’m glad we have an understanding.” He nodded to Eric. “To friendship and understanding?”

  “Yeah. To understanding.”

  Gabriele staggered into the room, stopping at the sight in front of him. He looked from Nick to Eric. Back to Nick. Probably wondering what the entire hell he just rolled up on. Nick stopped speaking long enough to acknowledge his presence with a smile.

  “What’s up, lil’ bro?”

  “Um. Did I interrupt-”

  “Oh, no. We were just finishing up. Sit. Eat.” He looked back to Eric, smile now replaced with a sneering scowl. “So. No friendship, eh? How sad for you. I make a great friend. An even worse enemy. Something you should remember.”

  “I definitely rolled the fuck up on something.” Gabriele turned, heading back for the stairs. “Time for me to exit, stage left.”

  “No, sit and eat. I need to take care of some business before we leave. I was about to go upstairs. Angel, you’ll keep our friend here company until I return.”

  “It’d be my honor boss.”

  “Oh yeah. Definitely something.”

  “You don’t wanna know Gabe.” Carlo voiced handing him a cup of espresso.

  “Probably not.”

  “Most definitely not.” Nick sang out, sauntering from the room.

  9

  Rapping at the door lightly, he waited for her to answer. When she didn’t, he pushed the door open. “Jess. Baby.” There was no sign of her, but the doors to the balcony were open. Stepping through the room, he heard Coldplay’s Fix You blaring loudly on repeat from her iPhone.

  Pausing in the door frame, he found her on the balcony working on a dance routine. He watched in reverence as she went from a temps leve´ arabesque into an attitude derrière. Moving gracefully into relevé in fifth, finally finishing with an arabesque penchée.

  The sun was shining down on her, as her short sundress and hair swayed from her movement and ocean breeze. He’d never seen her dance in this manner, only witnessing the sexy siren side of her dancing.

  She didn’t belong in his club. She belonged on an actual stage.

  He cleared his throat, letting her know he was there. “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself. Did you get your business done?”

  She grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

  “Oh. Yeah, I guess.” He gestured to the balcony. “I didn’t know you knew how to dance like that, kid. You looked beautiful. Your arabesques were some of the cleanest I’ve ever seen.”

  She looked at him, surprised. And pleased.

  “Thanks. I wasn’t aware you knew anything about arabesques.”

  Nick chuckled.

  “My dear girl. There’s a lot you didn’t know. You never asked.”

  “I suppose I could say the same thing, eh?”

  “True. Very true.” He seemed at a loss for words.

  “I’m um…about to head back to Jersey.”

  “Ok.” She turned to face him. Grinning at his dimples. She laughed softly at his looking childlike. Playing with his tie nervously. Like a little boy.

  “Are we okay, kid?”

  “We are more than ok, Nicky.”

  “Oh, you think you’re funny.”

  “I know I am.”

  “Not as much as you’d like to pretend.”

  “Every bit of what I pretend.”

  “Keep living that dream.” He chortled.

  Neither spoke for what seemed like forever.

  Both knowing they weren’t ok.

  Far from it. It was she who found the courage to say the words first.

  “Nick…Maybe we should take some time apart.”

  “Maybe.”

  “I have to get my head on straight. You need to deal with your business. And with Connie.”

  He headed back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed placing his head in his hands. Bracing his arms on his knees. She followed, sitting next to him.

  He couldn’t help but turn his head to stare at her.

  She grew uncomfortable with his staring and scowled.

  “Are you just gonna sit there staring at me like I’m some sort of science experiment?”

  “Just trying to wrap my head around all of this, kid.”

  “Yeah…well…”

  She stood before him. Untying the strings to her sundress, letting it fall to the floor. She kissed him softly, leaning forward, gradually allowing the kiss to become more urgent. He ran his fingers along her back, causing her to shiver from their weightless graze. He broke the kiss long enough to stand, gently pushing her back onto the bed.

  Nick slowly worked his agile fingers up her inner thighs, bringing them closer to her pussy. She opened her legs, trembling when he reached her now dripping wet folds. His fingers found her clit, rubbing furiously while his mouth found her nipples. Taking one, then the other into his mouth. Sucking them until they stood to attention in stiff peaks.

  “Fuck. God, please don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

  He stopped.

  “Nick.”

  “What? You like a bit of teasing don’t you?” He grinned her.

  “Don’t tease. Not now.” She begged him softly. Pleadingly as she rocked against his hand.

  He slammed three fingers on one hand into her pussy. She moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard. The fingers of his other hand found her clit, rubbing with a renewed vigor that sent her over the moon.

  “Oh God…Fuck, baby…I’m coming. Oh God. Yes.”

  She detonated against his hand, her wetness washing over it. He tipped forward, licking the come from her pussy lips.

  “Jesus, Nick.”

  Taking one long lick from her clit to her anus than back to her clit, he finally took her clit into his mouth, sucking it between his lips. Running his tongue down to her opening, he thrust it deeply inside of her, tasting her nectar.

  “Fuck, baby. Eat my pussy. Taste me.” She threaded her fingers in his hair, urging him deeper, closer. Suffocating him. He ran his tongue over and around her engorged clit, feeling it get harder in his mouth. Knowing she was close to coming again when he inserted two fingers into her ass.

  “Fuck. I’m coming. Oh God, baby. Don’t fucking stop.”

  He continued lapping at her sweet honey, finger fucking her ass until she once again fell apart, collapsing back on the bed, breathing heavily. He laid beside her, smiling like a fucking Cheshire Cat. When her breathing returned to normal, she spoke.

  “What was that?”

  “Just the usual.”

  “That was far from usual.”

  “Just making sure your pussy remembers me during our break.”

  “It could never forget you. You sir, are unforgettable.”

  He ran his fingers into her hair. Deliberately taking the lead as he kissed her. He urged her closer, until their chests pressed together as one. She reveled in the velvety feel of his
tongue as it mingled with hers. Both wanting each to keep touching. Never to stop.

  His cock was raging now, pressed against her. Teasing her cunt, making his cock slippery wet from her juices flowing over it. He stood, spreading her legs so he could kneel between them. Sliding his hands under her hips, he lifted them to him, sliding into her with limited resistance.

  She pivoted her hips as he thrust hard against her cervix. Clinging to his back, hugging his waist with her legs. The harder he thrust, the more her breasts bounced in time, her insides clenching around him, claiming him as well.

  She could hear his breathing becoming heavier, erratic against her ear as he neared climax. She encased herself tighter to him, so tightly it became hard to breathe enough air into her lungs. The need to merge with him, to become one. Overtaking them both.

  Nick grunted, giving a hoarse shout as she felt his warm sperm shoot deep inside of her. The exact moment she came around his cock, exploding one last time. Tears filled her eyes, as her throat constricted when he collapsed on top of her.

  “I’m sorry. Am I crushing you?” He asked, lifting himself far enough to look into her face.

  “Yes. But, I don’t want you to move.” She snugged further into him. “This makes me feel like I’m part of you.”

  He rolled off her, drawing her against him, wrapping his arms around her.

  “Oh my God, Nick. Your back. I dug my nails into it. What are you going to say to Connie?”

  “The truth. What else can I say to her at this point?”

  There was a knock at the door. Jess pulled the sheets around her.

  “Boss. I hate to interrupt.”

  “Come in, Carlo.”

  “The bags are in the car. We need to leave soon.”

  “Is anyone wise to what happened?”

  “No. I covered telling dick-weed and Gabe you had a phone conference. The music was loud enough.”

  “I’ll be down shortly.”

  “No problem, boss.” He winked as Jess, backing out. Shutting the door.

  “Guess I gotta go.”

  “Guess so.”

  Getting up he found his clothes. She lay there, watching his every move as he slid them on. Choking back heaving sobs, knowing they could never fix each other.