The Mafia And His Angel Part 3 (Tainted Hearts)

by Lylah James

  He bent down, taking a nipple in his mouth, biting softly on it before sucking. He played me like that, licking, sucking, and biting until I was dripping and begging him.

  “What do you want?” he asked against my skin.

  “Please…Alessio…”

  “Hmmm…what?”

  “Fuck me! Please!”

  I rocked against his thighs, looking for relief, but he chuckled before pulling away.

  “What a filthy mouth, kitten.” He tsked, looking at me. “What am I going to do with it?”

  “Alessio…I need you.”

  “No, kitten. It’s my turn,” he said, smirking down at me.

  Alessio stepped back and removed his shirt, practically ripping it off him in his haste.

  “Remove your dress,” he ordered.

  Doing as I was commanded, I removed my dress and threw it on the ground. He nodded at my bra that was hanging off my body. I removed that too until I was completely naked to his hungry eyes.

  “You look so fucking beautiful, Ayla. Mesmerizing,” he murmured, unbuckling his belt.

  He unbuttoned his slacks and then pulled the zipper down. He was naked underneath, his hard cock pushing free through the slit.

  I clenched my legs together, and he smiled at the sight.

  “Come here, kitten.”

  Walking toward him as if I was under a spell, I moved against him. His thumb pressed against my lips, sliding back and forth sensually.

  He tsked again. “Not an Angel anymore, are you? You know what I’m going to do with you?”

  I shook my head, my heart drumming wildly. “I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop. I’ll rub my cock all over your wet slit until you are fucking begging me to fuck you. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to do anything but submit to me.”

  His voice dropped to a low murmur. “I’m going to corrupt you, Angel.”

  His dirty words made my head spin. I should have been running away, those words a clear warning. But I couldn’t.

  Instead I moved closer, wanting him to touch me.

  This was my Alessio. Even though his words should have been frightening, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. No, he would bring me pleasure until I wouldn’t be able to take it any longer.

  His hand wrapped around my waist, and he anchored me to him. I felt his hot breath next to my ear as he whispered his next words.

  “Get on your knees, kitten.”

  My breath left me in shock, my eyes widening. Oh.

  He pulled away, his fingers gripping my neck in a possessive hold. “I want those pretty green eyes looking up at me as I fuck your mouth.”

  I closed my eyes, but when his hold grew tighter, they snapped open.

  His thumb moved over my lips. “And I want to see your lips swollen from sucking my cock.”

  My body vibrated with need, tingling all over. His hand pushed down on my shoulder, and my knees gave up. I knelt in front of him.

  My mouth was in front of his cock as he pulled his slacks slightly down. He palmed his hard length as he coated the tip with his pre-cum.

  “Open,” he demanded gruffly.

  My lips parted as he grabbed his other hand around my hair, tugging me closer. Slowly opening my lips, I allowed him to slip inside my mouth.

  My lips closed around him, taking in as much as I could take. His head snapped back, the veins bulging in his arms and neck.

  He groaned when his tip hit the back of my throat. For a small moment, I fought against the invasion as he slightly pulled back and then pushed back in.

  I peered up at him, his face a mask of undeniable pleasure. My muscles started to relax as I let him take control, fucking my mouth like he wanted.

  He thrust into my mouth over and over again, his breathing shallow as he stared down at me. I opened my mouth wide, sucking him when needed. I licked the tip, my tongue swirling, following the thick veins coursing the length of him.

  I heard him hiss, his hips bucking forward. He thrust hard into my mouth, holding himself there for a second before pulling out and repeating the process again.

  “Ahh…fuck, Ayla!” he groaned as my teeth slightly grazed him. “Just like that…fuck yes!”

  His thighs bunched, his muscles cording, and I knew he was close. I doubled my effort as he continued to thrust.

  But before Alessio could come, he pulled away. His breathing was ragged as he pulled me up, slamming me against the wall.

  With an expert movement, he had one of my legs wrapped around his hips, his cock resting against my wet slit.

  My lips parted with a moan as he pressed slightly inside, just the tip of him in me.

  My eyes widened when he came, coating my inside walls, his come running down my thighs.

  I gasped for breath as he groaned, his hips bucking against mine. Alessio rested his head on my shoulder, his chest heaving with each breath.

  When I felt his hand between us, I gripped his hair harder. I didn’t think I could take anymore.

  His fingers brushed against my thigh, pushing his cum back into me. I clenched around his fingers, my head thrashing to the side.

  He removed his hand and brought it up, pushing two of his fingers past my parted lips.

  “Suck it. Suck it like you sucked my cock.”

  My heart stammered at the order, and I closed my lips around his fingers, sucking tentatively.

  I swirled my tongue over his fingers, sucking, cleaning him from our cum. He dragged his wet fingers down my neck before taking my lips into a deep kiss.

  Alessio pulled my other leg around his hips and walked us into the bedroom. We fell on the bed together, with him on top of me.

  My legs spread open to accommodate him. He leaned over me, taking my lips in a long, demanding kiss.

  When I felt him pressing against me, I sucked in a hard breath. My whimpers filled the room as he ran his length up and down, coating himself with our cum.

  I clenched and then he thrust inside slowly, filling me completely. My back arched off the bed, my hands going to his shoulders for support.

  Alessio pressed me into the mattress, pulling out fully before thrusting back inside. He pushed my legs up, bending my knees so that I was fully open to him.

  He slid in deeper, his pace going faster and harder with each thrust inside me.

  I stretched painfully around him yet loved it so much.

  “You feel so good,” he said as he slammed inside. My walls clenched around him as he pulled out again.

  I throbbed between my legs, pulsing with need. With each stroke, his pelvis brushed against my clit, and I had to bite on my lips, trying to stop my screams.

  “Alessio…”

  My breathing was shallow. He started to pump inside of me harder, each time his cock reaching so deep, stealing my breath away.

  My hands slid to his back, my nails digging into his skin. I clawed at his back, my hips rising up to meet each of his thrusts with my own.

  He groaned, slamming into me harder.

  “Tell me what you need,” he whispered roughly, kissing me senseless.

  “Make love to me,” I whispered back, my back lifting off the bed as he pounded inside of me again.

  “I am,” he said, his eyes shining with both love and desire.

  Alessio pulled back slightly, only to bring my legs over his shoulders, spreading me open to his hard, relentless thrusts.

  It felt like I was going to break apart, and I gladly welcomed it.

  My body tightened, and I was deliciously close. Alessio’s muscles corded, his body tightening too.

  He reached down and slid his finger over my nub, pressing down as he rammed inside of me at the same time.

  My lips parted as a scream escaped past my lips. My body went tight and tingled as my orgasm hit me with a never-ending wave.

  I floated, my eyes closing as Alessio continued to pump his cock in my clenching pussy.

  He came with a roar, filling me to the brim. I was
impossibly full as I came yet again.

  Spent, he laid his forehead against mine. I breathed through my nose, trying to catch my breath. We were both left breathless, and I couldn’t complain one bit.

  Our love-making was explosive, something I needed and craved from Alessio. I knew he felt the same way.

  I stared into his blue eyes as he remained sheathed inside of me. After a few seconds of silence, he pulled out, our mixed essence dripping out of me.

  Alessio stared at me, his gaze lowering between my legs. “You look so fucking sexy right now. Your legs spread open with my cum dripping out. You look beautifully used, kitten.”

  I blinked, a slow smile appearing on my face. Alessio leaned down and kissed me softly, gently and oh so sweetly.

  “I love you, Angel.”

  “I love you, Alessio.”

  Our words were soft and whispered just to each other. A beautiful moment, something I would remember till the end of my days.

  “I’ll let you sleep for now. But later…” His voice held a promise as my eyes closed sleepily.

  I hummed as he turned us to our sides. With my back to his, he curled around me, holding me protectively and possessively in his embrace.

  Epilogue

  The next time I woke up, I was alone. The sunlight made its way into the bedroom, and I could hear the waves crashing from a distance.

  Rolling around in bed, I looked for Alessio, but he was nowhere to be found. I shifted around, my muscles sore and refusing to move. I ached everywhere, but it was a good ache.

  When I stood up, Alessio’s voice could be heard from downstairs. There was some clanging of dishes, and I smiled when realization dawned on me that my husband was in the kitchen.

  Quickly getting in the shower, I washed myself and took a bath. After freshening up, I stepped out and stared at myself in the mirror.

  My body was covered with Alessio’s marks. Whether it was from his kisses or his tight hold, I loved it. Loved the ownership he had of me. He made me feel that I belonged…and it was exactly that.

  I was his.

  And he was mine.

  I wrapped a towel around myself and walked out of the room. My legs took me to the window, and I watched the ocean, the waves crashing together.

  Such a beautiful, peaceful sight.

  My throat clogged up, and tears blinded my vision.

  I was happy. I was finally happy.

  I felt him before I even saw him. His presence caused a tingling over my body. His arms went around my waist, and he pulled me into his body.

  Resting my head against Alessio’s shoulder, I stared out.

  “Thank you for bringing me here,” I said quietly. “You erased all the bad memories, Alessio. Not once did I get a chance to think about what had happened. You made me feel alive last night. You made me feel loved, adored, and cherished,” I continued, my hands going over his.

  Alessio placed a soft kiss behind my ear. “You saved me, Alessio. You made me whole again.”

  “I’m the one who should be saying that, Angel.”

  “Thank you for loving me,” I continued.

  “Never thank me for loving you, Ayla,” he replied.

  Our hearts had chosen each other as their mates. There was no stopping it, and I was glad that Alessio and I hadn’t fought it.

  I was still not healed. Not completely.

  Sometimes nightmares still plagued my sleep. A few times, I still got panic attacks.

  My past wasn’t something easily forgotten. It was etched deep inside of me. It was rooted to my core, no matter how much I tried to get rid of it.

  But I was moving forward. I had learned how to push it away and focus on the good. On the happiness and love around me.

  I would never be completely normal. Alberto had changed me…he had ruined that for me. He left his scars on my mind and body.

  But with Alessio…I was whole. I could live and love.

  And in return, Alessio had handed me his heart.

  We were one.

  I could finally be happy, and because of that, I would live the rest of my days loving with all my heart.

  Turning around in his arms, I faced him.

  We stared at each other.

  Blue to green.

  Alessio smiled down at me, my own smile widening.

  “You are my Angel,” he whispered.

  Yes, that I was.

  I was his Angel just like he was my savior.

  The start of it all…

  The Mafia and His Angel.

  THE END

  Or is it?

  You can turn the next page for an excerpt of the next book in the Tainted Hearts Series.

  ***Sneak Peek***

  The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1

  (Tainted Hearts, #4)

  HIM

  Some say we were cruel. Disgusting human beings. Heartless. Ruthless.

  I would agree.

  But I liked the word barbaric better. Unsympathetic. Sadistic. Vicious.

  After all, we were killers.

  We were born into this life. Since the very beginning, we breathed it.

  From first breath…till our last.

  His whimpers snapped me out of my throat. Was that piss I smelled?

  Most probably. They always turned into disgusting carcasses when their death flashed in front of their eyes. Too bad for them it was always too late.

  He opened his mouth to speak, but I never gave him a chance. My fingers tightened around the knife before I drove it down, right in the middle of his throat.

  The man gurgled his last breath as his blood poured around him…and on me. Shaking my head in disgust, I spat on him.

  “Foolish. They know the consequences, but they still try and play us,” I sneered at him.

  His chest expanded as he took his last breath…and then silence. Nobody spoke a word as we stared at the dead man, his eyes still open. Still staring into mine.

  The only difference was that his were empty, while mine were still very much alive, glowing with power.

  I heard Phoenix talking over the phone while I stood up. My handkerchief was already out of my pocket, and I cleaned my hands, trying to remove the blood. My face was next. It felt sticky where the blood had splattered.

  Disgusting filth. I need a fucking shower now.

  Why didn’t Alessio do it himself?

  Oh, wait…because he didn’t want to get his hands dirty this time. His Angel was waiting for him at home.

  Like that made him the lesser evil.

  He was just as fucked up.

  We were all fucked.

  But we had her to bring us some light. A little bit of happiness. Some smiles…some occasional laughter. Some scraps of love.

  She gave it all to us without expecting anything in return. She loved so much and so hard that sometimes our hearts were not big enough to take it all.

  Someone swore behind me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I was brought back to the present.

  Annoyingly, I had been lost in my thoughts too much lately. Very bad.

  I’m going to get killed if I don’t get my shit together.

  “Boss,” I heard Phoenix warn.

  What the fuck is he warning Alessio about? I turned around, facing the others.

  Only to come face to face with Alessio pointing his gun at me.

  “Seriously? We don’t have time for this,” I said, my eyes on the gun. He cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows lifted in amusement.

  “Can we do this later? After we have disposed of the body? C’mon, man.”

  I rolled my eyes, knowing Alessio wasn’t going to do something stupid. He wouldn’t. Not after everything.

  Turning my back to him again, I put my life…everything in his hands. I gave him my full trust.

  That was my first mistake.

  I heard the gunshot first. It rang so loud in the silent alley. My heart thumped in response.

  Then I felt it. The indescribable pain and burn that c
ame after the bullet pierced my body.

  He shot me.

  He actually shot me.

  In the ass.

  What the everloving fuck?

  He did not just fucking shoot me.

  I swiveled around to face him, ignoring the pain. Trying so hard to ignore the fact that I had just been shot in the ass. I had a hole in my ass cheek!

  This wasn’t some Deadpool bullshit. And I sure as hell wasn’t some super mutant who could pop bullets out of their asses.

  Yeah…he’s a dead man.

  “Ayla’s going to be pissed when we get back home and she finds both of us shot,” I drawled, reaching behind me.

  I never got a chance to get my gun. He was now aiming at my chest, right over my heart.

  I froze. My muscles locked as I stared at Alessio in surprise. He wouldn’t…

  Raising my hands in surrender, I took a step back. “Alessio, we can talk about this.”

  At least not my heart. He could shoot anywhere but the heart. Or my dick.

  “No. We can’t,” he simply replied. His eyes appeared darker than usual, anger glistening in them. Alessio was a madman when he turned angry.

  He would blur the lines between right or wrong. Nothing mattered to him except his revenge. He would do anything and…everything.

  In that moment, I was on the other side. Not beside him. But against him. For the first time since I had known him.

  Instead of our guns pointing at some other bastards, his gun was pointed at me. And only one reason made sense.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he hissed. I saw his fingers tightening around the gun. His index fingers laid on the trigger, waiting for the right moment, dragging out the suspense.

  He loved the chase, the adrenaline in making others shake and whimper in fear. Except I wasn’t shaking or whimpering.

  That probably pissed him off more.

  “I was going to tell you,” I answered.

  Lies. I wasn’t.

  Because there was nothing to tell. Nothing was what it seemed to be. Every action, every word had a meaning behind it.

  Nothing in our world was the perfect image. Everything was in pieces and we had to put all of them together to find the truth. A piece in the puzzle to get the whole vision.

  Everything was a lie.

  Everyone was a lie.