DARK ANGEL: A Mafia Romance -- Book Three: A Violent Love Affair (Erotic Romance)

by Jordan, Angela

  “I am,” I whispered conspiratorially.

  Jonathan chuckled then held his arm out so I could take it. “Well then, this should be a very interesting night. Let’s go party.”

  I linked my arm with his as we walked up to the entrance, past a long line of waiting people. When the bouncer saw Maria and Amanda, he immediately lifted the rope to allow us entry. I heard the grumbles coming from the crowd of waiting people and couldn’t help but smile.

  Who didn’t love VIP service?

  “Follow me,” Maria yelled over the music. “I called ahead and reserved a table for us.”

  Perfect, I thought.

  It had been clear to me over dinner that Maria had no idea what was going on with Angelo and Tony, so we hadn’t talked about it. I had discussed everything with Jonathan when he had arrived to pick me up before the others. I never hid anything from Jonathan, so I told him everything. After he’d gotten over his shock, he had agreed that Angelo had been avoiding me in hopes that anyone coming after him might leave me alone.

  It wasn’t the sentiment I objected to, just the shitty execution with no explanation.

  The darkness of the club was jarring at first as we made our way through the hallway. When we reached the main part of the club, we walked into complete chaos. Red tinted lights flashed through the darkness, flickering over writhing bodies on the dance floor as we made our way through the crowd of people to the private tables. The primal beat of the music had me swaying to the rhythm and made me think of hot, sweaty animalistic sex with Angelo.

  Damn the man. Everything made me think of him now.

  When Maria had made her call to reserve our table in the car on our way over, I knew that Tony and Angelo would find out about our plans, even though Amanda had asked her not to tell Tony. Maria had smiled conspiratorially at Amanda, and called the one of the managers instead of her cousin to make the arrangements.

  Walking through the crowd, my body hummed with anticipation. I gave it a half-hour tops before our men made their appearance.

  We arrived at a sectioned off area of the club and were immediately let through the velvet ropes to the platform where a large booth in the corner had been reserved for us. From our position at the table we could see the entire club. A waitress immediately came over and took our orders right after we sat down.

  “I told Rocco to meet us here,” Jonathan said in a yell as he put his cell phone down on the table. “I told him I was doing girl’s night out with you, but he wants to join us.”

  Since Amanda and Tony’s engagement party last weekend, Jonathan and Rocco had been spending a lot of time together. Rocco was another cousin of Angelo, Tony, and Maria. Because he was gay and a fashion designer, he seemed left out of the other activities the family was involved in. He and Amanda were working on putting a collection of clothes together, using a similar theme for his men’s and her women’s fall line. I liked Rocco. He seemed like a good match for Jonathan, and I wanted my friend’s happiness more than anything.

  “He should have come to dinner with us,” I yelled back.

  Jonathan shook his head. “He was having dinner with a couple of his friends. I told him they should all come meet us, but you know how it is.”

  “The more the merrier,” Amanda said with a smile.

  The waitress came back with our drinks and a round of shots I had ordered on the sly. Maria, Jonathan and Amanda let out a whoop of laughter as we each took one of the small glasses. We drank down the shots, and I sipped my vodka tonic to cool the burn in my throat.

  “I wanna dance!” Amanda yelled. Jonathan pulled her up from the booth and they headed down to the dance floor, leaving me alone with Maria.

  She turned to me with serious eyes. “Karen, I wanted to apologize to you for the other night.”

  “No need,” I assured her. “Really. I appreciated you giving me the heads up.”

  Maria winced. “Angelo said I’d upset you, though. I swear to you, that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted you to give him a chance, but I guess I did the opposite. He was so mad at me for making you doubt him.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Like he’s one to talk.”

  “I take it you’re mad at him right now?” she asked with a smirk.

  “You could say that,” I replied. “Men are just stupid sometimes.”

  She laughed. “Boy, do I know it.”

  There was something I had been wanting to ask her, and with the liquid courage loosening my tongue I went for it.

  “Maria, is there something going on with you and Vincenzo?”

  I watched as her face paled. “Wh-what?”

  “Forget it,” I said quickly, feeling bad for putting her on the spot. I went to lift my drink again but she gripped my hand with hers so hard it hurt.

  “How did you know?”

  I could barely hear her whisper and her eyes were wide with fright. I squeezed her hand back reassuringly. “Honestly, I didn’t, but there was something in the way you said his name at dinner the other night. I’m an observer, and I could tell you cared for him.”

  “When we were young, Vinnie and Angelo used to be best friends,” she said after a long moment. “I’ve loved him for such a long time, but when we got older our families started to fight – and Karen, it’s only gotten worse. My uncle would kill me if he knew, and so would Vinnie’s family. Angelo told me to end it. I tried, but I still love him. It doesn’t seem to matter that we can’t see each other anymore. I just don’t know how to stop.”

  Sympathy flooded through me. I could see how painful the separation was for Maria, and I thought it was a shame that their families could stop them from following their hearts.

  “I understand. You don’t have a choice who you fall in love with. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” I swore.

  She shot me a teary smile and then pounded back her drink. “Come on,” she said. “Enough of that. Let’s go dance.”

  Maria and I joined Jonathan and Amanda on the dance floor. I lost myself in the beat, enjoying the music as I started to dance. I felt the crush of bodies around me and grinned. This was my element, and I knew what to do. I whirled away from a guy that got a bit too clingy to me. Jonathan pulled me to him, switching places with me in a well-rehearsed move we always used when we went out together. I loved my friend, and he was always watching out for me. I smiled warmly and he winked at me in response.

  Another man started dancing with me, this time more respectfully. I smiled up at him, enjoying the thrill of moving to the beat with him. He was a good dancer, but I knew in my heart that Angelo was the man that I wanted. I was almost sure he was trying to protect me, but on the off chance that I was wrong and he was really giving me the brush off then I might as well have a little fun.

  A new song just started when the man I was dancing with tried to pull me closer. But I was suddenly jerked backwards, a steel-hard arm banding around my waist, holding me to a muscular body.

  “Hands off what belongs to me.” I grimaced, not liking the rough treatment.

  It seems my dark angel had arrived.

  I looked over to see the guy I had been dancing with had put his hands up in surrender before he turned and disappeared into the crowd. I glanced up at Angelo and saw his eyes glittering with anger.

  “Hi, baby,” I said with a grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”

  “Not one more damn word, Karen,” he bit out between clenched teeth. “I should spank the fuck out of your ass, you little upstart.”

  “I might like it,” I whispered before nipping his lower lip with my teeth.

  He glowered at me, but my teasing smile seemed to break through to him. With his arm still around my waist, he picked me up and carried me off the dance floor. Our friends laughed behind us, and I grinned back at them over Angelo’s shoulder. When we reached the edge of the dance floor Angelo put me down. He didn’t look at me as he grabbed hold of my hand and I let him pull me with him into the darkness.

  Chapter Five

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sp; Angelo pulled me past a bouncer, up some stairs and into hallway. He then shoved through a door hidden in the wall that exposed an office that overlooked the club. Slamming the door, he shoved me back against it.

  I lost my amusement as I saw just how furious he really was.

  “What the fuck was that about, Karen?”

  “I was dancing,” I said, my voice icy to combat the heat of his anger. “And I thought you were working.”

  “God damn it! So is that what that was? Punishment because I’ve been working?”

  “That was just dancing,” I fired back. “But if you’re going to keep blowing me off, you can’t expect me just to sit at home waiting for you.”

  He sucked in a harsh breath. “So you are punishing me.”

  “I’m not punishing you for anything. But here’s a little tip. Maybe you should try being honest with me next time, instead of making up excuses why you don’t want to see me.”

  “I told you I was working!”

  “And you’re lying!” I screamed back at him. I turned around and grabbed onto the doorknob, wanting to leave. Maybe this wasn’t the best conversation to have when I was more-than-slightly drunk. I gasped as Angelo picked me up and stomped over to a couch that was facing a mirrored window that looked out over the club.

  I suddenly found myself face down over his lap and cried out as my dress was pulled up and his hand landed on my naked ass in a stinging slap. I screamed out again as his large hand smacked my other ass cheek, hard enough to sting but not so much that it really hurt.

  “Angelo!”

  “That was for letting that fucker touch you on the dance floor,” Angelo growled out. He smacked the other cheek, making me squirm on his lap. “And that is for calling me a liar!”

  I squirmed. “You son of a bitch!”

  Angelo’s hand settled over my heated ass cheek and then slowly slid lower, pushing the material of my thong to the side to stroke lightly over my wet slit. I was breathing heavily as I felt him exploring my sex. The spanking surprised me, but it had also aroused me in a way I wasn’t used to. And now I was dripping wet for him, willing to overlook my anger if he just kept touching me like this.

  “God, cara mia. Your little pussy is so wet. I think you like getting spanked. You’re so tight…spread your legs for me. Wider. Yeah, just like that. Let me feel you.”

  I let out a moan as I felt one of his thick fingers penetrate my pussy, sliding in easily. My body clenched around his invading finger, grasping the single digit greedily, wanting more. I was a mixture of emotion, but I knew I couldn’t give into him…not like this.

  “Angelo, stop.” My softly spoken words had his finger pausing inside of me.

  “You don’t want me to stop.”

  “I don’t want you to keep lying to me either,” I whispered, knowing the truth in my heart. His finger pulled out of me and he lifted me so I was sitting on his lap. He cupped my face, his dark eyes searching mine.

  “You know.”

  The statement said it all. He had been avoiding me in some misguided attempt to protect me.

  “What the hell, Angelo? I thought we had cleared this up, and then you suddenly go back to keeping secrets from me?”

  “I’m trying to keep you safe, damn it!”

  I slapped at his shoulder. “And you couldn’t just tell me that?”

  His arms tightened around me, refusing to let me go. “I should have. I tried to talk to Paul, but he won’t listen. He thinks I was involved in Carlo’s death. I had to keep away from you to make sure he didn’t focus on you in retaliation.”

  “You stupid, sweet man.” I sighed then kissed him lightly. “Don’t you think it would be better if I knew there was a threat against us, instead of you just hiding it from me?”

  He gripped me hard, his eyes filled with burning intensity. “God, Karen. You don’t understand. Nothing can happen to you. Just thinking about it fills me with rage. I know we haven’t know each other long, but… I feel myself falling for you, Karen. I love you -- and I can’t lose you now that I’ve found you.”

  Joy filled me and I melted into him. “Oh, Angelo. I love you, too.”

  He mouth slammed down on mine, and I kissed him back, sharing all the emotions I was feeling for him. I tilted my head, wanting him, pulling at the material of his shirt as I burrowed closer.

  “I need you, cara mia. Right here, right now.”

  “Yes.”

  The separation between us had taken its toll on the both of us and I could feel the steel-hard spike of his desire under my ass.

  “I’m so hard it hurts. I need you to suck me first, Karen. I need to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  God, the sound of his voice giving telling me he needed me that much made me weak. During our phone sex conversations, I had described in detail how I wanted to suck him off, making him come with a groan. At the time I had wished for him to be in front of me, and now that he was I couldn’t wait to take him into my mouth. I slid off his lap, going to my knees in front of him while the club raged behind me through the mirrored glass. I kept looking at him as I slowly undid his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock.

  “I love how big and hard you are.”

  “Open up your mouth, cara mia. Open up and suck it for me.”

  I opened my mouth, licking at the drops of pre-cum on the head of his cock, loving the salty sweet taste of him. I looked up at him under veiled lashes when he cursed. Watching him, I opened my mouth wide and slid my mouth over his thick cock, taking as much of him as I could.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “I love your mouth, Karen. It feels so fucking good.”

  His hand shoved into my hair, holding me in a tight grip, but he didn’t force me to take more of him than I could handle as I worked my mouth over him. I began moving my head faster, using my hand to stroke the rest of his shaft as I sucked hard on the tip of his cock, feeling him shudder.

  “Fuck, no more. I want to be inside your tight pussy when I come.”

  Feeling bold, I released his cock and stood. Reaching under my dress, I slowly pulled off my thong, letting it drop down onto the floor. He reached for me but I simply smiled.

  “I want to ride you,” I purred.

  “Then sit on my cock, Karen.”

  His jaw tightened as I straddled him and slowly lowered myself down. Angelo held onto his cock, positioning the thick stalk so I slide down the length. We both moaned as I took him deep. I felt completely wicked, with both of us dressed except for where we were connected.

  “God, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned as I rode him.

  His hands gripped my hips hard, helping me rise and fall on his cock as his mouth sucked my nipple through the fabric of my dress.

  “Naughty girl, I think it makes you hot thinking that there is a club full of people at your back while you ride me,” he taunted. “Would you like that, cara mia? Would you want all those people watching as you slid this slick cunt up and down my cock?”

  “No,” I whispered, even as my pussy gushed more cream around his invading cock. “Just you. I just want you.”

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped us so I was flat on my back on the couch and he was kneeling on the floor, still lodged deep inside me.

  “Good,” Angelo snarled. “Because I won’t let anyone see you like that. Your body belongs to me. Only I get to see your beautiful face as you come.”

  His mouth crushed down on mine as he began to pound himself inside me. He levered back, grabbing my legs to hold them open in a wide V as he continued to thrust himself deep, using all his strength.

  “Rub your clit, Karen. Do it now,” he demanded.

  With my eyes watching his face, I lowered my hand between us, lifting my dress up more so I exposed where he was thrusting inside of me. Needing the release, I rubbed my engorged clit in a circular motion , moaning at the pleasure.

  “Faster, cara,” Angelo ordered. “I’m gonna come and need you with me.”

  “
I want it,” I teased. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  I kept rubbing my clit while he pounded himself into me. I could feel it building inside of me until I was on the edge of ecstasy. He shifted his hips and the sharp movement made me shatter. I screamed as I came, soaking his cock with my cum.

  “Karen!” Angelo’s own release burst from the head of his cock in violent spurts. He released my legs, coming down over me as he wrapped around me.

  We lay together for long minutes, and when he pulled back I cupped his beloved face in my hands. “I love you, Angelo.”

  “I love you, too, cara mia.” He sighed heavily. “I guess I am done resisting you, after all – but we still have to be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  “I’ll be careful. You just need to trust me and stop thinking I can’t handle what’s going on. I know about your life now and need you to share it with me.”

  “I will. I’m sorry, Karen.”

  We cleaned up in the private bathroom in the office, laughing and touching one another, and I was glad for the feeling of belonging our love afforded us. We left the privacy of the office behind and went to join our friends, getting cat-calls and good natured jabbing as soon as we sat down. In our absence, Rocco and three of his friends had joined the party and everyone was having a good time… everyone but Maria, that is.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” I leaned over and asked her.

  “Not here,” she said, her eyes worried. “Come to the bathroom with me.”

  She stood up and I followed her. Angelo grabbed hold of my hand and stilled my movements.

  “Where are you going, cara?”

  “Bathroom with your sister. You know us chicks like to travel in packs.”

  He smirked at me and I leaned down to brush my lips across his. I straightened with a wink and grabbed Maria’s hand, following her to the hallway where the restrooms were located.

  “He’s here,” she hissed at me as soon as we were out of hearing range from the table.

  “Who is?”