Devil at the Altar - Nicole Fox Page 0,73

can stay out of trouble long enough to graduate. One more: I agreed to this deal.

And, last but not least: I’m scared that I might’ve gotten fake-hitched to a high-powered criminal of some sort, and I don’t know what the hell to do about it.

Knock-knock. “Dani?” Angelo says. “You in there?”

“No,” I say, trying for a laugh. It comes off sounding fake and pathetic.

He chuckles. “You’ve been gone for twenty minutes,” he says. “If it’s something—ah—indiscreet, then tell me and I’ll go. Just wanted to check that you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “I just needed time.”

“For what?” he prompts. “If you’re not—you know—can you open the door?”

I do. He walks in, looking like the devil himself, shirt sleeves rolled up, vine-like veins twisting around muscular forearms, that musk of cologne and sweat radiating from him. He looks around the bathroom.

“What are you doing in here?”

I see a way I could get out of this by lying. I could tell him I needed time to think about Wyatt. But, even if he might be lying to me—or at least omitting a few things—I don’t want to go down that road.

So instead I tell a half-truth. “Waiting for you,” I say, reaching behind him and closing the door.

Because I have been waiting for him. Waiting for him to make sense to me. Sure, it’s a tenable link, and maybe I’m just trying to justify how hot he looks right now, but that’s the best I’ve got.

I just want to forget everything that’s happened and pretend that I am the one in control of my life. And since I can’t do that, I do the next best thing—I let Angelo be in control.

He sees the look in my eyes and instantly knows what it means. He doesn’t hesitate, thank the Lord. On the other side of the locked door, I can dimly hear things going on without us. It’s heart-racing to think that, at any second, somebody could come knocking on the door. But I don’t care. His touch, his kiss? That’s the only that makes sense anymore. So I fall into it like a swimming pool.

He reaches down, unbuttons my jeans, and slides his hand between my legs to touch my slickness. “Fuck, I need to taste you, Dani.”

“Uh-uh,” I say. “We don’t have time—Ah, oh fuck. Yes.”

He’s already on his knees, yanking down my jeans and burying his mouth in my pussy. His tongue slides inside of me and I throw my head back to let the moans rise out like steam.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he snarls, warmth breath tickling over my lips.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, hardly able to get the words out. “I’m so close.”

“From this, Dani?” He slides his tongue in, out. “You’re going to come for me like this?”

“Y-yes.”

He really gives it to me now. Briefly, annoyingly, all my concerns rise up in my mind for a second. I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure instead, pushing away the intrusive thoughts. He grips my thighs, tugging me toward him.

I almost collapse forward when the tip of his tongue unlocks the last barrier between me and a violent, cascading orgasm. My knees begin to shake and I almost scream. I bite down on my lip to stop myself. Angelo is moaning as he tongues me, and that just adds more to it.

When he rises and looks dead at me, I see the wetness all around his mouth. It just turns me on even more.

His hands are rough, but I don’t mind it. I want it. Shake me loose from my doubts, playboy. Claim me and take my worries away. He turns me and bends me over, rips my jeans down to my ankles, and pushes his hard length into me from behind, all in one smooth motion.

I buck against him, feeling his balls against my clit, and gasping as he fills me more, more, more.

“Harder,” I moan thoughtlessly. It’s all I can think of, all I can beg for.

“Harder?” Angelo growls. “Be careful what you ask for, Dani.”

He unleashes himself on me. As he pummels into me, I wonder if I’ve ever truly been fucked before now. This is something else entirely. His bulging thickness pounds against the deep spot inside of me, making fireworks. I can hear my wetness, and it drives my passion. I can hear how close he is, too.

As our simultaneous climaxes come, he brings his hand down on my ass in an almost tender spank, heightening the release. My pussy

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