For Angelo(46)

And so she did.

Slowly, she parted her legs, wider and wider until her butt slid halfway down the seat.

“Done?”

“Y-yes.” Her legs started to shake and ache at the uncomfortable position they were in, but she found herself welcoming, even relishing the discomfort.

“Do you feel wetter now?”

Oh. The moment he said the words, she realized that it was true. The new position had also forced her folds to open, and with her facing the screens, it was almost…oh, it was almost like she had opened herself to Angelo…and all the guests at the party.

“Oh gosh.” This time, the expression slipped out of her mouth.

Angelo’s sexy dark chuckle made her feel wetter and even more exposed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” A pause. “I’ll put the phone down now—”

Shocked dismay rocked her.

“But before that, I want you to promise me one thing, and if you can do this for me, I’ll give you what we both want.”

Her throat went dry. “W-what we both want?”

“My cock taking your virginal *, and you crying in my mouth the entire night.”

Aaaaaaaah.

“So are you ready, my Lane?”

“Yes.” She practically sobbed the word out. His words had turned her world upside down, and she knew she would do anything to make those words come true.

“Never take your eyes off me.”

And then the phone went dead.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

Lane’s fingers trembled as she slowly placed her phone on the table.

She looked back at the screen, watching silently as Angelo went back inside the mansion. His stride was swift and powerful, and when he entered the basement, it was like seeing a current of electricity go through the entire room. The level of excitement rose dramatically at his presence, reaching a feverish peak as the DJ yelled on the mic, “Angelo Valencia in the house!”

Cries of excitement and sheer rapture erupted from the crowd.

A devastating beautiful smile curved on Angelo’s lips, and it was like the Pied Piper playing a tune.

All of a sudden, women were clamoring all over him.

And he was letting them.

A twinge of pain pinched Lane’s heart at the sight.

They flirted with him with their gazes, their words, the seductive sway of their hips, and Angelo allowed all of it.

The twinge turned into an ache, but still she stared, never taking her eyes off him. She watched him chat and smile with women a hundred times more beautiful and sophisticated than she could ever dream, and the pain in her heart became an agony that made her throat tighten.

She watched him circulate among the crowd like the perfect host, and her heart stopped when a female guest waylaid him…right next to a vacant couch.

No!

With the music so loud, it was impossible to hear what the girl was saying. Lane could only try her best to read the woman’s lips as they moved—

Would you like to play…with me?

Lane paled, and she hadn’t realized that she was already halfway to getting up from her chair when she saw Angelo’s lips move.

I’m sorry, perhaps another time.

She sat back down, trembling with relief and not a little confusion. She had really thought that he would accept the woman’s offer, had thought this was the reason why he hadn’t wanted her to come to any of his parties.

She looked back at the screen. Another girl had blocked his way again, and this one was more aggressive this time. Holding Angelo’s hand, she drew it to her breast.

What the—

But again, Angelo refused the woman, and Lane didn’t have to read his lips to know it had probably been something so charming that the woman wouldn’t take offense. She inhaled and exhaled, wondering how long this torture would last.

The woman walked away.

Thank God!

And Angelo’s gaze suddenly lanced hers through the security camera.

Oh.

It was like he was staring at her, asking her in that velvety voice of his if she was doing what he had asked her.

Never take your eyes off me.

Lane bit her lip hard.

The chase continued, a parade of women coming on to him almost every minute, and he let them. But it was different this time because now she realized what she had missed earlier.

While the women made their advances, Angelo’s mocking gaze would occasionally find Lane’s through the camera—

Never take your eyes off me.

And slowly, it became clear to Lane, this pain that made her heart hurt in a terribly exquisite way—

Her body reacted to the knowledge, her breasts swelling under the wired cups of her dress and aching for his touch.

Oh, how so clear it was, and this time she welcomed the pain.

Pain that had wetness gushing out of her like she would never stop wanting him until he came.

Pain so tortuously sweet because now Lane knew this was what being a masochist was all about.

She looked at Angelo, and it was like seeing him in a brand new light, and she wanted to laugh and cry at the twisted beauty of it.

He never had a plan to take any of the women up on their offers.

Never.

Not any of them.

All of this was Angelo’s sadistic way of giving her pleasure.

To taunt her, to hurt her, to make her want to cry, but most of all, because he knew she was what she was—