My Sadistic Billionaire - Wicked First Love

And yet, it felt so, so, so good.

“Angelo, please—-”

He purred into her ear, “I know, tesoro. Even if you don’t, I know what you want—-”

She felt him lifting her off his cock until only the swollen tip of its head was inside of her.

“And I will give it to you.” His eyes glittering with unquenchable lust, he said savagely, “I’m going to give it to you even if you cry out for me to stop, I’m going to give it to you, every fucking hole—-” He pulled her down hard, impaling her like she was a sacrifice, and his cock reached all the way to her womb.

She screamed his name.

He began pounding into her.

“Angelo, oh my God, Angelo—-” She remembered his promise, and she realized this was it.

He was fucking her harder than he had ever fucked any woman in his life.

And that was what did it for her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, “Yes.”

Angelo shuddered at the sound, but his hips pumped even more furiously against her.

It hurt, and it felt good, and she trembled, moaning, “Yes.”

“Fuck, Lane.” He became tense and hard under her, and his fingers tightened around her hips.

She whimpered, and the sound seemed to drive him wild. He took her mouth in a kiss, and his tongue began moving at the same pace of his cock—-

And then she realized what was happening—-

Two out of three, she thought dazedly.

He was fucking two of her holes.

“Angelo!” Inner muscles of her pussy clenched around his cock as she came without warning.

Angelo said something in Italian, and then he was thrusting uncontrollably inside of her—-

Angelo undone, a side of him that no one ever saw—-

More wetness flooded her channel, and she sobbed his name out.

“Fuck.”

And then Angelo was coming, too, his hot, sticky cum pouring inside of her—-

Oh God, it was like nothing she could ever imagine, and she unthinkingly pushed her hips down, wanting her pussy to have all of it.

Her actions made Angelo shudder, and his thrusts became even more uncontrollable as his cum continued to fill her.

“Lane.” Her name sounded like it was torn out of him.

She closed her eyes.

“Lane.”

Angelo saying her name as he came—-

It was the most beautiful sound in the world.

And in that moment, she knew.

She knew, but she would never tell because she also knew he wouldn’t believe her. No one probably would.

Chapter Fifteen

“Nothing happened like I envisioned.” An indefinite amount of time had passed when Angelo finally broke the silence in the control room. Both of them were naked, Lane curled on his lap while Angelo was sprawled on the couch.

“You mean feared,” she corrected sleepily, unable to find the strength to even open her eyes. “Nothing happened like you feared.”

Angelo only grunted.

It made her smile because the inelegant response was so unlike Angelo. Snuggling closer to him, she looked up, confessing, “I’m glad you took a chance on me tonight.”

There was a moment of silence before Angelo reluctantly made his own confession. “This annoys the hell out of me, but tonight was unlikely to happen if not for the singer.”

The last words dripped with so much cool distaste that it took her a second to understand who “the singer” was. “You mean Dylan?”

“Ah, tesoro. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

The way he crooned made her pulse leap. She was definitely in trouble again...and her masochistic little heart thrilled to it.

“I do not like hearing another man’s name on your lips when you’re with me.”

“Actually,” she began, “you said you didn’t like it while I was in your bed, and technically this isn’t—-”

He raised a brow. You are certain you want to argue this point?

Without missing a beat, she changed the subject, asking, “How did, err, the singer convince you?”

“Good girl.” His lips touched her hair.

A reward, she thought, and her heart skipped a beat. But even so, she wasn’t to be distracted. “Angelo?”

His sigh made her lips twitch, but she continued to look at him expectantly, and he finally said, “He told me you might surprise me.”

She was bemused. “Why would he think that? He doesn’t even know me.”

“No, he doesn’t, but he knows someone like you, and...” He paused.

“What?” She tensed, immediately thinking the worst.

Angelo knew this, and he bit her ear in punishment. “Stop being so pessimistic.”

Oh. There he was again, making her heart beat faster with the way he so impressively read her mind. Biting her lip, she insisted, “Tell me what he said. Please.”

“He told me you’re my perfect match.”

She gasped. “He said that, really? I’m your perfect match? Me?”

He stared at her stonily.

She started smiling.

“You have an irritatingly smug look on your face.”

She didn’t take offense, not when he said the words with that look in his eyes.

“I’m your perfect match, Angelo.” Her voice was awed. “Dylan—-I mean, the singer thought I’m your perfect match.”