After my mother’s tragic death, all eyes were on my father. Her passing made our family famous. People sent flowers, cards, food, and even money to our house. I hated the fact my dad was making his campaign about family and fighting crime. It seemed so ridiculous to me. His opponent would drag his past through the mud. So, I was doing this as a favor for my dad. He needed something to go right for once.
I glanced at the door as it opened and Angelo strolled into class. The gentle swagger in his step and the way he carried himself made my core throb with need. The hunger that brewed inside me was insatiable. He was so much more than just the son of a Mafia boss to me. But we were a bad combination.
Midway through the lecture, I was scribbling notes for the final, when I looked up and saw Angelo burning a hole through me. He licked his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted his lips on mine.
I tilted my head toward the back of the room and Angelo caught on fast. He nodded as if he understood, and then he turned around in his seat.
“I have to run to the ladies’ room,” I whispered to Connor and slid out from the desk. He began to push himself up from the chair, and I covered his hand with mine to stop him. “I’ll be fine on my own. Stay here and take notes for me. I can’t afford to miss anything.”
“No, I’m c
oming with you.”
“It’s a girl thing. I might be a while.”
He outwardly cringed at the idea of periods and women problems. “Okay, but don’t take too long.”
“Promise.” I lifted my purse from the chair next to me. “I have my phone. Nothing will happen.”
He gave me a worried look which quickly turned into a closed-mouth smile.
I crept out the back door of the auditorium and hung a left until I reached the women’s restroom. The hallway was desolate, save for a few people rushing to class. Anxious about meeting Angelo like this, I bit my lip, trying to ignore the nerves creeping up from my stomach and into the back of my throat. I leaned against the wall and waited for Angelo. He showed a minute later with a cocky smirk on his lips.
“We don’t have long,” I told him. “Connor will worry if I’m gone for too long and will come looking for me.”
Angelo shrugged. “Like I give a fuck about Connor O’Shea.”
“We have to find a way to see each other. Next week is graduation, and the only time I get to see you is at school, with Connor hovering over me. I miss you, Angelo.”
He cupped my face in his hands and backed me up against the wall, our lips inches apart. “I need to taste you, G.”
“I need to feel you,” I whispered. “But not here. Connor will come here first.”
Angelo led me by the hand down the hallway with our hands intertwined. Most of the rooms were locked, but Angelo found one which was vacant. We stepped inside, and he locked the door. He pulled down the shades to cover the windows, leaving us in darkness.
Angelo cupped my ass with his big hands, his erection digging into my stomach. He lifted me up and onto a long desk in the front of the room. The cold marble top sent a chill up my legs, but nothing compared to when Angelo spread my thighs, finding his place between them.
Planting hungry kisses on my lips, Angelo didn’t waste any time exploring my body. His hands traveled beneath my shirt and bra to cup my breasts. He massaged my nipples, giving them a little pinch, as his tongue tangled with mine.
Angelo owned my body, taking what he wanted from me without asking. He never did. I loved that about him.
He shoved my skirt up to my waist and slid his hand between my thighs, ripping a moan from me. Our lips separated long enough for us to look into each other’s eyes. He gave me a crooked smile that went right to my core, my expression mirroring his.
I took his hand and helped him move my soaking wet panties to the side. “Fuck me,” I muttered. “I need you, Angelo. I need to feel you.”
“I’ve missed your pussy.” He slid his finger into me, slowly pulling it out, before dragging it along my slick folds. “You’re always so wet for me, such a good girl.”
“You didn’t miss me?” I choked out the words, too overcome with pleasure. “Only my pussy.”
“I missed every part of you, G. The last three weeks have killed me. I feel like I’m dying without you. I don’t want this life if I can’t have it with you.”
“Me either. You are my life, Angelo.” I leaned forward to unzip his pants and pulled out his cock.
“Not yet, baby.” He took control, his hand on my chest, now pushing my back to the table. “I told you I wanted to taste you. Then, I’ll fuck you.”
“We don’t have a lot of time,” I warned.
“Let him come and break the fucking door down. I don’t give a fuck, babe. No one and nothing’s going to get in the way of me and your pussy.”