The First Sin (Sins of the Past 1)

Our discussion ended with Angelo rolling his tongue over my clit, three fingers spreading me open, filling me up. He lapped up my juices, each ripple of pleasure tearing another scream from my lips. Angelo wrecked me, tore me up from the inside out. I twisted his hair between my fingers, and with each tug on his head, he punished me by tugging at my clit with his teeth. He wanted it to hurt. I liked when it hurt. With pain came pleasure. He had me on edge, so full I could explode from the pressure building within.

My man loved to build me up and then break me down until I couldn’t take it anymore. Heat spread down my arms and thighs like wildfire. An intense burning, a desire only Angelo could satisfy, caused my body to tremble.

The second my orgasm finished rocking through me, Angelo removed his fingers and replaced them with his thick cock.

“I missed this,” I purred. “Fuckkk…”

Angelo moved my legs over his shoulders, holding on to them, his fingers digging into my skin. “That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”

I followed his order, his words stealing each orgasm he tore from my body. He pulled out and slammed back into me, torturing me each time he moved out of me. My insides clenched and burned from the loss, instantly satisfied when he thrust into me again. Leaving a trail of kisses on my inner thigh, he watched me rub my clit. He licked his lips when I pushed up my shirt and pinched my nipple between my fingers.

It wasn’t long before I felt the slow pulsing of his cock, the sensation alone enough to make me come again. I milked his cock with my pussy, squeezing him so tight his eyes closed when he came. He came so fucking hard I felt him everywhere.

He kissed my thigh one more time before he set my legs down, wrapping them around his back. “I’m not done. I need you, G. One more time, and then you can go back to class and sit next to Connor with my cum dripping from your pussy.”

I smiled so wide my jaw hurt. “You’re such a dirty boy.”

He flicked my clit hard with his finger, and I moaned, slowly relaxing once he began moving inside me again. “My dirty girl,” he growled, as he gripped my hips and buried his cock deep inside me.

He lasted even longer the next time, fucking me so hard I had to hold on to him when he helped me up from the desk. I couldn’t move, my body like rubber. My lips were swollen, my dark curls a crazy mess pooling around my face. No one would ever believe I didn’t fuck Angelo. Connor included. Not when I could smell him on my skin, feel his cum sliding down my thighs.

Before we left the room, Angelo handed me a burner phone. Told me to keep it on silent and out of Connor’s sight. I did as he said, knowing he would call. Knowing he would come back to claim me all over again. I prayed for the next time the second we walked out of the room. One thing I knew for sure was, no one could keep me away from Angelo Morelli. Not even my father.

Chapter Nineteen

Angelo

Gia and I graduated from law school a week later. Both of us with honors and with offers from law firms in the city. Having options was great, but my fate was already sealed. I would become my father’s advisor, his consigliere, one of the most trusted positions within the organization. My father would seek legal counsel from me, but the role involved so much more. I had to play my part. Act like a wartime consigliere.

I wasn’t even sure what that meant when Paulie said the words to me. For the past year, I’d been involved in my father’s war between him and Enzo’s crew. I thought I knew how to act. Now school was over, I followed Paulie around and sat in on meetings between my father and him. On occasion, they would bring others into the discussion.

“Paulie, would you sit down already? You’re doing my head in with all the pacing.” He stopped dead in his tracks, now realizing the error of his ways.

“I’m thinking, kid. Simmer down.”

“This is how you think? You walk around in circles until what? An idea pops into your brain.”

“Enough out of you, college boy.” He threw his hand out at his side, his lip turned up into a scowl. “Stop analyzing me. Use your smarts and help me figure out a way to get us out of this deal.”

Paulie knew his time at my father’s side was short-lived. He knew it the second I was accepted into law school. But that didn’t make him any less hostile. His removal from the role was imminent, which made him angry and on edge. I worried about his ability to do his job the closer he got to handing over the reins.

“We could buy the land next to it and have it re-zoned.” I pointed at the map laid out on the table in front of us. It was the city plans, marked off by each parcel number.

Paulie shook his head. “No can do, kid.”

I was almost twenty-six, but to Paulie, I was still a kid and the youngest son of his oldest friend.

“Why not? We can make an offer to the owner.”

“Boss man said we can’t involve Carlini in any of our projects.”

“We could buy it from him, take it off his hands. It’s not even in use. No one is building on that lot.”

“Keep digging for something. If we can’t come up with something better, then we’ll talk to your dad about it. Carlini still owes the family a favor, but we don’t want to waste it.”

“He could always owe you another down the road.”

“No, this time was different. Your Pops made a promise to Lorenzo. He seems dead set on it.”