Sometime around 3 pm, I checked out mentally and went back to my room, hoping there would be a message from Angel. Entering the room, I immediately know something is wrong, something is out of place. That’s when I see him in the corner—the devil himself: Romero Knight, my father.
“What the hell are you doing here, Romero?” I spit, throwing my phone onto the table and standing guard in front of the door connecting me to Angel’s room. Please, God, don’t let her be in there. The last thing I want to do is scare her off before we even begin.
“Romero, tsk tsk. Since when do you call your father by his given name? I’m still Papa, you know?”
“No, you haven’t been Papa for a long time. Not since you killed my mother.”
He sighs heavily, “I didn’t kill her, Mio Figlio.”
“My son? I’m not your son, Romero. I told you we were finished the last time I left your home. We. Are. Through.”
“You are Mio Figlio,” he bellows. “I’ve made mistakes, but you will always be Mio Figlio and don’t you forget it. Our family is in too deep for you to be anything other than that. It is time you came into the business, Trevor. I cannot protect you forever, you must make your move.”
Stepping into his personal space, I realize for the first time how old and tired he looks. This man who was once my hero is now, and forever, my enemy.
“I will never enter your business, Romero. I don’t give a fuck about the consequences; I am not a criminal. I’ve sold my software, I’ve made my money, I don’t need yours—not that I ever did. The trust you set up is still intact, in full, and will never be touched by me. I will not be suckered into your life that way. I have my eyes wide open to you and your crew, and I will never be part of it. So, whatever it is you thought you could accomplish by being here, you’re wrong. You would be smart to leave now.”
There’s a knock at my door that neither of us was expecting. Romero moves faster than I thought him capable.
“This is not over, Mio Figlio, I’ve learned the hard way, this will never be over.” With that, he walks to the door and sweeps it open.
Fuck. Angel stands at the door holding a bag in the air.
“Um,” she starts, looking between my father and myself, the tension so thick it's suffocating. Seeming to sense my distress, she says, “Ah, the concierge delivered this to my room by mistake… I believe it is for you,” she says, staring at me.
Stepping forward to take it, she practically throws it at me and hurries off to her side of the hall. If I wasn’t scared shitless that my father would see through her, I would comment on how fucking adorable she is. Instead, I nod in thanks and escort him out of the room while she slips into hers.
“Do not come to me again, Romero. We are finished, we are no longer family, I am no longer your son. Do what you must, but do so with the knowledge I will never join you.”
“Trevor,” he speaks, but I've already turned on my heel and I enter my room once again.
Hurrying to our shared door, I knock, “Angel?” I question as I try the door handle and am relieved to find it unlocked. I find her sitting on the edge of her bed where she is swinging her legs below her because they don’t reach the floor. Her hands are tucked under her thighs, and her eyes are downcast.
“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was getting ready to deliver your stuff for tonight and I heard someone yell. It seemed pretty intense, I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” she whispers—no rambling, no mumbling, just stating facts.
Kneeling down in front of her, I loop my hand under her chin and lift her face to mine. “You were trying to protect me, Angel?” My chest is so tight, I worry I may be having a heart attack. It’s like the devil himself is squeezing my heart and I’m finding it hard to breathe.
Enveloping my large hand in her much smaller one, she leans into my palm and I suck in a large gulp of air. The devil released me. Fuck, it's her! She fought the devil inside me.
Before I even realize I’m moving, I have her lain back on the bed, me on top of her. I haven’t touched her yet. Our bodies are pressed together from the waist down, but I just stare at her. These bright green eyes stare back.
“I don’t need protecting, Angel. I just need you,” lowering my head to meet hers, I allow myself to get lost in her. Cradling her head with both of my hands, I rest my weight on my forearms. She is so tiny that I have to take care not to crush her. That self-control lasts until the second our lips touch.
Fuck me. I think I’m ruined. This tiny pixie of a woman is destroying me, and she doesn’t have a clue.
Shifting my weight to one side, I let my right hand ghost down her neck until my thumb lands on her pulse point. I don’t press, just hold it there, feeling her react to me as I kiss her, loving the way her heart rate speeds up as I deepen the kiss.
Lowering my lips to her jaw, I nip gently. “Fuck, Angel, what are you doing to me?”
“I-I-I,” she tries. I interrupt her by rubbing the pad of my thumb back and forth across her bottom lip. She shocks the fuck out of me when she pops it into her mouth and sucks.
Unable to control my most basic instincts, I grind my cock into her and she groans. “I love that sound, Angel. Shall we see what other sounds I can wring from your tight little body?” I ask as I pull my thumb from her lips with a pop.
“Y-yes, I think we most definitely should,” Angel breathes out.
Chuckling, I tell her, “This won’t be a one-night stand, Angel. I won’t be done with you after one time. Promise me we’ll have all week to explore, or I won’t be able to leave this room until I’m done with you.”
“Holy hell,” she blurts.
“I’ll take that as a yes?”
She nods emphatically, and I shift my weight again, grinding against her pussy in just the right place to make her moan. I don’t remember the last time I got such satisfaction from dry humping like a horny teenager. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I place them above her head. I stare into her eyes just before I slide down her body.
“You’re so beautiful, Angel. Do you know that? I walked around with a hard-on all day thinking about those fucking tight red pants.”
“How uncomfortable for you,” she snickers.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, Angel. During one of my sessions today, my mind wandered, and I had to excuse myself in the middle of some poor schlep’s presentation. That was very bad form on my part, I never get distracted,” I tell her as I lick her neck where her pulse is racing.
“Very bad form indeed,” she teases, so I bite down on that sensitive flesh.
“Do you know what I was thinking of, Angel?” I whisper huskily as I snake my free hand under her shirt and skim her bra line.
“Um, I’m guessing not actuarial science?” she says cheekily.
“You are full of banter today, aren’t you, Angel?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t seem to own a filter, and never once have I been accused of being quiet,” she says, almost embarrassed to have told me.
Reaching under her, I unsnap her bra and relish in the sounds of surprise that escape her. “In case you haven’t noticed, Angel, I fucking love all your sounds. Now, let’s see what new ones we can make,” I tell her, waggling my eyebrows.