Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 2 (Roman Crime Family) Read Free Page B

to bring you back inside through the back door. He’s going to excuse himself and meet you in here.”
    She sighed heavily, still trying to gain composure. “Whatever.”
    Getting up, she checked her make-up in the mirror before walking out with Angel. Like the good little puppy she was, obedient to the end. Doing exactly what Nick instructed, coming inside through the back door, into his office.
    It was only a short while before Nick opened the door. Standing in the frame, he held it open for a moment before shutting it. He looked as if he wasn’t completely sure of what to say, and was buying time.
    Damn him for putting her in this situation.
    “Kid. I’m sorry about all of this. I didn’t plan on her wanting to come out tonight.”
    “No explanations needed. She is your wife, after all.” She refused to look at him.
    Do not cry. Do not let him see your weakness.
    She started crying anyway.
    “Kid…” His voice was low, soft. Laced with sorrow at having caused her anguish.
    She didn’t want to be moved. As usual, he was impossible to resist.
    “What do you want from me, Nick? You want me to yell and scream at you? Trust me, I will. I swear I will.”
    She began sobbing. Deep racking sobs, shaking her so hard the words would not come out. “I can’t…d-d-do t-th-this anymore-”
    He walked over, trying to take her into his arms. She jerked, pulling away. Knowing her resistance was making him panic. She never pulled away from him. 
    “Kid, please don’t.” He continued caressing her back.
    Feeling her reluctantly relax further into him, he knew this was his only chance. Bending at the knees he slowly lifted her, wrapping her thighs around him. Carrying her over to his desk, kissing her gently.
    Sitting her on the edge before stepping back to look at her. He had fallen for her. He knew it right then.
    So what the fuck was he going to do now? He’d have to figure that one out later.
    “I can’t do this.”
    “You can’t do what, kid?”
    “Sleep with two people. Be your whore.”
    “You’re not my whore. Stop saying that shit.”
    “Married men don’t leave their wives. I have a man that loves me. You have a wife that loves you.”
    “I have a hateful, spiteful, bitch of a wife who I haven’t touched in years. You my darling, have a man who treats you like shit and fucks real whores on the regular. Remember him?”
    Jess slapped him. Hard. She went to slap him again, and he grabbed her hand. The last woman who slapped him and lived was his mother.
    She truly had no fear of him.
    He had to get her under control.
    “Stop it. We both know it’s not me you’re mad at. And don’t talk about them like they’re saints. We both know they aren’t.”
    She fought against him, using her fists to hit his chest. “It’s still wrong. Dammit, let me go .”
    “No. Not until you calm down.”
    “Jesus, Nick. You can’t fuck up my life like this.”
    “The way I see it, kid, there’s two people doing the fucking. Let’s not play victim here.”
    “Meaning?” Jess glared at him accusingly.
    “Meaning this.” He moved forward, pressing his lips to hers hungrily. Leisurely, but deliberately sliding his thumbs up her inner thighs. She unzipped his pants, eager and desperate to get to his cock.
    When it released from the confines of his pants, she grabbed his hips pulling him closer. Wild with need, guiding his rigid hardness into her folds. She was dripping, wet and ready as she always was for him.
    She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper into her pussy with her legs. This was where he belonged. Inside her. Forever and ever.
    Jess tried to stay quiet, but her moans and cries of pleasure grew louder, more intense the harder he thrust. She buried her face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds. He pulled out, so only the very tip of his cock was still inside, before slamming forcefully forward against her.
    He didn’t give a fuck if they got caught. All that mattered at the moment was the