Page 48 of Unhinged Little Angel

“I was planning to be nice and pamper you this morning, but now that you mention it, I’d love to hear you beg for it.” There’s a husky rumble in his throat and I can’t keep my eyes from wandering down to the shape of his cock pressed against the fabric of his gray sweats, thick and only half-hard.

I don’t know what he’s done to me, but just hearing the teasing command to beg makes my cock start to swell in spite of the general achiness in my body. Maybe he was right all along, not that I’ll ever tell him that. Maybe I wanted to see myself as a Dom because it was safer. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to be vulnerable or to risk feeling weak… I’ve never trusted anyoneat all, if I’m being honest. Another fuzzy memory from last night surfaces.

“I lied.”

“To Don?”

Even after what Antonio said, after someone literally branded me a liar for the world to see, Salvatore’s first thought was that I lied to someone else, not to him. I barely understand the feelings churning inside me; soft and sweet and too chaotic to grab on to, but I understand the playful, teasing smile on Sal’s face, and that’s somewhere for me to start.

I lick my lips with a slow drag of my tongue, holding his gaze and softening my expression.

“Please, please let me put that hot coffee in my mouth,” I plead with an exaggerated breathlessness.

He lets out a low growl and his cock visibly jerks. Every good Dom knows that the sub holds the real power, but knowing it and feeling it firsthand are two different things. Salvatore would do anything for me, to protect me, to make me happy. I’m just not quite ready to think about why.

“How you can manage to be a brat even when you’re begging is beyond me.” He shakes his head, the smile still firmly on his lips, and sets the coffee down on the nightstand. Then, hereaches into his pocket and pulls out two different pill bottles. “How are you feeling? I have the good shit Gio gave you last night or extra strength over-the-counter stuff.”

“It hurts, but I don’t want to spend the whole day high as a kite again,” I answer, pointing at the bottle of over-the-counter pills. He shakes a few into his hand and holds them out for me. “Why aren’t you working?” I ask, tossing the pills into my mouth before taking the coffee Salvatore finally hands me to swallow them down.

He gives me a flat look in answer to my question. A look that saysdon’t be stupid. Of course I’m home when you need me. That feeling flutters inside me again and I duck my head to take another sip of my coffee.

“Is Antonio dead?” I ask.

His expression darkens at the mention of Antonio’s name.

“Not yet, as far as I know. Gio patched him up and got him out of here after you passed out. It’s pretty fucking convenient that you were attacked right after he left.”

So he caught that too? I guess I’m not surprised, this is his world after all, and I’m sure he’s used to keeping an eye out for rats. I nod in agreement and consider asking what he’s going to do to Antonio now. Will he be followed? Have his phone tapped? Will one of the Morettis simply torture the truth out of him before they kill him? I’m not sure I really care. I didn’t want to watch him die, and I didn’t want it to be my fault, but if he’s been working with Don or doing anything to betray the Morettis, then I’m not going to lose any sleep over it either.

“Luca taught you about the cinnamon in the coffee,” I say instead, taking another sip.

His expression darkens again, but in a more playful way this time. “I taught Luca,” he corrects me. “Are you just baiting me or do you have a little crush on my nephew?” He takes the empty coffee cup from me and sets it back on the nightstand.

I sputter a laugh. “On Luca? Hell no. He’s adorable and all, but he’s way too sub—” I bite down on my tongue to stop the rest of that word from coming out, but it’s too late.

Salvatore’s lips curl into a wicked smile. “Too submissive for you?” He leans over the bed, bracing his hands on the mattress and bringing his face close to mine. “Are you finally ready to admit how much you love knowing that I’m going to take care of everything? Your pleasure, your safety, whatever you need, Angel, you just ask sweetly, beg for it, and it’s yours.”

My whole body relaxes with his words, that steady, commanding tone of his voice that dares me to question the promises he’s making. I sway towards him, my lips brushing his. He pulls back an inch, teasing me with a grin.

“Anything?” I chase his lips, but he pulls back again, makingmebe the one to work for it for a change. “Fuck me.” The words startle me as they fall off my tongue, but my cock hardens and a wave of heat licks at my skin, making it impossible for me to take them back or play it off as a joke.

“That’s what you want? With your arm in a sling and everything that happened yesterday still fresh?” He cups my chin gently and looks into my eyes.

I bite my lip and nod. I want to erase the memory of a stranger’s hands and putrid breath on my skin with this instead. I want to hurt in ways I ask for. I won’t wallow in feeling weak and scared.

“Then you know what you have to do, Angioletto.” His voice is a low rasp, his cock fully straining against his sweatpants now, stiff enough that I can see the fabric molding around his thick mushroom head and his swollen length.

I swallow hard, pushing away the vulnerability and shame I’ve always attached to admitting that I want someone, to letting myself feelanythingother than rage. I reach out with my good arm and grab a fistful of the front of his shirt.

“Please, Salvatore, fuck me. Fill me up with your cock, make me forget that my body can feel anything other than pleasure. Please,” I whisper the last word less than an inch from his lips, the minty flavor of his toothpaste puffing against my mouth with every one of his exhales.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growls, finally crashing his lips into mine.

He sweeps his tongue into my mouth like he owns me, and I whimper around it, shedding another few tendrils of fear with the sound. He wants me like this, needy and eager and trusting him to be all the things he promised. I’m not sure I could give him all of this if I weren’t so sure that he likes all the other parts of me too. He doesn’t want to break me or force me to be his submissive pet, he just wants me to know I can be as desperate and horny and shameless as I want to be, and he’ll never think less of me.

Salvatore swallows my whimpers and trades them for deep, rumbling moans of his own that vibrate around my tongue as he crawls onto the bed and hovers over me, his hands braced on the pillow, his thighs pinning me down. He breaks the kiss and brings one hand to my jaw, caressing my skin with the pad of his thumb and holding my gaze.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so you’re going to have to behave. Understand?”

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