Page 38 of His Angel

I collapse onto the bed, utterly exhausted. Today has been a chaotic whirlwind, starting with the unexpected arrival of my period, a rare and unwelcome guest that caught me off guard. Then came the mind-blowing period sex with Isaia, his newfound kink for my blood igniting a feral side of him neither of us knew existed.

I’m still reeling from the intensity of it, my body aching in the best way. I’m also extremely grateful the Del Rossas bring their women to this island for retreats like this. Finding tampons stocked in the bathroom cabinet felt like a small miracle.

Movement just outside the window catches my eye, and I stand, inching closer, swiping the curtain a little to the side, peeking through.

Leandra is on the deck holding a glass of wine, leaning against the rail and staring out over the ocean, a dark blanket of shimmering diamonds under the moonlight.

She’s a beautiful woman, an extension of Alexius Del Rossa, Boss of the Dark Sovereign Mafia. Her elegance starkly contrasts his darkness, her softness a much-needed balance to his cruelty. It’s easy to see they’re perfect for each other, even for an outsider like me.

Alexius steps up behind her, and she leans her head to the side as he wraps his arms around her waist, and it’s like she melts into him. Like they’re two parts of one soul.

He’s whispering something in her ear, and she’s smiling while he eases the back of his hand down her arm, his gaze following his touch. He’s enthralled by her, mesmerized, and the longer I watch, the more I become aware of the heat flowing between them.

I place a hand just below my throat as he slowly wraps his hand in her ponytail, abruptly pulling her head back, her lips parting as he drags his tongue along the shell of her ear. My breath hitches, a warmth spreading between my legs as he grips her hip, knuckles turning white, pulling her against him.

Is he hard for her? Of course, he is. Look at the way he rolls his hips, wanting her to feel his cock, like he needs the friction.

Pulling her head back even more, he forces her face to the side so he can claim her mouth over her shoulder, their tongues darting out, sliding and licking and devouring, his hand sliding up her body to cup her breast through her sage dress.

They’re an erotic vision as I watch Leandra extend her neck, a clear sign of her submission, eyes closed and lips parted.

Alexius pulls the fabric down, exposing her hard nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and the glass slips from her hand, dropping on the sand below the deck.

I pull back abruptly, my heart pounding with sudden guilt. Is it right for me to watch this? To feel my desire grow by witnessing what they’re doing? But, shit, they’ve barely begun, and it’s the hottest display I’ve ever seen. The way he controls her, how she becomes liquid for him.

I peek through the curtain, sucking on my lower lip as Alexius takes his hand from her now-exposed breast and lets it find its way up to her neck.

He grips her slightly, not enough to choke, but enough to hold her captive under his spell, and I wish I could hear what he’s saying to her. I bet it’s something dirty. Filthy, even. Maybe he’s telling her how he needs to be inside her. Asking her how wet she is for him.

Oh, God.

I’m holding my breath as his other hand travels down her side, slipping under the skirt of her dress, and she falls back against him. I imagine he finds her clit, teasing it, rubbing it gently in slow circles with the pad of his finger, her pussy throbbing and soaked.

My breathing becomes shallow, my thighs clenched tightly against the growing heat, suddenly hyperaware of the feel of my panties against my pussy, the fabric soaking up my wetness as my body reacts to witnessing their desire unfold.

“Enjoying the show, baby girl?”

“Jesus!” I yelp, turning quickly to find Isaia standing close. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

The corners of his lips curl with dark amusement. “Judging by the flush on your cheeks, and this vein right here,” he reaches, tracing a finger along the pulse in my neck, “watching them’s got you really,” he brackets my throat with his hand, “really fucking hot.” He turns me to face out the window, keeping his hand around my throat. “Keep watching.”

Desire floods me, and I lean back against him.

Alexius guides Leandra’s hands to the rail, her arms outstretched, and grasps her hips, pulling her ass out to him, then trails a single finger all the way from the back of her neck down her spine like he’s committing every vertebra to memory.

I swallow hard. “Isaia, I?—”

“Don’t take your eyes off them,” Isaia demands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers racing down my spine, and he settles into a chair behind me, his presence a dark heat at my back. “You got a tampon inside you?”

Heat floods my cheeks, a flush of embarrassment mingling with the ache building in my belly. “Yeah.”

“Bend over.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

My legs quiver as I lean forward, and gently he eases my panties to the side, and I suck in a sharp breath when I feel him tug at the string. His fingers are deliberate, teasingly slow, and I feel the gentle pull as he eases the tampon free, the sensation both intimate and forbidden, sending a rush of heat straight to my core.

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