Reckless Games (Reckless Mafia #1)

Chapter 9

Angela

Oh. My. God.

The moment his lips met mine, it was as if a spark ignited, setting my mind ablaze with an intensity I had not known before. Without hesitation, I responded to his kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating blend of sensations that enveloped me. Before I knew it, he was atop me, but the thought barely registered in my overwhelmed mind. How could I complain when every touch, every caress felt like pure bliss? How could I complain when he made my heart jackhammer against my ribcage? How did he manage to do all that with just a kiss?

My first kiss had, unfortunately, been stolen by a stupid dare. So it is safe to say that one did not count. But this kiss… God, his kiss.

His lips tasted of peppermint and a hint of tobacco, a combination that was enticing. But more than the taste, it was the way he touched me, as if he knew every secret of my body and played it like a symphony, coaxing out melodies of pleasure I had never experienced before. With each kiss, my heart pounded against my ribcage, and he seemed to become my lifeline, the very air I breathed.

As he bit my lip, a low groan escaped me, and he stole the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine in a dance that felt destined. It was like he took away my breath. But that was not right. Because he became my breath. In that moment, he became my oxygen. The only one I was breathing in and out. How do I even put this experience into words? It was as if time stood still, and I lost myself in the sensation of him, of us, becoming one.

But then something shifted in the air—a subtle change in his demeanor that I could not quite decipher. His once relaxed posture stiffened, and I sensed a flicker of frustration in his movements. Like he could not get enough. Yet, it did not deter him from exploring every inch of my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless, craving more of his touch.

As he finally pulled back, leaving me gasping for air, our eyes locked in an intense stare. His hands remained on either side of my head, a silent reminder of his dominance, yet there was something else lurking beneath the surface.

"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to regain my composure. Despite the intensity of our encounter, he seemed unaffected, his gaze burning with a primal desire that sent shivers down my spine.

“I am now,” he breathed out, his breath fanning my face, “more than ok.” Why was that so hot? “Fuck! You drive me insane, Dolcezza, " his words dripped with raw emotion. His eyes flickered back and forth between my eyes and lips. The feral look in them was screaming he wanted to dive right back into it. Again.

He moved back and pulled me up along with him. But what made me squeal was when he picked me up and positioned me on his lap in a position that made me straddle him. My breathing was still heavy, and my mind was clouded in haze from our session.

I was so out of character, and this was inappropriate by all means. But why did it feel so right? Most importantly, how did he manage to maintain his calm after doing all that? Meanwhile, I was left feeling like a puddle of mush, every nerve of mine tingling. Not to forget, I was wet down there. Very wet.

A nervous lick of my lips betrayed the sudden rush of confidence that had evaporated as quickly as it had surfaced, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. The undeniable hardness pressing against me sent a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins, despite my attempts to maintain composure. He was rubbing himself purposely on me. I could see it. His piercing silver gaze bore into mine, igniting a dangerous spark that set my pulse racing.

“ How…how was your day?” My gaze darted anywhere but into his intense eyes, desperate to distract myself from the overwhelming heat coursing through my body. And gosh, the summersaults my heart was doing in the moment!

“It was… intense,” he replied with a dark undertone, his words hanging heavy in the air.

“Is everything alright?” My eyes narrowed in concern.

“It will be.” It was clear he was holding back a lot of information. He was clearly disturbed by whatever happened. Could that be the reason he just kissed me like this? Just so he could pent out his frustration for the day? The thought made my stomach churn painfully. Why did I not like him using me for…his, well…I do not know what should I even call it? What should I call whatever it was between us? Did he even feel whatever it was between us?

“What are you breaking your head about?” He broke me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing,” I shook my head. “Just that…you looked a little disturbed. So I was just curious.”

“Were you now?” I nodded honestly.

“A guy stole from me.” Oh.

“We can report it to—” My suggestion was blocked out by his dark, husky laugh.

“ It's taken care of,” he assured me, amusement flickering in his eyes at my suggestion.

“How much did he steal?”

“Four thousand dollars.” Well, that would not make a dent in his pocket.

“So four thousand dollars was what upset you?” I frowned. That came out more unsure than I expected. “I mean, it's unlike a wealthy man to cry on four thousand dollars.” I slapped my hand over my mouth, registering what the hell I was spitting out of my mouth as a pure consequence of nervousness. Fucking hell, Angela! Way to go.

“Adorable,” I heard him whisper underneath his breath. Nothing about this situation was adorable. “It's not the money that matters. It's the rule that counts. There is no forgiveness for cheaters and liars. Not in my world.” The way it sounded like a threat made me gulp.

“Of course. It's about loyalty and honesty,” I responded, my fingers fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt as I tried to steady myself. His proximity was both intoxicating and unnerving, leaving me feeling off balance. I did not miss the slight curve on the edge of his lips at my action. "So, how did you take care of him?” I do not know what it was about his side of the world; it scared me shitless, yet it excited me even more. That explains all the questions that popped randomly into my mind.

“I killed him,” he said in a heartbeat, his eyes fixed on mine carefully to gauge my reaction. He raised an eyebrow when he got nothing in return. “Does it not scare you, Dolcezza ?” He leaned in, his head disappearing into the crook of my neck, making me tighten my grip on his shirt. “You wanted to know who I am, didn't you? What I do, hm?” He licked that specific spot on my neck, making my toes curl as I suppressed a moan. “What will you do if I tell you I'm a killer?” I threw my head back, melting in ecstasy. “What if I tell you I am not a good man? I kill people who don't listen to me. I like spilling blood. And most definitely, my means of income aren't legal. Most of them, at least. What are you going to do, Angel?” His words registered in my mind, but I was too far gone to understand the depth they held.

“I've seen you kill before,” I answered without thinking. He moved back to meet my eyes, a curious glint shining in them. His eyes fell on my neck before a satisfied look marked his face.

“So you won't run away for the hills after knowing all that?” He studied me carefully and got his answer when I didn't make a move. “Good. Because you can't run away from me. Everywhere you go, I'll follow you like your shadow. You know why?”

“Why?” I asked with some hesitation.

“Because you are mine.”

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