Reckless Games (Reckless Mafia #1)

Chapter 17

Angela

It had been a few weeks since I started my training, and during this time, Lorenzo and I had grown closer than ever. He never hesitated to express his feelings and told me how much he loved me at least seven times a day. We had sex numerous times, sometimes even during training when hot, abrupt makeout sessions led to more. Lorenzo always prioritized my comfort over his needs, knowing I was still new to the whole intimate thing. But now, I wanted to do something more for him. I wanted to satisfy his needs like no one else ever had before.

So, I did some research. This led me to my current position; sprawled on the sofa with my laptop and iced boba tea, scrolling through various sources and gaining insights from visuals and graphics. I wished someone with first-hand experience could guide me properly, but it could not be Lorenzo because I wanted to surprise him. My eyes were intensely focused on the screen, my lips wrapped around the straw as I watched a sex tape, when I heard the distant clicking of heels, making me frown. Heels ?

My head whipped toward the hallway. Were we having guests? Lorenzo did not inform me about anything. My eyes narrowed, watching the hallway until my jaw dropped at the sight of the person entering with a rolling suitcase.

“You are such a bitch, I swear to God!”

“Ems!” I exclaimed, jumping up from my spot to hug her.

“Don’t you fucking dare ‘Emily’ me!” She took off one of her heels and tossed it in my direction, making me run the other way.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s not my fault!” I yelled, ducking behind the sofa to dodge the second heel as it hurtled towards me.

“Not your fault?” Emily rounded the sofa, quickly cornering me. “You could have at least called me! Or answer your damn phone! This is the second time, Angela!”

“My phone broke during the attack back in Italy! I got so caught up, I didn’t get a new one. Sorry! But can you please stop behaving like a wild cat so I can at least hug you?”

“Ugh, fine! But you are a terrible friend, Angela! If not for Giovanni coming to my place and bringing me here for the weekend, I would have never known if the land swallowed you or you evaporated into thin air.” She finally engulfed me in a tight hug before slapping my back. “Don’t you dare do this again!”

I laughed, feeling the weight of guilt lift off my shoulders. “I promise, I won’t. I missed you too much.”

Emily sighed, pulling back to look at me. “Well, you better have a damn good excuse for disappearing on me.”

I smiled sheepishly. “I do. And I can’t wait to tell you everything. But first, let’s get you settled in.”

Emily nodded, her eyes softening. “Alright. But this better be good.”

***

“Did Giovanni not come back with you?” I asked, taking a sip from my boba tea. Emily had settled into the guest room, and I had explained everything about the attack at Lorenzo’s mansion in Italy after she and I had gotten drunk that night. She was surprised Giovanni had not mentioned it on the flight. He had literally appeared at her doorstep, told her to pack up in an hour for a two-day trip if she wanted to see me, and that I would explain the rest. And I did .

“No, he dropped me off here and left, saying there was something urgent to deal with.” Oh , I hope Lorenzo is not in any kind of trouble. “I still can’t believe someone had the audacity to break into Lorenzo Martinez’s house. I mean, of all people, him?” I totally agreed with her. Those people had some nerve.

“Wait, what’s that?” Emily glanced at my laptop screen, making my mouth fall open. Oh shit . I had brought my tea and laptop up to her room but totally forgot to shut the screen.

“Nothing!” I squeaked, quickly slamming my laptop shut.

“Ooh, when did you get into that nasty stuff?” Emily wiggled her eyebrows at me. I sighed, knowing there was no point in hiding it from her. She had already seen everything. “Wait!” Emily’s eyes widened before I could say anything. “You popped your cherry with him, didn’t you?” I nodded silently, making her gasp and squeal in excitement. “ O.M.G. Fucking finally! I thought I’d never see the day!” She started jumping on the bed. I secretly hoped she would fall and hit her head.

No, I didn’t.

“Get back down here.” I pulled her back down. “Fine, I did. But we have something bigger to deal with now.” I explained my turmoil in detail.

“Pfft. You’re literally so cute. Worrying over giving your man a decent blow job. Are you for real?”

“I swear, I’ll kick you out of this place if you don’t—”

“Okay, okay. I’m kidding. Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” Finally, for the first time it’s not the blind leading the blind.

***

Lorenzo

“I think that’s enough, Capo,” Giovanni muttered, but I paid him no heed. I continued to empty my gun into Igor’s head. Finally, I had the local wannabe gangster who had intercepted my shipment to Leonardo right where I wanted him. Why do these people think they have a chance against me? It's almost laughable. They’re nothing but ants under my shoes. The guy was pathetic. He couldn’t last a minute before me. Not to forget, I hadn’t even used my gun, and he was already pissing his pants. There was no fun in playing with him for long, knowing he wasn’t an opponent worthy of my time. So I did him the honor of letting him leave this world easily. His body was currently punctured with seven—no, eight bullets—and his three partners in crime were in a similar state.

“Clear the area!” I barked, kicking the door open with a loud thud before storming out. Giovanni followed closely behind. “Make sure you get to the mansion before me and take Emily to your place. I don’t want anyone disturbing me for the next 24 hours.”

“Yes, Capo,” Giovanni nodded before leaving hastily. Despite having emptied my gun, the inferno burning within me had not extinguished. I climbed into my car, the engine roaring to life as I sped towards the mansion. The frustration clawed at me, fueled by Igor’s last words.

“ Nikolai paid me for it! I swear I didn’t know it was your container; otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to —” He didn’t live long enough to finish the sentence.

Once again, it was Nikolai’s doing. Where was that bastard hiding?

I killed the engine outside the mansion, storming inside to blow off some steam. Otherwise, I would do something I’d regret. Marching into my room, I flicked on the lights and was met with a sight I wasn’t expecting at all. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened at the vision before me: Angela, at the center of my bed, sitting like an enchantress, dressed in a flimsy red lace two-piece with a matching gown that was good for hiding nothing.

My mouth watered as her lips curled into a beautiful, soul-crushing smile. “Welcome home.” Fuck .

I was so entranced by her presence that I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. Heck, I couldn’t form a single word. My eyes followed her every movement closely as she got off the bed and started closing the distance. What the heck was she doing? Did she even realize she had stepped into very dangerous territory from which no one could guarantee her return?

“You look exhausted,” the words spilled from her red lips in the most sinful manner I had ever witnessed. She was a temptation disguised as an angel. A pure walking sin. “Let me help you with your clothes.” I stood still, not moving an inch, as she gently tugged on my tie before pulling it over my head. I watched, paralyzed, as she continued undoing my buttons one by one until my shirt was gone. I made no move to stop her.

My brain finally resumed working when her hands clasped my belt. My hand flew to catch hers, stopping her. “What are you doing, Angel?” I tilted my head, my voice darkening with an edge I barely recognized.

“You look rather tense. So I’m helping you cool off,” she said, looking up at me from under her lashes, making me choke on my breath. I wasn’t dreaming, right? Even if I was, I did not want to wake up from this. That was all I needed to hear before letting go of her hand.

I let her hands unbuckle my belt before she pulled it off and unzipped my pants ever so slowly. My eyes narrowed, seeing that she was taking her time with it while Jr. Lorenzo was already throbbing painfully strained against my underwear. She pulled my pants off, and I stepped out of them. Her hands grabbed the hem of my boxers as she kneeled before me, and it finally registered what she was doing. Fuck , this girl could kill me right now. And I would let her.

My hand disappeared into her hair before I pulled it back, making her jerk her face up to meet my eyes. She peered up with her doe-like eyes, making me lose my senses. “Do you realize what you’re doing, Angel?” I needed to be sure she knew what she was doing. There was no pressure on her to please me like this. But I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying the sight. Just imagining what was coming next had my blood rushing south.

“I know exactly what I’m doing, Mr. Martinez. The question is, would you let me?” She challenged, her eyes sparkling as if testing my patience. And she really was, to be honest.

That was enough for me. I released her hair, giving her the signal to pull down the last piece of clothing on me. She did, and I was left bare before her. Angela’s eyes widened momentarily, then a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She licked her lips, her gaze fixed on my throbbing hardness.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, and without another word, she took me into her mouth.

A guttural groan escaped my lips as her warm, wet mouth enveloped me. She moved slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the tip, before taking me deeper. My hands found their way back into her hair, guiding her as she worked her magic. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle suck, drove me closer to the edge. This was heaven. My personal fucking heaven. She had just started, and I could already see the stars.

“Fuck, Angela,” I moaned, unable to contain myself. She looked up at me. She was enjoying this as much as I was, and that thought alone pushed me closer to my climax. “Harder!” I threw my head back in pure pleasure.

She picked up the pace, her head bobbing faster as she took me deeper into her throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I could feel the tension building in my core. My grip on her hair tightened as I felt the release nearing.

“I’m close, Angel,” I warned, but she didn’t slow down. Instead, she went even faster, her mouth working me to the brink of ecstasy. With a final, deep thrust, I came undone, spilling into her mouth. She took it all in, not letting a drop escape. I swear, I felt my knees buckle at the impact. That was the hardest I ever came in my life.

As I stood there, panting and spent, Angela looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, her body pressing against mine, and whispered in my ear, “Did I do well, Mr. Martinez?”

I pulled her close, my lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. “You did more than well, Angel. And for that, you deserve a reward.” The intensity of the moment ignited something primal within me. She unleashed the beast, and he wanted to reward her, to make her feel the same overwhelming pleasure she had just given me. Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the nearest wall. Her back hit the surface with a soft thud, and I pressed against her, my hands roaming over her delicate lace-clad body.

“You’re incredible,” I growled against her lips, feeling her shiver in response. My hands found the ties of her gown, and with a swift motion, I pulled it open, letting the flimsy fabric fall to the floor. She was a vision in red lace, her skin flushed, looking like a pure temptation.

I didn’t waste a moment. My fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with ease, I unhooked it, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect breasts. My mouth found her neck, kissing and nipping my way down as my hands kneaded her soft flesh. Her moans filled the room, spurring me on.

“You drive me wild, Angel,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear before trailing down to capture a hardened nipple. I sucked and licked, savoring the taste of her skin as her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Lorenzo,” she gasped, her voice breathless with need. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed her right here, right now. My hands moved to her hips, hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down in one swift motion. Her legs tightened around me, her core pressing against my hardness, and it took everything in me not to take her right then and there.

“Are you ready, Angel?” I asked, my voice rough. She nodded, her eyes dark with lust as she gazed up at me. That was all the confirmation I needed.

With a powerful thrust, I entered her, her wet heat enveloping me completely. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I began to move. The feeling of her tightness around me, combined with the look of pure ecstasy on her face, was almost too much to bear.

I set a relentless pace, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge. The sounds of our passion filled the room, mingling with the heady scent of sex. I couldn’t get enough of her—the way her body responded to mine, the way she cried out my name with every movement.

“Enzo, oh God!” She panted, her head thrown back against the wall. I captured her lips again, swallowing her moans as I drove into her harder and deeper. I wanted to mark her, to claim her as mine in every possible way.

Just as I felt her walls start to tighten around me, signaling her impending release, I pulled back slightly, lifting her off the wall and carrying her to the bed. I tossed her on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation as I positioned myself between her legs.

“You’re mine, Angel,” I whispered, my eyes locking onto hers as I entered her again, this time slower, savoring the feeling of her around me. Her hands gripped the sheets, her back arching off the bed as I began to move.

I kept a steady, powerful rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing beneath mine.

“Come for me, Angel,” I commanded, my voice a low growl. “Let go.” With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around me as she reached her climax. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed me over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, I followed her into oblivion, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave.

I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms as we both caught our breath. She nestled against me, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

“That was incredible,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

“You’re incredible,” I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m never letting you go, Angel. You’re mine.”

She smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As we lay there, wrapped up in each other, I felt a sense of peace and contentment I hadn’t known in a long time. Angela was my everything, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. She was my angel, my temptation, my salvation. And I was hers, now and forever.

“Shit!” She sat up suddenly, and I followed her.

“What happened?”

“We didn’t use protection,” her hand clamped over her pretty mouth. Oh. I thought it was something serious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you pills tomorrow. Now lie down with me.”

***