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21. Claudia

Chapter 21

Claudia

I 'm confused and I'm so relieved it's physically painful. I don't put up a fight as Angelo leads me down the hall, up the stairs, and through the lobby of the third floor. I catch a few looks from the girls on shift and I notice Rodrigo sitting at the bar. He seems bored by the whole scene and not at all surprised that I'm getting dragged along behind Angelo Bianco.

"I decided to take it easy on you tonight," he says as he stops outside of room twelve. He glances down, a playful grin on his face. "Since I was so rough with all those machines last time."

"Uh," I say, turning pink. "I'm not sure I can take another beating like that."

He laughs and we go inside.

The room is pitch black. His hand finds my arm and I move closer to him, clinging on tight. Noise machines drone from the darkness, and I don't have time for my eyes to adjust before he leads me forward in a slow, awkward shuffle.

"There's a bed in about five steps," he says and counts them down. "Here we go."

My thighs hit the mattress. It's covered in silk sheets. Gently, he pulls me up with him, and I'm shaking as he wraps his arms around my body and hugs me close.

He's warm and smells like heaven. If I weren't so incredibly amped up by what went down a few minutes ago, I'd be able to fall asleep like this.

"You seem upset," he whispers, his mouth very close to my ear. "Don't worry. If you're quiet, the microphones won't be able to pick this up. We're safe."

I touch his face. It's like a dream. The sheets wrap me in their softness and Angelo's body drenches me in warmth. "How did you know I needed you?" I whisper back.

"I didn't. I just heard you were working and wanted to see you." A quizzical note in his voice. "What happened?"

I tell him everything, from start to finish. When the story's over I feel like I purged some of the anxiety and I'm able to calm down a little bit, but I still have Serena's nod playing through my head.

"Fuck, baby," he says, his fingers tightening on my hip. "I shouldn't have asked that of you. That was—" He lets out a frustrated growl. "It was too dangerous."

"I'm fine. I mean, I don't think Serena's going to turn me in."

"No, I don't think she will, either. But still, I was being selfish."

"That doesn't matter. I found proof that Tommy's been messaging with that Roc guy and I even got some of his conversation. There were other names, foreign names. Maybe even Serbians. I'm pretty sure Tommy's having a meeting with other foreign guys right now."

"Describe them."

I do my best to remember all the details and I whisper it all into his ear. "Does that help?"

"I don't know." I can feel his jaw flex, we're so close. "Getting you involved in all this was a mistake."

"It's our deal, right? I help get information, you help free my sister. That's the whole thing. I'll send you the pictures I took."

He's quiet for a minute. I can feel his heart thumping in his chest and feel the slow, steady motion of his lungs like the ocean lapping at sand. I stroke his stubble, wondering how I'm here, wrapped in his arms, like it's totally normal.

"You're right, it's our deal." His lips brush my neck. My eyes adjusted to the near dark and he's an outline in the gloom. All gray and black and brooding and beautiful. "But I'm starting to wonder if that's a mistake. If I found something better with you. If I should be protecting that."

"I don't need protection." I shiver at the thought of him keeping an eye on me. "I need help."

"I'm going to help you, no matter what."

"Then, what? You don't need me anymore?"

"No, baby." He sounds frustrated, almost angry, like he's wrestling with something. "I still need you."

But I don't think he means our deal anymore.

I think he means something else.

He pulls back and he looks into my eyes. I look back, and I suddenly feel like Serena from earlier. I have a choice to make, and either direction takes me somewhere new, and whichever I choose will reverberate for the rest of my life.

I can kiss him here and now. I can press my lips to his and drink him in. Or I can insist that we stick to the original deal and push aside this thing growing between us.

"It's just been me and Serena for so long," I admit, torn in a dozen different directions. "When we were growing up, I did my best to protect her. And I think she was protecting me too." My voice chokes and I have to stop. He brushes a thumb across my cheek. "Then she fell in with Tommy, and I've been trying to bring her back. I don't know how to do anything else."

"You don't have to do anything, baby," he says as his thumb moves down my lips, down my neck, down my breasts. My heart stutters, forgets how to pump, and only remembers a couple seconds later, hammering twice as fast. "I'll show you."

His fingers brush across my thigh.

Serena's been the force pulling me through life. I love my sister—I need to save my sister—she's all I have left of Mom and Dad. Angelo's a distraction, even if he's offering to give me what I want, I still can't be sure he's going to follow through. He's like Tommy. They're from the same world.

But where Tommy's loud and full of bluster, Angelo's a quiet murmur. He's warm and big, and his hands are soft on my body and he smells like mint and aftershave. He's funny, and I like to flirt with him, and most of all, I believe him when he tells me things.

I make my choice.

I tilt my chin up and I kiss him.

The kiss is gentle at first, barely a brush in the darkness, but then he's crushing me down against the mattress and his tongue is in my mouth and I'm kissing him back like I'm going to lose my mind if I don't. My clothes come off—there's not much of them anyway—and his mouth sucks on a nipple as his other hand teases my pussy. My back arches and I'm moaning, and screw the cameras and microphones, I just don't care anymore.

Angelo groans as his fingers slide inside of me. "You're so fucking wet," he whispers and bites my lower lip. "You wanted this so badly, didn't you?"

"You've been teasing me like crazy."

"I can't help myself. Fuck, baby, that's the problem. I can't help myself when you're around."

"We can stop."

"No, we definitely can't." He devours me then. Kisses down my body, lingers on my breasts, ducks between my legs and he does that incredible thing again. Fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while his lips and tongue drive my clit to heaven, and my entire nervous system goes supernova, lighting up in a divine spotlight pointing straight to ecstasy. I grip his hair tight enough that I'm sure it hurts and he doesn't seem to mind, and when I come, it's a breathy-crazy-aching sort of orgasm, and it makes my toes curl hard enough that my feet almost cramp.

"Not done with you," he says as he kisses me in the darkness. I'm breathing hard, almost panting, and I feel his hard cock against my side. I reach down and stroke him, very slow. The guy's absolutely massive and I'm kind of afraid to take this further, but also kind of afraid not to.

"What else could you possibly want?" I ask, grinning to myself.

He kisses my neck. "Every inch of you." He kisses my mouth, my ears, my breasts. "Do you have any idea what you look like, baby? No, don't answer, let me tell you." He teases me again, going slow. I'm moaning as he spreads my legs. "You look like you draw every single male gaze in every single room you ever enter. You look like I could lock my doors, close my windows, turn off my phone, and spend the rest of my life feasting on you. You look like I'd rather die in bed fucking you until I run out of oxygen than spend another day without tasting your skin. You look perfect."

"My god," I whisper as I feel his cock press against my aching, dripping entrance. "Since when did you get so talkative?"

He growls as he buries himself inside of me and my brain blows up. It hurts a little as I stretch to take all of him, and it feels like absolute bliss as he starts to grind his hips into me.

"You make me this way," he whispers as he fucks me. "God, baby, you're so fucking tight. You keep moaning like that and I'm going to come."

"Easy, boy." I dig my fingers into his back. "I feel like I don't have a head anymore."

"I want to fill you until you scream." He thrusts deep and slow, and we fall into a rhythm. "Fuck, I want to come in your pretty mouth and watch you swallow every drop. I want to come between your legs and make you beg for more. I want to take you like an animal, and I want to watch you fall apart on my thick cock."

"Oh, god," I moan because I'm losing all conscious thought. We're grinding faster as he fills me to the brim. He licks my nipples, bites them hard and squeezes my hips. I'm working back against him, panting fast.

"Messy girl, you're so fucking slick and wet. You love taking me deep, don't you? Tell me you love it, baby."

I reach up and push against the headboard. "I love it."

He licks my nipples and fucks me harder. "Say it again, you dirty fucking girl."

"I love it." Stars burst in my vision. Bliss rises up as my core clenches down. "Oh my god, I'm going to come again."

"That's right baby, get my big dick all messy and wet. Come on, say my fucking name while I fill you up."

"Angelo," I moan and my back arches and I come, explosive and incredible, and he keeps going, fucking me mindlessly, no more gentle, no more easing me in, but taking me now, taking me the way he wants me.

I gasp, shivering, and I feel him stiffen as my orgasm ends. He finishes deep between my legs, and I have no conscious thoughts, none whatsoever, as he wraps his arms around my body and tugs me tight to his chest.

We're naked. The silk sheets are slick and damp. The noise machines continue their low drone, and somewhere else, all of this was caught on an infrared camera and backed up with noisy tape.

And I don't give a crap.

"Did you plan this?" I ask him, not upset about it, but curious.

"No." He kisses my neck. "I just wanted a spot where we could talk."

"You didn't think that maybe, just maybe, if you got me in a very dark room in a very comfortable bed, maybe you'd just get lucky?"

I can feel his smile against my neck. "The idea might've occurred to me. Are you upset about it, baby? Are you complaining that I want to fuck you?"

"Not even a little bit."

I should get back to work. By now, I bet Tommy's already complaining to Rodrigo, and everyone knows where I went. Maybe Serena decided she wants to get rid of me after all and Tommy's biding his time before he can snatch me away.

Or maybe none of that matters.

I have Angelo, and he has me. I'm safe in his arms, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I can be at peace for a little while. I don't have to let my brain run a million miles per second worrying about everything that might go wrong.

Worrying about my sister most of all.

Angelo's got me.

I'll send him the photos later, and maybe that will make things dangerous again, but that's for future-Claudia to deal with.

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