37. Claudia

Chapter 37

Claudia

I forget about the outside world for a while and let Angelo take control.

"On your knees," he says. Outside, the sun's still bright, and I'm completely naked, my heart hammering in my ears. I should be worried about my sister, scared about what might happen with Tommy, but I can't focus on anything else right now.

Only Angelo standing in front of me wearing just his black boxer briefs, his massive cock straining against the fabric.

I reach up to touch him, but he knocks my hand away. "Not yet," he says, his voice a purr. "You first."

My mouth opens and I'm salivating. "How?"

"One hand between your legs."

I obey, stroking my pussy over my panties. I've never touched myself in front of a man before, and god, I really like the way he's watching.

"Does that feel good?" he asks.

"Fuck yes," I whisper.

"Inside the panties now. Tell me how wet you are."

"Soaking," I moan as I tease up my own folds. I rub my clit gently and I'm so sensitive I can't stop the gasp I make.

"Good girl. So fucking good. Now, one finger inside. Go ahead, baby."

I obey, stroking in and out. "Good," I murmur.

"Now two. Go ahead."

"Better," I whimper.

"Three." His eyes shine with excitement, and I press three fingers deep into my pussy.

"So good," I gasp, going in and out as he stares at my shuddering body.

I let out these soft mewls, littlie yelps and whimpers of pure bliss. He bends down and kisses me, tongue invading my mouth. "Tell me how good it feels," he says, one hand gripping my hair.

"It feels so fucking good," I moan, stroking faster.

"Stand up. Turn around."

I hurry to my feet, head spinning. He bends me over the bed and slowly peels my pants down.

"Legs spread," he commands.

I obey, pulse racing. Is he going to fuck me? Is he going to lick me? I want it all, everything, and I moan as he spanks my ass and slides his considerably larger fingers inside from behind.

I push into him, groaning, and he pulls my hair until my back's flush to his chest. His fingers are still inside, my ass pressed against his forearm, and it feels so fucking good I might go crazy. He kisses my neck, nibbles on my shoulder, and sinks his fingers in deeper, stroking faster.

"I want you to come, and when you're finished, I'm going to make you lick my fingers clean," he whispers in my ear, hot and gorgeous. "Tell me you want it."

"I want it," I gasp, shuddering, totally out of control. The orgasm builds and builds, and I can't believe how good this feels. "Please, I want to come."

"That's a good girl," he growls. "You're so fucking sexy, Claudia, every inch of you drives me fucking crazy. I want to fill you, baby, I want to fuck you until you can't think anymore. Once you're done cleaning my fingers, you're going to suck my cock, and when my dick's nice and soaked with your spit, I'm going to fuck you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Angelo," I gasp, shaking against him. "Yes, fuck yes," I moan, and the orgasm hits me in the skull as lights flash at the edges of my vision. I come on his hand, exploding onto his palm and fingers, and when I'm done, he guides me onto my knees.

"That's a good girl," he praises. "Look at you, so beautiful, licking me clean."

I suck his fingers, tasting myself on his skin. "Do you like this?" I ask as he pulls my hair back.

"I love it." He takes off his boxer briefs, and god, I'm always shocked at the size of him. Thick and long and massive. I really had to get used to him, but now, it's like each stroke is bliss.

I take him into my mouth, eager and greedy, the orgasm still rippling through my body. I suck him fast, hollowing my cheeks, rolling my tongue. Spit covers his shaft.

"Get it nice and messy, baby," he whispers. "Messy just like your pussy. You dirty fucking girl." He groans, and that's my favorite sound in the world. He loses his mind when he's inside of me, in my mouth, between my legs, and I love that I can make him go crazy like this. It's a strange sort of power, being able to make him feel good. He's in control, but he's also totally at my mercy.

I put my hands on my tits and look up at him, his dick in my mouth, and his eyes burn like suns.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers. "Look at you. So fucking sexy. I want to ruin you, again and again. I want to fill you to the goddamn brim and make you beg my name."

I pull back, gasping, and he drags me to the bed, totally out of his mind. I love it when he pins me down like this and thrusts deep inside, like he's forgetting to go easy and slow. My back arches, and there's a brief flare of pain as he goes nice and deep, but we're past the point of being gentle. This is my favorite, when he's mindless and hungry, and he fucks me like a savage, dirty words drilling into my ear like his cock pistons into my pussy.

We're a sweaty mess of limbs and pleasure. The things he whispers would've made me blush only a few weeks ago, but now whines and moans and gasps rip from my lips as his cock takes me deeper, stretches me, spreads me. He's right, I'm messy for him, I'm his dirty girl, and fuck, I grind my hips back as we fall into a rhythm, and my brain starts to go blank as another orgasm builds in my core.

I come on him, a gasping, rasping release. I hiss and breathe hard, as he hammers deep and finishes only moments after I do, all of him spilling inside of me, and soon we're a tangle of limbs and sheets. I'm spent and dizzy, blissed-out and brainless, like clay in his fingers.

"I'll never get used to that," he whispers. "The way you make me go crazy. Fuck, baby. I love it."

"I love it too," I admit, grinning like an idiot. "I guess there are certain benefits to moving in together."

"Just a few." He kisses my neck and laughs into my hair.

I want to stay with him like this forever. I don't want to move, don't want to breathe, don't want to think.

It's him and me, his arms around my body, and everything's exactly how it should be.

The world's right, and I'm okay.

Until my phone rings.

I stir but don't look over, and it keeps on ringing.

"Check it," he says very gently.

"I don't want to."

"I know, but you should anyway." He reaches over to the bedside table and pulls it over. His face goes blank as he turns the screen in my direction.

Serena's name.

I grab it from him and sit up, fear jolting into my guts. "Hello? Serena? Are you okay?" I feel like I'm babbling, but she rarely calls me, and I know she's in trouble right now. She and Tommy are on the run, and she might be hurt.

"Claudia, can you hear me?" She's whispering. The connection isn't good, and I can hear voices in the background.

"I hear you. Where are you right now? Tell me and I'll come get you. Angelo and I will get in his truck the second we hang up."

"Shit, Claud, you can't. I mean, Tommy would kill me." She sounds scared. I don't think I've ever heard her like this, not even when she talked about him hitting her.

The voices in the background get louder and I hear something muffled, like she lowered the phone. They're definitely not speaking English. They fade again, and she comes back.

"I can't talk long, but I'm freaking out. I'm stuck in this place?—"

" Where ?" I push, because for once in her life, she needs to do the smart thing and actually tell me what's going on.

"Tommy's going psycho," she says instead. "He's pacing around and cursing and it's freaking me the hell out."

"Who else is with you? Did he hit you?"

"I don't know who these guys are. They're like Russian or something, but they're bad, Claud. They're really freaking bad."

More foreign shouting. I put the phone on speaker so Angelo can hear and his face darkens instantly. He mouths Serbian at me and I feel a sinking dread fill my guts.

"Tell me where you are."

"I don't know. I was high when Tommy brought us here. It's like some weird grocery store, except we're down in the basement and he won't come back up. There's this little room with a bed and stuff, and that's where I am right now."

"Give me more," I plead, but Angelo's already nodding to himself like this confirms something he already suspected.

"I can't. I don't know what to do. Shit, this was a mistake, I shouldn't have called, but I'm just freaking out."

"Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"

"No," she says and there's a long pause. The voices are quiet and distant like they're on the other side of the house. "And yes, yes, I'm in serious fucking danger right now."

"Serena—"

"Shit, I have to go. I'm sorry, Claud, I really shouldn't have called. I just wanted to say that I love you, and I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you, and I don't deserve to have you in my life. But hey—" Then there's someone talking loudly, and Serena's talking back, but it's muffled for an instant before the line disconnects.

I stare at the phone. The screen's dead and black. I drop it on to the bed and slowly drop onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest.

"I'm so sorry," Angelo says. "Baby, I know that was hard, but it's good she called."

"It's good?" Sobs wrench from my throat. For a little while, I could pretend like my own life and my own happiness were my priority now, but the second I hear Serena's voice again, it drags me right back to where I am.

Because the truth is, I can never let her go.

Not when I know she's out there and needs my help.

"We know where she is." He pulls me into his arms. I cry against him, feeling small, but the shelter of his arms is like two solid walls holding the rest of the world at bay. "I got a tip, and based on what she just said, I think that tip was right. We can get her out."

"Don't give me false hope." I stare at him, tears streaming down my face.

"I wouldn't." He wipes my cheeks. "Just keep holding on, okay? I'm doing what I can to help her."

"Angelo." I lean into him and cry, and I ask myself for the thousandth time what would have happened to me and Serena if he hadn't come into my life.

For so long, nobody had cared about my sister, nobody but me and Tommy, and he only wanted to use her for sex and status. She's beautiful, and that makes him look better.

But now Angelo cares. He gives a damn, even though he doesn't really have to, and that's like a cold breeze lifting me up into the air. I can breathe, at least a little bit, and even if there's still a cracked and battered lump of dead stone pumping blood in my chest, at least I'm starting to feel something when he's with me. And that's a miracle I never dreamed was possible.