His Angel: A Dark Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 10)

It’s been hours since Alexius and Isaia disappeared into the locked office. After the confrontation with Leandra and myself, things have cooled down. She even apologized, hugged me, and explained that Isaia means a lot to her, but beneath it all, I could still feel a slight vibration of dislike.

Or rather, distrust. I’m not sure.

But even though I’d like to give in to the jealousy that’s still breathing, I focus on what’s important…the fact that he has people who care for him. And if Alexius accepts their relationship, then I can, too.

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.

His hot breath fans against the back of my thighs, and I can almost feel his smirk as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

He pulls me down with him as he sits on the chair, his cock pressing hard against my ass, my thighs on either side of his legs.

He leans back, the heat of his chest gone, and I hear a lighter, followed by the distinct smell of smoke as he settles comfortably beneath me. “Tell me, how is watching them affecting you?”

It turns my stomach into knots, sends shivers down my spine, and sets my heart pounding in my chest. It’s a mixture of envy, lust, of something I can’t even name. “I’m—I’m turned on,” I admit, and I’m sure I hear him hiss behind me.

“What are they doing now?”

I bite the inside of my mouth. “He’s pulling her dress up to her waist,” I start softly. “He’s got her thong hooked around his finger, pulling it to the side, his palms on her ass, spreading her open.”

Isaia shifts, and I suck in a breath, feeling his hard cock against my pussy. “Go on.”

Alexius crouches behind Leandra, dragging his tongue between her folds, and she throws her head back. Even from here I can see her shiver.

“Talk to me, Everly. What are they doing?”

“He’s licking her.” Alexius’ grip on her ass tightens and he lifts her onto her toes.

I hear Isaia exhale, the scent of smoke heavier for a second before it dissipates. “And how is she reacting?”

“She’s moaning,” I whisper, my voice coarse. “Her fingers are gripping the railing, her back arching as she tries to push herself against him.”

“You think her pussy is wet for him?”noveldrama

“Yes,” I exhale, Alexius diving deeper, eating her out like she’s a piece of heaven he can’t get enough of.

“Is your pussy wet, troublemaker?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate, acknowledging my arousal with a strange mix of embarrassment and daring.

“Good.” Ice clinks as he swirls his drink. “Now touch yourself. I want to know how wet you are.”

My gaze is fixed outside as I reach between my legs, fingers brushing my panties.

“Slip those fingers past your panties, Everly.”

And I do, delving into my wet heat, gasping at the intensity. Isaia’s hand finds my hip, and I shiver under his touch, continuing to watch Alexius, who’s easing a finger into Leandra’s pussy from behind.

“Finger yourself,” Isaia instructs. “Put that finger inside you real deep.”

My heart hammers, thudding erratically, doing as he says, my walls clamping down, and I can’t help rolling my hips, needing it deeper, his cock hard beneath me.

With the pad of his finger, Isaia trails a burning path down my spine with a slow, leisurely stroke—that simple touch spreading fire through my veins.

“What are they doing now?”

I lick my lips, leaning my head to the side. “Alexius is standing now, reaching for his cock.”

“Lift your hips.”

As I do, gentle fingertips brush along my ass, easing my panties to the side. “Is he fucking her yet?”

I shake my head.

“Use your words, Everly.”

“No.” I lick my lips. “He’s…he’s sliding a palm up and down his length, staring at her pussy.”

“Staring how?”

I swallow. “Like he’s starved for her.” If his gaze was a match, Leandra would burst into flames.

Alexius lines up his cock behind her, teasing her, a smile of pure sin curling his lips as she inches back, clearly desperate for him. He whispers something to her, head tilted as he stares at her pussy, his cock right there.

Fuck.

I stop breathing. “Alexius…he’s going to—” Isaia pulls me down hard at the exact moment Alexius plunges into Leandra, and I cry out from the sharp shock that ripples up my core.

Leandra throws her head back, and I imagine her feeling the exact same thing I am. Exquisitely full. Divinely stretched. Irrefutably owned. It’s a surreal and arousing experience, one that has me teetering on the edge of my control.

Isaia leans back, and I hear the sound of ice against glass. “Ride my dick, baby girl. And don’t you dare stop before they do.”

I’m all moans and gasps as his thick erection fills me completely, Alexius wrapping a fist in Leandra’s hair, pulling her back with every thrust, and I roll my hips, Isaia’s cock sliding against my slick walls, a pleasurable friction that has me in a haze.

“He’s fucking her hard, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

Isaia grabs my hair and pulls my head back, craning my neck. “Then why the fuck aren’t you riding me just as hard?”

Unleashed. That’s how I feel as I start to move, grinding my hips down on him, our bodies slapping together in a raw rhythm matched only by Alexius and Leandra out on the deck.

Isaia’s harsh breaths cascade over my shoulders, mixing with my own erratic panting. Each thrust creates a shockwave of sensation, pulling groans from deep within me.

Alexius pulls Leandra up, her back against his chest, one hand still in her hair while the other cups her breast, his hips pistoning, fucking her so hard her feet lift off the ground. Her rosy lips form the perfect O, her expression laced with pleasure as he grabs her throat, and Isaia does the same to me, fingers locking around my windpipe, his grip tight.

I gasp against the pressure, the lack of air heightening my senses as adrenaline floods my veins, every touch now an electric shock.

“Go faster, baby girl,” Isaia growls into my ear, his voice rough and husky from arousal. I respond, my hips a blur as I move on him, riding him wildly, my thighs burning, sweat trickling down between my breasts.

I can see Alexius’ knuckles whiten as he increases his grip on Leandra’s throat, his thrusts becoming more sporadic and wild.

His other hand leaves her hair, moving down to press in her waist, and pleasure starts to trickle from my toes up my legs, my thighs, heat flooding my core, threatening to burst into flames, and I’m certain Leandra’s feeling the same, her body moving in sync with her husband’s.

With the pressure ramping up, I grind even harder on Isaia, my nails raking across his hard thighs, seeking purchase, and his throaty groan sends a jolt straight to my clit, intensifying the waves of euphoria.

“God, Isaia. You feel so good inside me.”

“I love it when you tell me what you feel while we’re fucking.” Abruptly, he hooks an arm under my knee, pulling my leg up and spreading me wider, his cock going impossibly deep, nerves exploding, electricity sparking.

The air is thick with the slick sound of wetness. “You hear that?” he grits out. “That’s the sound of your soaked cunt getting pounded. You like that sound, don’t you, troublemaker?”

“Yes,” I breathe, balancing myself with my hands on his thighs, lifting my ass and then slamming down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Each smack of flesh ramps it up, a sloppy, sticky mess of shameless fuckery.

“Fuck, your blood’s on my cock again,” he rasps darkly and pushes up to go deeper into me, causing me to moan.

Suddenly, Leandra lets out a cry, the sound reaching our window as her body tenses in Alexius’ grip—her pleasure an echo into the darkness.

Isaia’s hand cruelly tightens around my throat in response. I struggle for breath, and the edge of my vision grows dizzyingly dark as I…oh, God…

“Isaia, I’m going to come.” Suddenly I’m spiraling, a bright white rush of pleasure blindsiding me as I shatter magnificently on top of him.

His growl echoes like thunder in my ear, a sharp counterpoint to the piercing cry still ringing from Leandra.

“That’s it, baby girl. Jesus, just like that.” He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me down harder as he pushes deeper, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, and as Alexius throws his head back, hips jerking with short, sharp thrusts, I feel Isaia come inside me, and I’m lost. Lost in the visceral, hot blackness that is pure pleasure, pure release.

Isaia emits a low growl deep from his chest, an animalistic sound of satisfaction that reverberates through me, magnifying the exquisite trembling in my body.

Spent, I collapse back against him, my body buzzing, blood humming, pussy throbbing, and I’m nothing but pure sensation.

“Is this…” I start, catching my breath. “Is this how it’s always going to be between us?”

“And how’s that?” he pants, warm breath coating the skin of my neck.

“This…intense,” I finish, so breathless I can barely get my tongue to roll the word.

His arms tighten around me, holding me close as he tries to catch his breath. “Oh, baby girl,” he drawls. “I’ve barely begun to show you just how fucking intense it can be.”