“Where are you going?” she asks as I grab her hips and settle her into the bed again, covering her with the sheet and blanket.
“I’m not letting your father get away with coming after you, angel.” I cup her cheek and kiss her again, more deeply this time. I’m starved for her, but I force myself to pull away. “He needs to learn that you’re a Palermo now, and we don’t take kindly to anyone threatening us.”
She nods. She may not understand the depths to which I’ll go to retaliate in her honor, but she knows it must be done. It’s how our world works.
“Get some rest, angel.” I turn and stride to the door.
“Um, Antonio?” Her voice is hesitant. “Will you come to bed later?”
I can’t stop the shit-eating grin that spreads across my face or the way my heart warms at her question. But I don’t turn around and let her see it, either. Otherwise, she might storm out of bed and try to smack me again–which, honestly, doesn’t sound so bad.
“I’ll come to bed with you, angel. Every night for the rest of our lives.” With that, I leave and keep the door cracked so Diablo can come and go as he pleases.
I find myself whistling as I jog down the stairs, and Gilly raises a brow at me as he follows me into my office.
“So things are good now?”
“She wants me dead.” I nod.
“And that’s good?” he asks.
“She also wants me in bed with her as soon as possible.”
“She does?”
I ignore his surprise. “Of course she does. To that end, let’s get some killing done sooner rather than later. I want to take out at least four soldiers and one general, perhaps two if we get lucky. Tell me who we can get our hands on within the next few hours.”
His eyes go grim, and he closes the door to my office as we get to work on our revenge.
Once I’ve washed the blood from my hands, I’ll slip into bed with my angel and sleep without a single regret. She’s worth every bit of vengeance I’m about to enact, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that to her.
10
ANGELICA
Imoan, having the best dream. My whole body buzzes with need. It’s the same need Antonio keeps pulling to the surface every time he touches me. My mind replays us being in the shower together. His fingers between my thighs, strumming my clit. I’m so close.
“Antonio.” I gasp and open my eyes when something hard starts to press inside of me.
“Do not move,” Antonio says through gritted teeth. His hands are holding my hips in place. I blink, quickly realizing I wasn’t fully dreaming. I’m on top of my husband, straddling and humping him in my sleep.
Heat rushes to my face. He’ll never let me live this down. I don’t recall him coming to bed, but he must have slipped in at some point. I drop my forehead to his chest to hide my face as my hips push down, my body demanding that I give it what it wants.
“Angel.” One of Antonio’s hands releases my hips to smack the side of my ass. I let out a loud moan. “Fuck,” he hisses.
The shirt I’d been wearing pushes all the way up so there's nothing between us. My bare chest presses against him. “If you move another inch, you’re not going to be a virgin anymore.” He warns. The head of his cock is pressing into my entrance already. I’m pretty sure this is all my doing. I’d attacked the man in my sleep.
“This is your fault,” I huff.
“My fault?” His hold on my hip tightens even more.
“Yes, you did that thing to me in the shower, and now my traitorous body wants more.” I peek up at him when he doesn’t say anything for a long moment. His eyes are darker than I remember. His face is deadly serious. “Antonio?”
“Give me a second.”
“I ah…” I rock my hips again, unable to help myself. I ache for him in ways I never imagined possible.
“Angel.” My name comes out in a warning. I’m not sure what he’s trying to warn me about, but I don’t care. I wiggle a bit more, causing my sex to flutter around the head of his cock. “Fuck,” he grits out as warmth floods inside of me.