The One (Untouchables Mafia Series Book 3)

Angel stays right where I tucked her through the night. I don’t move an inch, not wanting to disturb her. I need her to sleep so that I can keep holding her. Who knows how long I’ll have until she hates me? I can’t keep the truth from her forever. I do have her father locked away tight in the box.

Never in my life has doing my job bothered me. There’s not a single person that I dragged in there that had clean hands. Not them nor me. Angel’s father’s hands are covered in blood. There aren’t many politicians that aren’t. But his are a bit more seedy. He’s had things done to others that put some of the most violent men I know to shame.

Like father, like son. It amazes me that the same blood flows through Angel’s veins as theirs. That she was able to maintain her innocence and kindness despite them being her family. They would have broken her eventually, so I’d taken her. I won’t deny that I’m a monster the same as them. Except I will protect her. In fact, I would do a lot of things for her. If she asked me to let her father go, I would. That’s why I’m not going to mention having him.

Still, guilt rakes at me. It’s not an emotion I’m familiar with. I don’t want her to hate me. Then she would try to run. In doing so, she would see the monster I really am because there’s no way that I could let her go. I got dealt a shitty hand in life. I’m taking her for payment. Because that’s what I have to do. Fate would never give her to me.

I run my fingers through her soft hair. No matter how much I touch her, I will never get used to how soft she is. Even if touching her is all that she will ever let me do. It would be enough. Just lying here, breathing the same air as her is a privilege for someone like me.

Last night I might have been able to get more. I’d wanted to make her come so badly. To hear her moan my name. To show her the pleasure I could give her. I could surely do that. No? I believe for her I could. I might not know what I’m doing, but I’m a quick learner. Her body’s response to me hasn’t steered me wrong yet. She’s the only person who will ever feel pleasure from my touch. I’ll make her crave it. Until she can’t live without it or me.

I was so close. Then, memories of all the things these same hands had done to her father right before that had flashed through my mind. I mean, the man is only three floors beneath us right now. His fate is in my hands. I promised Matteo I wouldn’t leave any visible marks on the piece of shit. I somewhat kept that promise.

“Hmm.” Angel slides over on top of me, her knees landing on each side of me, so her sex is pressed right against my stomach. I grip her hips, causing her tiny shorts to ride up. I’m not sure if it’s to stop her from moving or to push her down farther over my dick.

I might have nodded off a few times. I don’t require much sleep to be able to function. Angel presses her face into my neck. I’m an asshole. I pull her down, resting her right on top of my dick. The weight of her body gives me some form of relief.

There is no way in hell I could give her back. That means I have to get her to fall for me. How I do that, I got no fucking clue. I don’t know shit about romance. Being a nosy bastard when I was digging into everything I could find on Angel, I might have flipped through the pages of books she’s read or had seen on her Kindle reader thing to read next.

My girl enjoys dirty books. Ones that would give porn and strip clubs a run for their money. Sex was never on my mind. Not even when I’ve had to go on jobs that ended up in the back of a whore house or strip club. It was only another vice men let themselves fall prey to. I made it my mission to never be prey.

That’s now been fucked all to hell. I don’t want to call Angel my weakness, but she could be used against me. She also has her own control over me. Since I was able to take care of myself, no one else has ever had such power. While it’s an unsettling feeling, nothing will stop me from having her. That ship sailed the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Abel,” Angel whispers my name.

I know she’s still asleep; her breathing has not changed. A strange sensation fills my chest. She has only known me for a day, and she is already saying my name in her sleep. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? I’ve never shared a bed with anyone, so I have no fucking clue.

I keep my hands firmly on her hips, not letting go. She keeps trying to wiggle her pussy against my cock. I’m already struggling to hold on to my control. My mouth waters to taste her. Before her, I never understood the appeal of oral sex. It sounded so disgusting. Now, that’s all I can fucking think about. There isn’t an inch of her body that I don’t want my mouth on. How does that happen? With the flip of a switch, I am seeing things differently. She turned my entire world on its axis.

“Oh,” Angel lets out another moan, her mouth brushing against my neck. I close my eyes. She tries to wiggle her hips again. I release my grip on her, fearing it might leave bruises on her petal-soft, delicate skin. I fist them at my sides, my heart pounding as her pussy moves up and down my cock.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” I remind myself over and over again, trying to remain in control. I’m a hair’s breadth away from losing it. From ripping her panties off and rutting into her until she’s coming all over my cock.

“Yes.” Her hips start to work faster. I grit my teeth when I feel my boxer briefs get damp. Sure, my cock is a fucking faucet right now, but that’s all because of her.

I groan, and it rumbles through my chest. Her sweet scent is flooding my senses, sending lust through my entire body. I should stop this, but I’m not a decent man. The only time I’ll be with an angel is here and now.

She lets out a small gasp. Her whole body freezes. My fucking groan must have woken her. She’s still for a long moment. I think she might go back to sleep, but then Angel suddenly pops up, still straddling me. Her hands come down on my chest.

Knowing that the darkness scares her, I call for the dim light to come on so she can remember where she is.

“Angel.” I try to say it gently, but it comes out gruff as the low light turns up. Fuck, she’s beautiful over me. I can see her pert nipples through the thin fabric of her top. Her cheeks are pink from her arousal. My bloodstained hands don’t deserve to touch such an ethereal creature, but at this point, I highly doubt it’s going to stop me.

“Abel,” she whispers back. “I, ah…” she glances around and then down between her legs. I can’t help but follow her gaze. “Oh my God.” I’m about to apologize for having my dick nuzzled into her cunt, but she beats me to speaking. “I did that?” Angel presses her hands against her cheeks. I realize she’s talking about the wet spot on both of us, not my dick.

“Angel.” I reach for her, but she scrambles backwards. “Don’t,” I growl. My whole body goes on alert.

“I’m sorry.” She leaps off the bed. I try to warn her, but she turns to dart away. I’m not even sure where because she doesn’t get far. I snag her around the waist and pull her back, tossing her to the center of the bed. The second she lands, I’m over her, her hands pinned above her head once again. Her eyes go wide.

“I told you not to run from me.” I know I sound like a fucking psycho, but my body just takes over sometimes when it comes to her.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, closing her eyes. Again, on instinct, I move, leaning down, pressing my lips to one eyelid, and then the other, wanting her to open them. Her eyes are soft and sweet, full of so much life and warmth.

“Only be sorry for running from me.” Her eyes flutter open.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Angel whispers. Her cheeks have turned a rosier pink.

“Why?”

“I was dry humping you and left—” She trails off.

“Why would you be sorry for that?” I suppose I would be pissed if someone else had done that to me, but no one would ever get that close without dying first. But she’s not someone else.

“I don’t know. It’s…” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Angel, I laid still not to wake you so you’d keep rubbing your hot little pussy on my dick.”

“Oh my God.” Angel tries to pull her hands down, I’m sure to cover her face, but I don’t let her. “I got it all over you.” I want to coat my whole body in her, but I don’t think she’ll want to hear that.

“Can I taste it?” Her lips part, letting out a small gasp. “Please.” Unfamiliar insecurity fills me. Last night, I thought she might want more, but now that she’s awake, her mind might have changed. I’m about to let her go—from my hold, not from me—but she nods her head. “Words.” I want to hear her say it.

“I’d, ah”—she licks her lips—“like that, I’m just kind of shy. This is new to me.”

“That makes two of us,” I tell her, taking her mouth in a kiss before she can change her mind.