Indebted to the Mafia King

*Tatiana*

"Then what is the problem?" I stare into Angelo's eyes, waiting for him to explain why he's suddenly being so cold to me.

His body language is fuckng confusing as hell. I see desire in his eyes, but he's keeping his distance from me. I wish he would stop playing games and just be upfront with me. I don't have time for bullshit right now.

"Listen, you already know the situation we're in. I don't want to lie to you or pretend everything is okay because it is not," he begins. The weight of this presses down on him enough that his shoulders slump a little.

"I know," I state firmly. "I'm not a child. I understand the situation we're in right now. Trust me, you don't have to worry about that." If he only knew the things I've seen.... I take another bite of my steak, but I'm no longer hungry. I force myself to eat anyway since I don't know when I'll have another chance to.. If this conversation goes south, this might be my last meal of the day, so I'd better force it down.

Angelo sighs, running his fingers through his hair and leaning against the wall, facing me. "I need to give my boss something so he gets off my back,” he explains. "I need to prove I'm not making the wrong decision by trusting you."

His words hit me hard. Not because I'm offended. I know better than that. I just hate that I've put him in this position because I can't come up with any information.

"I'm trying the best I can to remember something useful," I tell him, equally frustrated. "I just havent had that much contact with Oleg. I only met him a few weeks ago." Angelo narrows his eyes at me, and I can't blame him for it. I'm sure he thought I have been part of the Rominas' circle for longer than that.

"I remembered something while I was in the shower, though," I continue. I can't take another bite, regardless of how desperately I want the protein for later. Angelo arches an eyebrow at me as I push the plate away and stand.

He perks up crossing his arms. "What did you remember?"

I take a deep breath. "My parents told me to stay away from Chinatown when we came

here. They never said why, but I assume our enemies were there."

"Chinatown?" Angelo tips his head to the side, stroking his chin in thought.

"Yes, but they never said anything else. I know my parents had allies here, but I don't know who they are or where they are. I don't think everyone who works for Oleg is loyal to him, but I can't tell you who might turn on him because I honestly have no idea." I hope this is enough of a start for him to believe I wasn't bluffing when I said I wanted to help.

He seems to consider my words. After a minute in silence, he says, "I'll be right back."

He takes off, the door slamming behind him. I inhale deeply, sitting on the bed, wondering what he plans on doing with that information.

It takes him half an hour to return, and by that time, I'm lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and racking my brain once more for information.

"I asked the guys to do some digging," he tells me as he closes the door behind him.

"If we can discover who is willing to turn their backs on Oleg, we will have a chance to end him."

I nod slowly, following his train of thought. "I'm trying to remember more. I promise you I'm doing my best."

"I know," he replies, his voice soft. He sits beside me and places a hand on my leg. My entire body heats with his touch, but I don't make a single move, afraid to misread his intentions.

But there's no way he isn't aware of this suffocating tension between us. He has to be feeling this need and desperation that's coursing through me. My stomach clenches with want as I yearn to finish what we started this morning.

God, he's fucking driving me crazy...

His eyes roam over my face as if he is searching for an answer to an unspoken question. Why is he so hard to read? What is it that he wants from me?

"What?" I ask, too anxious to remain quiet. My body is so tense and my heart is beating so quickly that I fear Angelo can hear it from where he's seated.

"I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you." I can hear the guilt in his low voice, an indicator that he means every word.

I believe him. The situation isn't ideal, but we're attracted to each other. Sometimes the body wnts what it wants.noveldrama

I can't blame him. I'm not fighting it either, so if anyone is to blame for this, it should be both of us. He shouldn't be feeling guilty.

"That thought never crossed my mind. Not even once," I tell him, my eyes focused on his. "You don't have to worry about that. I know none of this is ideal, but you didn't force me to do anything. You might kill me after all of this, but right now, after everything I went through, I honestly don't seem to give a fuck."

And that's the truth.

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I meant it when I said I'd be happy to die like this. At least it's not with Oleg or Yakov.

The idea of giving them the pleasure of killing me makes my blood boil with rage.

Angelo seems surprised by my confession, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in my words.

"I'm not going to kill you," he whispers, scooting closer to me.

I push myself up on the bed, our faces so close now I can see flecks of gold in his irises. "You can't promise that yet." I smile softly, brushing our noses together in a gentle touch.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, cupping my cheek, caressing my skin so gently with his thumb that I lose myself in thim. "What have you done to me?" he asks, his voice barely audible.

I open my mouth to answer, though I don't know what to say, but his lips are on mine before I have the chance to respond anyway.

What starts with a gentle kiss turns into a desperate, rushed attempt to get rid of our clothes and pick up where we left off in the training room earlier.

Angelo's mouth trails down my neck as he kisses and nibbles at my skin, and I swallow a moan. I find the hem of his shirt and tug at it, forcing him to break away from me so I can pull it over his head. He helps by throwing his arms up, and the shirt is on the bedroom floor before we know it.

He removes my shorts next, tossing me on my back on the mattress. I raise my hips to help him, and when I'm about to tell him to get rid of his pants, too, he grab the back of my thighs and pulls me toward him.

His eyes never leave my face as he slowly hooks his fingers through my panties and pulls them off.

I can't tear my eyes away from his face. The way his eyes darken while he undresses me is intoxicating. Every inch of my body is in flames, and we've barely even started.

A gasp escapes me when, in a swift movement, he spreads my legs apart and places his face between them. The sensation of his hot tongue against my already burning folds is too much for me. He laps at me with such hunger that I'm speechless, only able to take in all the pleasure he's providing me.

"Shit, that feels so good," I murmur, my eyes rolling back.

He chuckles against me, the hot burst of air causing me to shiver. "You taste pretty good, too,"" he teases before his tongue lashes out again. He speeds up, and I arch my back from the bed, granting him more access to me. I swear this is a thousand times better than what I experienced this morning, and that had been my best orgasm so far.

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I can't even imagine how he'll make me feel when he is inside of me.

As if hearing my thoughts, Angelo pulls away from me, his eyes studying my reaction. I

follow his every movement, captivated, as he takes off his belt and unbuttons his pants. I can't look away, watching as he strips completely naked in front of me.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks in a whisper, his gaze on me.

I nod immediately, not even considering the idea of stopping now. I'm so ready for

him, and I can't be reasonable at the moment. After everything I went through, I want

to do something for myself for once in my life.

Even if it means I might end up falling in love with my kidnapper.

I'm already screwed anyway, so...

Angelo takes a second to assimilate my answer, then he pulls a condom out of his pants pocket.

"Do you always carry a condom with you?" A crooked smile pulls at one side of my mouth.

He laughs, ripping the package with his teeth. Damn, that was sexy. "No, I just hoped

we might finish what we started at the gym, so I thought it'd be better to be prepared,” he explains.

In no time, he is on top of me, teasing me with the tip of his dick at my entrance.

"This is your last chance to give up," he warns me, a grin playing on his lips. "It would

kill me to stop now, but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this."

Is he worried that I might think he's forcing me to have sex with him?

"I told you I don't think that about you," I murmur, closing my eyes and tilting my head backward when he pushes himself in just slightly. Enough to make me gasp and buck my hips, begging for more. "Just please make me forget about everything." Angelo grunts and finally thrusts inside of me. And for the next thirty minutes, he does exactly what I asked him to do I forget about everything and everyone, except for

him.