Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Just the way Gael looked at her got her feeling wet. Angela didn't have to try hard when it came to him. She was always ready.

It had been a while since the last time they had sex. Since they came back from the mansion after the incident, they were inseparable. Always eating together, always sleeping next to each other. But neither of them initiated anything more than a kiss.

Angela didn't want to strain Gael, knowing that he was in so much pain and needed to heal. He also felt the same. Even though her wounds were much lesser than his, he wanted to be careful with her and not give her discomfort. So they cuddled to sleep, kissing when they wanted, but nothing more.

Now it felt as though they hadn't been together for far too long. And right now, Angela would do anything to make him feel better.

"Use me as you wish," she told him in almost a whisper.

Gael pushed against her back, his erection digging at her hips as he nibbled her neck. "You don't say that to a man like me, Angel." He groaned. "It makes me want to take everything and leave you with nothing."

She shivered, arching her neck to the side and giving him more access. His lips were cool in contrast to his warm hands on her arms. She was reminded of how he looked back then, a side of him she had only seen today. The kind of look he probably gave to someone whose life he intended to take. And something told her what she saw was only a glimpse of it. 

Angela would admit that that side scared her. She was used to the gentleman in him with a side of mischievous spark. She had always known he was dangerous, though never to her. He'd always protect her. He would never hurt her. So what she saw then, despite making her heart race, only made her love him more. She wanted him whole—not only bits and pieces—but entirely.

"I know…and I'm all yours to take."

His fingers dug into her waist as if he was trying to control himself or he'd rip her apart in the small, confined space. She seemed to be testing him at this point—provoking him even, making the blood in his veins boil—making his cock all hard.

No other words fell between them. In the next second, Gael hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her pants and shoved them down. Angela gasped when the pads of his fingers brushed against her swollen folds, and he groaned as if surprised by the discovery. "You're dripping wet, Angel. So this is what you want?"

"Y-Yes," she answered in a breathy voice, her back arching when he played with her clit.

She hissed when he removed his fingers. Her chest heaved fast as he systematically unbuckled his belt, slightly shoved his pants and boxer briefs down—just enough for him to take out his shaft—and then pumped himself twice.

Gael nudged her legs apart, looped an arm around her waist, shifting her higher from the floor, and pushed into her waiting entrance in one fluid motion. A small cry escaped her mouth before his hand covered it to stop the sound into a muffle. "As much as I want to hear your moans, baby… I don't want other people hearing what belongs only to me."

Goosebumps peppered along her arms at his possessiveness. She wanted to be mad at him at the same time tell him to fuck his frustrations out of her. This was surprising even for herself. She should be appalled, but instead, she became wetter for him.

And he noticed this all too well because his movements going in and out of her grew fast and hard, her slickness coating his manhood, making him work smoothly like well-oiled machinery.

'Yes… Take everything you need from me,' she hummed in her head, her hand sliding up the side of his face behind her as she rolled her hips against him.

For Angela, there was nothing sexier than Gael in this element at the moment. Unapologetic and unhinged. She wanted to satisfy him like he always did for her every time they were intimate. He always went after what she liked, loved, and craved for, always caring for her needs. This time, she wanted to be there for him. Even though she still didn't understand why his mood shifted.

Their labored breathing filled the space. Every thrust he made pushed her closer to finish. It was getting harder and harder to keep her voice down. With his hand still covering her, she opened her mouth and bit down on his hand—at the spot between his forefinger and thumb. He growled to her ear when her teeth dug into his skin, and his thrusts grew frantic until his hot load shot out, filling her up.

Tears sprang out of her eyes from the intensity she didn't expect to experience from this madness. They were fucking inside someone else's bathroom with other people in the house, possibly able to hear them from this end of the hallway. And yet, she didn't care about that at the moment when her orgasm was just right around the corner, and she came not a second after him.

He blew out ragged breaths against her neck, his hands going slack and gentle as he kneaded her arms and waist—as if he was now back to his normal self. They were both panting, him still inside her. Then he laid kisses on her shoulder, careful not to press too hard on her bruise. 

Then as if he remembered something, he swiftly lifted her sweatshirt to check on her wound. "Shit. Did I hurt you?" Concern washed over his eyes when the realization hit him. 

Angela curved his lips into a smile, touching his cheek until he met her gaze through the mirror. She shook her head, "You didn't. I'm fine." She was telling the truth.

Possibly seeing the truth in her eyes, he breathed out a sigh of relief and then kissed the back of her head. Then he pulled out of her, immediately grabbing a disposable wet towel from the sink, took one for him to wipe himself off, and then handed her one as well.

After cleaning themselves and pulling their pants up, Angela turned around to face him. "Feeling better?"

She raised her hand to touch his cheek, but he caught her wrist and placed it on his chest. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Are you regretting? Because I'm not…"

His brows drew together as he closed his eyes for a brief second as if to steady himself. After a moment, he said, "I didn't like that you saw me out there like that."

"Gael… I understand what you had to do."

"No—"

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't, Angela," his voice was cold and harsh before he caught himself and let out another sigh, his voice softening a tad when he added, "I didn't have to do that."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, disliking whenever he called her real name and not his nickname for her. Pushing her thoughts aside, she looked up at him and studied his gaze. There was something in them—as if he was ashamed. "It's okay…"

"You don't get it." Gael shook his head and spoke under gritted teeth. "I didn't have to because I already knew the answer to what I asked him. And yet, I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hear his screams until he begged for mercy, and I was just getting started. I didn't want to stop, Angela." His jaw clenched. "I wanted to mutilate the living fuck out of him until he's nothing but a soulless piece of meat."

Angela didn't realize that a tear had escaped from her eye until his thumb wiped it away. He was in pain—and not the physical one like the wounds from their backs. He had been in pain since the night she told him everything. It was as if he just shoved them down so that he could hide this side of him from her.

He lowered his forehead to hers, and their eyes closed, their breathing in sync. When she didn't say anything, he continued, "He hurt you, Angel… He hurt our baby. I haven't been able to forget that—I won't ever forget that. Not for a second. And it killed me that I had to control myself back there because I didn't want you to see me like that."

"Are you going to kill him?"

"Yes."

She swallowed, not knowing what to say to that.

"But not now," he added. "We still need him in case Morty fails."

Angela nodded and then buried her face against his chest, her arms hugging his waist tightly. Gael's arms wrapped around her shoulders in an instant, keeping her warm. They stayed like that for a moment, and then he lifted her lips to his, speaking against her mouth. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Is it wrong to say that I found you angry hot?"

He chuckled and then kissed her some more.

A knock at the door interrupted them, and Giovanni's voice boomed from the other side of the door, "Are you two done with your quickie? Because we need to leave."

Angela and Gael looked at each other before the two of them laughed.