Chapter 6: Heated

My insides had exploded and my gut felt almost numb with pleasure. I rolled my head back, mouth slightly open releasing nothing but breathless gasps, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. Angelo leaned forward, running his tongue along my neck. He marked my skin as his with soft nips.

Tainting his sins on me.

My orgasm had been quick and unexpected, slamming through me in a shattering manner. My eyes closed and when I reopened them my vision was black for a second. I swore I saw a thousand stars, my body gone to a whole other dimension. A sort of high I hadn't experienced in any of my past hookups.

My final scream had been swallowed by Angelo as he kissed me deep and hard, his tongue caressing mine as they danced. He was patient while letting me slowly ride out my orgasm on his hand. Hips jerking slightly as his sleek fingers moved slowly against my very sensitive bundle of nerves. I hummed in pleasure.

"Do you believe me now?" He whispered while pulling away. His lips kissed the corner of my mouth affectionately.

I blinked a few times, trying to gather my wits. Still in a daze, I met his wicked silver laced gaze, that seductive smile still on his lips. The beauty mark above his perfect lips made me want to kiss him deeply again. To have myself get lost in him once more, body and soul travelling to a paradise somewhere in between.

"Yes-wait-what?" The answer was raspy and confused, already forgetting the main reason as to why we were in that position in the first place.

Wide eyed, I watched as Angelo raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking on the middle finger in specific. I bet he could feel my breath hitch at how hot it looked savoring my taste on his lips like wine he could get drunk on.

My lips parted in disbelief.

"You didn't."

Just to prove his point, he made an obnoxious sucking sound yet again.

My eyes widened.

Oh yes, he did.

Awkwardly, I cleared my throat as my eyes flitted across the room. As the bliss of the Big O I experienced by his skilled fingers wore off, the reality of the situation hit.

I had let a stranger touch me inappropriately.

After feeding me a bunch of ludicrous historical tales of us being made for each other.

And I liked it.

Holy crap!

My mind was on a haywire as I frantically pulled down my dress after pushing his solid body away from me.

Angelo looked at me as if I had grown two heads as I glared at him heatedly.

"What's wrong now?" He asked as if I was the one with major issues.

Albeit, it was probably my fault for allowing him to have his way with me and smiling like a damn clown afterwards.

"I don't need to answer to you. I didn't owe you anything." I said as I ran a hand through my tossled hair. My legs were striding towards the door and I was surprised when he had let me gone through it without a fight.

Maybe he was satisfied with how he had successfully turned me into a fool!

Wrong.

A hand grabbed me and before I knew it, I was slammed against the walls of the empty hallway. My hand balled into a fist as the beautiful man stared down at me, his eyelashes looking longer and features more defined.

Really Isabelle? Do you think this is the time to be gawking at the man?!

I scoffed at my annoying subconscious. As if I didn't know that already.

Thinking my sound of ridicule was towards him, Angelo's grip on my hands tighten. I saw his eyes flash a streak of silver amidst the darkening grey background.

"Let me go! I said let me go y-you...leech or else I'm gonna make you pay dearly." I growled out. It seemed to excite him oddly enough.

"You're so hot when you're angry."

My eyes narrowed at his bold statement.

"I'm even hotter when you're not around me. Let's try it sometimes."

His eye twitched in aggravation, his angelic features becoming marred by a revolting emotion.

Anger.

"Why do you always have to bring out the worst in me? You never listen! If you had, this wouldn't be our situation right now. We would be on edge every other decade, yes, but at least we would've been happy with each other. But no. You always have to have it your way. I'm so sick of it."

He was practically fuming at this point but so was I.

"Again asshole, I don't know what you're talking about. Frankly, I don't want to! You can take your romantic recollections and shove them so far up your ass that you forget your own name. I'm stubborn. I'm indecisive. I don't play by the rules. And I do like things my way. But you forgot one last thing. I don't take shit from anyone, especially egotistic males like you who think they're entitled to everything."

He rolled his eyes.

"Save me the feminism speech for another day. I've got all the time in the world to prepare for that dreadful event but it sure as hell won't be today."

"You-"

"Belle..." His low, deep voice rang in my ears, placing his bare muscly arms on either side of my head, his intoxicating masculine scent making me feel slightly dizzy.

My body started to tremble at his sudden approach.

I shrunk as he leant forward and looked down at me. My eyes closed on their own accord, unable to bear his burning gaze any longer.

His presence was far too powerful for me even try and ignore.

I ended up looking him right in the eyes.

"I already know all of those things you've said about yourself. No need for the terrible autobiography. You're a pain in the ass. You know it. I know it. The whole world knows it. But I wouldn't have you any other way. I wish you would at least remember that." Looking distracted, his eyelids lowered as he aimed for my lips between his supposedly sweet declaration.

Just as he placed those soft pillows against me, I screwed my eyes close, hating what I was about to do to such precious lips.

After forgiving myself, I nudged my upper row of teeth out and bit down—hard.

He pulled back swiftly as he yelled out in pain. As expected, his mouth sported a red split where it was bleeding due to my assault.

His features were past scary right now.

"Are you fucking insane?"

The irony.

"I could ask you the same thing," I sighed as I realized what would continue happening between us. "Look, I don't want to go through this cycle with you. We fight, you try and convince me that we have good feelings towards each other, me being insistent on the fact that I don't know you—it's getting old."

He looked at me emotionless as his thumb wiped at the area on his lips I bit.

"I would thank you for the magical instruments that are your fingers but I honestly don't think it's appropriate to talk about that, so I'll stop here."

His lips twitched despite the deplorable state it was in.

I shook my head at him in disbelief. "Look, you're a good-looking guy, Angelo. You don't have to pull these bizarre tricks to get into a woman's pants. I, for one, am not impressed by them. So, I'm gonna do what any sane person should do and walk away from your crazy ass. And if you try and stop me once again, I'll scream. So loud that everyone in this building will think a fire alarm went off."

As if God was on my side, the elevator down the hall dinged and a group of friends came out. The four of them looked at us weirdly as they walked past, of course, with underlying lust for Angelo. I could almost roll my eyes at them. If only they knew his chaotic state of mind, they would be running for the hills.

Taking this as my advantage over him, I started for the elevator. My steps were hurried and some would say I was even running. When I reached inside, I pressed the button for the ground floor, realizing we were on the highest floor.

As I stood there waiting for the door to close, he only stared at me. It was in a mysterious way that brought chills to my spine.

Even more so when he had the audacity to spare me a lopsided grin, as if my flight had suddenly become a victory of his.

My face screwed up into a confused expression just as the doors closed.

I braced my hands against the walls of the space as I took a deep breath. Those silver eyes no longer making me weak in the knees.

What the hell had just happened back there?

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Let's count.

1, 2, 3...rd base.