Page 86 of Humility

“Wrong, it counts more than right now. You spoke from your heart, the part of you that was hurt and locked away. You spoke without worrying about what you should say or do.” He kissed my neck again, and I closed my eyes. It was worse that he saw through my anger to the fear inside. “I deserve all your anger, Tiger. I deserve every nasty word, slap to the face, and more, but know this…everything I’ve done has been for you. To marry you, to get back to you, to win your heart,” he whispered in my ear. “Not a moment has passed that I haven’t worked to be by your side and call you mine. I’m not letting you go, never again, and deep down, you don’t want me to. That’s why you won’t kill me.”

Releasing my hands, he pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it away, then rolled up the sleeve of his dress shirt.

“Do you see this?” He held his forearm out for me to look at.

I remembered he had a tattoo, but I was so emotional last night that I didn’t pay attention to what it was. My eyes scanned over the stunning tiger that covered his entire forearm, but my breath caught when he rolled his arm to show me the underside. My name was mixed in with the black and orange stripes, but not my given name. It was my name, as if we were married. Elegantly scrolled from his elbow to his wrist was Jasmine Esposito.

“You are the ghost that haunted my soul, the fantasy that invaded my mind, and the only woman who has ever touched my heart. You are mine, Jasmine, and I’m crazy enough to do whatever I must to keep you by my side.”

Tears welled in my eyes as my fingers slipped from the imaginary ledge in my mind, and I gave up trying to fight my emotions. His hand wrapped around my throat as he pulled my hair back, forcing me to look at him. I felt the pressure of each finger as he pressed hard enough to make it difficult to breathe. An old, dark passion bloomed within me.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Honey,” I said, and he smiled.

“That’s my good tiger. I’m going to fuck you on my desk, something I’ve dreamed of doing for a very long time, and then I’m going to watch as Dario and Enzo fuck your face before Dario, and I take you together.” I swallowed hard, and he leaned in closer. “Maybe even the same hole. I remember how much you love two cocks in you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I couldn’t look away and didn’t want to. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he said. Kissing me hard and arching my back more, but I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. Angelo didn’t kiss. He consumed. He demanded, and I stopped fighting what I’d secretly dreamed of for years.

When he broke away, my lips were sore, and my body felt alive. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his domineering aura. My sweater was pulled off and tossed away, and my bra followed suit. Angelo turned me around, and I moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth while he undid my jeans. They were quickly yanked down over my ass, and his hand slipped between my legs.

“Mmm, look at how wet you are. Are you a slutty princess, Tiger? Do you want to be fucked and used? You want me to make you scream?”

“Yes,” I cried out, my fingers gripping his hair as his fingers teased me.

“Good.” He helped me out of the jeans and fisted my hair as he pulled me over to the desk, forcing me to sit down. I jumped as he smacked my breast. There was a sharp sting, but the pleasure was instant and roared through my body. “You’re going to come on my desk, and every time you step foot in here, you’re going to think about how you screamed as you came and begged me for more.” The tearing of my underwear was loud as he ripped them from my body. “And from now on, no more underwear. If you put them on, you’ll be punished.”

I nodded as he lowered himself to his knees between my legs. I was called Tiger, but Angelo looked like a predator. The hair on the nape of my neck stood as he gripped my hips and pulled me to the very edge. Dario and Enzo sat together on the couch behind Angelo, and I loved that they watched us as they touched themselves. There was simply no world where I wouldn’t find a man stroking himself unsexy.

My eyes locked on their hands as they traveled up and down, and I whimpered as Angelo swirled his tongue around my clit. Leaning back further, I soaked in the pleasure. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin as he fucked me with his fingers, and I unraveled. Just as I reached the edge, ready to come, he stopped, and I wanted to hit him all over again. Angelo cleared his desk with a swipe of his arms, and everything crashed to the floor.

I watched him walk around behind me and squealed when he picked me up like I weighed nothing and turned me around to face him once more.

“Undo my pants,” he ordered as he stuck his finger in my mouth to suck. I tasted myself and sucked hard, knowing he loved that. I was rewarded with a groan as his cock was freed from the confines of his pants. He curled his fingers inside of my cheek like I was a fish on a hook and forced me to follow him.

He opened the lid of a box on the bookcase and, one at a time pulled out the leather straps he used to tie me up and the tiger’s head nipple clamps he had made for me. Gripping the items, he led me back to the desk and unhooked his fingers.

“Such a good girl, Tiger. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” The straps were loud as he dropped them on the desk beside me. “Touch me.” My fingers traced the lines of his defined shoulders, hard pecs, and ripped abs. Time had done nothing to lessen how sexy he was. “Good, now stroke my cock.”

Wrapping my hands around him, I stroked him just the way he liked, and a thrill ran through my body as he growled and dropped his lips to mine.

“Say you’re mine. Tell me you still want to be mine, Tiger.”

This was my out. Angelo held the door open, and I could see the other side, but I’d lived there for the last five years and hated it. I felt empty without them. The loneliness had been unbearable at times, and as much as I wanted to make something that was mine, I didn’t want to spend my life alone or in a loveless marriage. I wanted both things.

“Say it, Tiger?”

“I want to be more than your princess arm candy. I want to build my own business and not only be known as Jasmine Esposito. There is more to me than that. I can’t say yes unless you agree to that first.”

His eyes softened ever so subtly as he cupped my cheek. “Don’t you get it? You were always more than that to me. If you want to build an empire, tour the world, and be worshiped for the woman you are, then I will happily stand by your side.” He held up his finger. “But, only if we do it as a team and in the bedroom….” The impish grin spread across his face. “I’m still in charge.”

My heart was pounding out of my chest as the old hope that had been burned to ash was ignited and burned brightly once more. I didn’t even care how we reconnected, just that we did.

“And them,” I said, pointing to Dario and Enzo. “I want them both.”

“I already assumed that was a forever thing,” he said and rolled his eyes, but there was no anger in his tone.