Page 50 of My Angel: The Vitelli Men
I step closer, leaning over the cot’s rail to touch Luca’s soft cheek. The heat of Dominic’s stare makes my knees weak. Igrip the bars to steady myself, resisting the urge to melt at his feet.
Dominic moves behind me, his arms braced on either side, caging me between the crib and the solid warmth of his chest. His body presses close, heat seeping through the thin fabric of my nightgown.
My eyes flutter shut as he lowers his face into the crook of my neck. Feather-light kisses trail along my jaw, then down the curve of my throat. It takes every ounce of self-control not to groan, not to wake Luca. My teeth catch my lower lip, holding back the sound, while desire coils tight inside me.
Dominic’s mouth claims mine, and soft moans escape us both. “Our son’s hunger has been sated, Angel,” he murmurs against my lips as he lifts me effortlessly into his arms. Carrying me through the connecting door to our bedroom, his voice drops to a husky whisper. “Now it’s my turn. I’m hungry, and it’s time for my meal.”
He lays me gently on the bed. My satin nightgown has ridden up, exposing black lace beneath. His eyes darken as he reaches for the hem, but instead he steps back, stripping off his pajama bottoms and underwear. His arousal is undeniable, but when I reach out to touch him, he captures my hand. “No, Angel. If you touch me now, it’ll be over too quickly.”
Dominic lowers himself onto the bed, bracing on his forearms so his weight doesn’t crush me. His lips find mine again, hungry and insistent. Our hands move frantically, desperate to touch, to caress, to reclaim what we’ve been denied for weeks.
The moment builds quickly. My body trembles as his body finally joins mine, and together we surrender to the rhythm, pressure mounting until it crests in an earth-shattering release. We collapse into each other’s arms, slick with sweat, hearts pounding, utterly sated.
Minutes pass before our breathing steadies. I trace the tattoos across his chest, my cheek resting against him. “Why didn’t you wake me to feed Luca?” I whisper.
His voice vibrates against my ear, low and tender. “You were tired, Angel. You needed to rest.”
Emotion swells in my chest. “Thank you. I love you, Dominic.”
His arms tighten around me. “I love you too, Angel.”
Chapter 55
~Dominic~
Sometime later.
My Angel and I lingered in bed until our stomachs began to protest. Luca, being the clever child he is, cooperated by sleeping through most of the morning. When he finally woke from his nap, Anna took charge, giving us time to shower and dress.
By midday, we were heading downstairs for lunch. Life had been quiet since Elle gave birth. Once she was home from the hospital, I told her about the threat and the need for heightened security. We agreed there would be no secrets between us anymore. The safety of our son is our highest priority, and Elle accepts that—for now—she cannot leave the mansion without an escort. She’s been patient, and together we’ve settled into a comfortable routine.
Dante, however, has been consumed by his hunt for the men behind the attack. He spends most of his time in Manhattan, convinced the cartel is waiting to strike and that they orchestrated the ambush. My brother’s obsession worries me. Now that I’m a father, my focus has shifted. Protecting my family is everything. Starting a war with the cartel would be reckless, and I pray Dante understands that.
Elle and I were just about to step into the foyer when shouting erupted, followed by a metallic clang. It sounded like it came from the kitchen.
“What the hell was that? Wait here, Angel.” I released her hand and moved toward the noise, opening my jacket so my weapon was within easy reach.
Of course, my stubborn wife trailed right behind me. We were only a few steps from the kitchen when the door swung open. Selena rushed out, disheveled and sobbing.
“Selena!” Elle gasped, grabbing her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t stay here… I’m leaving,” Selena cried, swiping at her tears.
“Why? I thought you liked working here. Did someone hurt you?”
“I… I do, but I can’t…” Her voice broke, and I left Elle to comfort the hysterical woman while I continued into the kitchen.
I froze just inside the doorway. Dante stood at the counter, spaghetti draped across his head, sauce sliding down onto his shoulders. He was wiping his face, looking utterly ridiculous. For a moment, laughter threatened to escape me—but the glare he shot in my direction killed it instantly.
“If I knew you were this hungry, my wife and I wouldn’t have kept you waiting. We’d have come down earlier,” I manage to say with a straight face.
“Fuck off!”
I lift an eyebrow. The Dante I know has a sense of humor. Who put a stick up his ass?
The more he swipes at the spaghetti, the deeper it spreads into his hair. “I hope I don’t have to remind you what Selena has been through. She’s under my protection, Dante. She’s not here for you to play with.”
My brother’s jaw tightens. “Don’t you fucking think I know that?” He drops the towel onto the counter and storms out. A minute later, the front door slams.
