Page 37 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
ChapterTwenty-Seven
ANGELO
Calls and texts to Ellie have been going unanswered ever since she left to go out with Lyla last night. I’ve been all over this city looking for her, checking at the home of nearly every person I’ve seen her interact with since we first met. Sal’s guards have assured me all night that she hasn’t returned to the house yet.
Shortly after dawn, I head to the Botticelli compound to see if I can find any clue in her room as to where Ellie might be. Quietly letting myself in, sounds of a struggle draw me down the hallway to Sal’s office. Walking softly, so as to not draw attention to myself, the sight I find as my eyes round the doorframe enrages me.
Sal fully dressed and Ellie nearly naked, he has her pinned to the wall as he savagely fucks her. She screams for him over and over as he brutally bites and claws at her skin.
My cock quickly grows hard at the sight of the two of them. My balls still feel heavy from my denied orgasm last night and listening to her screams only reminds me of the lingering discomfort. Undoing my zipper, I pull out my cock and firmly wrap my hand around it. Silently fisting my cock rough and hard, I work to alleviate both my discomfort and the rage building inside of me.
The sounds coming from Ellie are beautiful and torturous. Every moan from her mouth causes my cock to throb and for me to nearly burst. Yet, watching Sal relentlessly shoving his old cock inside of Ellie – insidemypussy – has my skin burning with anger.
He's fucking what is mine.
Biting down on my lip to stifle the groan growing in my throat, Ellie’s screams bring me over the edge. Her screams drown out the animalist growl that rises from my chest as I come. My cock pulses in my hand, cum squirting from my tip. I watch as it paints dripping ribbons across Sal’s office door before retreating into the hallway.
Leaning against the wall, my chest heaving, I tuck my spent cock back into my pants as I listen to the two of them.
“You’ll be the death of me.”
That’s where you’re wrong, old man.
I’m going to be the fucking death of you.
“Fuck,” I grumble as I make my way to the front door. Opening it slightly, I quickly push it shut hard enough for the sound to reverberate throughout the foyer and hallway.
“Ellie?” I call for her, ensuring my voice sounds pained and worried.
Sal exits the office first and has the nerve to look me in the eyes as he says, “I’ll be back down in a few minutes. I need to grab a few things and change for my flight.”
Words quietly exchange between Sal and Ellie before he begins walking upstairs.
A moment later, she tentatively steps into the hallway, obviously disheveled from the railing she thinks I don’t know about.
“Ellie,” I smile as I say her name while quickly making my way to her. Sliding my hands along the sides of her face, I look down at her and exhale, “Thank God.”
I can fucking smell him on her.
Holding her face, I bend down while pulling her face up to mine. Fighting through the disgust of knowing his lips were all over her body, I place kisses across her face as I tell her, “I was worried sick about you, beautiful.”
My lips against hers, I press my tongue into her mouth as my eyes scan the hallway and stairs behind her, hoping to find Sal watching.
I can fucking taste him.
Disgusted at his scent and taste lingering all over her, I continue to claim her mouth. Taking her tender and deep until I feel her exhale into my mouth.
I want him to see.
He might have managed to fuck her, but she fucking belongs to me.
She is mine.
“Don’t do that to me again,” I plead with her when I pull back from our kiss, “I’ve been trying to reach you since last night.”
Her eyes are filled with guilt as she stares back up at me.
Good.
