DARK ANGEL: A Mafia Romance -- Book Three: A Violent Love Affair (Erotic Romance) by Angela Jordan Page A

thoughts were consumed with everything that had happened in the last few days.
    I’d run into Angelo DeSilvo at the party on Friday night, not knowing that my best friend was engaged to be married to his cousin. When I saw my dark angel I’d tried to resist, but he had a power over me that I couldn’t explain. Since meeting him, nothing in my world had been the same. It was like I had been living in the dark before him. And then Angelo, all of a sudden, had blasted into my life in vivid, vibrant color.
    Rage had filled me as I saw him with another woman. Jealousy was new for me, and I hated it. It had taken me by surprise, and left me shaken and off-balance. I’d needed to get away from him, so I stepped outside for some air. But before I’d found my focus, Angelo found me – and he’d taken me there, out in the shadows, standing on the balcony of his restaurant. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but every time he touched me I lost my mind. He overwhelmed my senses, so that nothing mattered but his hands on me. I couldn’t deny the need that tore through me when we came together, and I was slowly learning to just stop fighting it. One thing I could always count on was that Angelo seemed to need me just as much as I did him, and he was as helpless to fight the attraction as I was. We needed each other with a desperation that bordered on insanity, and it gave me comfort that I wasn’t suffering alone.
    We made love in the shadows, solidifying our connection to one another with that same raw, brutal need. I’d loved feeling my back scraping against the stone wall as he’d pounded himself into me, filling me with his essence as if he was somehow marking me, branding me so that no other man could follow.
    Of course, I’d been embarrassed when I found out that the woman I’d seen him with had been his sister. On the other hand, Angelo’s reaction to seeing me with my gay friend Jonathan had been equally as telling.  Angelo didn’t like other men around me, and his possessiveness excited me even as it frustrated me to the point of screaming. There was something primal about it, and I had to admit I took some small pleasure in the angry fire that had burned in his eyes that night.
    But all that passion wasn’t what was on my mind right now. It was that newscast – and what had happened before it. After that encounter outside, I’d retreated to the ladies room to try and put myself back together before we rejoined the party. But when I walked out, I’d seen Angelo facing off with Carlo Fernelli. Carlo was a young punk, and that night he’d been drunk and insulting. That wasn’t what worried me – Carlo was just a kid. But his older cousin, Vicenzo… When Vincenzo Fernelli had spoken with Angelo it had been like two wild predators facing off. I’d let it go, but the warning Angelo had given Vincenzo regarding Carlo Fernelli had a shiver of fear running down my spine.  It scared me, I couldn’t deny that. And it had given me the faintest hint, just a whisper, of how dangerous my dark angel really was.
    But I’d quickly forgotten that fear, to the extent that I could. Deciding to give our relationship a chance, I’d spent the weekend with Angelo at his penthouse apartment. Up until that point, I had let him take me over completely – though to be honest, I didn’t really let him do anything. He did what he wanted, and I was never sure just how much power to resist I really possessed. He was like a force of nature, one that completely consumed me whenever he was near. Since the moment I’d met him, Angelo had been like a savage and sensual beast, destroying me with wicked pleasure as he played upon my body with skills that left me breathless.
    Never one to just lay back and take it, I had needed to show him that I could match his passion and challenge his will. I wanted us – no, I needed us to be equals. The feelings I had for him were so strong, I could barely take it; but still, all the same, I could never be