Free Nobody's Angel by Kallypso Masters

noticed he only touched her there when her back was turned away from Allen.
    When the music ended, he continued to hold her, swaying to their own music. He seemed as reluctant to let go of her as she was him.
    As Dino’s “ You Belong to Me ” began to play, Angelina shivered at the possessiveness in the song. Marc’s arm tightened around her back and pulled her closer, but the thought of some man viewing her as his possession had a chilling effect on her. Was Marc a traditional Italian man, expecting his wife to stay home and raise babies? Mama had given up her dreams and her job to stay home and raise her five children. When Papa had been killed, Mama had barely been able to make ends meet. If Rafe and Franco hadn’t dropped out of college to get jobs to help out, the family wouldn’t have made it.
    Angelina could never be that dependent on a man. She’d hold onto her independence, continue to build her career, and if that wasn’t good enough for Marc or any other man, then they could just go find someone else.
    “Relax. You’re too tense.”
    His words caused her to give herself a mental shake and to relax her muscles. She barely knew Marc and already she was worrying about whether he would expect her to stay home and raise his kids? She smiled. Her biological clock must be working overtime tonight.
     
    * * *
     
    Angelina. What a perfect name for his little angel. Dio , she felt so damned right in his arms. Again.
    Marc ran his hand over her satiny skin, then trailed his fingers down the valley of her spine. Wisps of her long black hair strayed from the clip that held it captive. Longing to see her hair unrestrained as he had at the Masters at Arms club, he reached up and released the clip, letting the thick tresses spill in waves over her shoulders and down her back.
    “I love seeing your hair down like this.” He slipped the clip into his pocket.
    She laughed. “How would you know?”
    Shit. Keep your wits about you, man . Obviously, she didn’t remember him from the club. He didn’t want her dwelling on those bad memories either. Not tonight, with Sir Asshole lurking so near. What had interested her in that man? Asshole looked as though he was well off. Was she a gold digger, after all?
    Marc’s cock remembered her, judging by the way it jerked to life as he ran his fingers through the silky strands. He detected a hint of lavender—heady when combined in the corners of his mind with the musky essence he remembered so well.
    Images of her tied to his bed as he fully explored every inch of her delectable body caused him more than a little discomfort. What would it be like to have her submit to him? He couldn’t help but notice how her eyes had lit up when he’d half-jokingly proposed chaining her to his stove.
    He sighed. If he and Luke hadn’t stayed behind to do media interviews today, he never would have found her again. Adam had been adamant, refusing to share her confidential information without her permission. He didn’t know why she intrigued him so much, but he did want to get to know her better, what her kink was, how he could give her a better experience than the raw deal she’d gotten her first time at his club.
    Marc and Luke could only stay in town until Angelina’s dinner tomorrow night, though. Not enough time to establish the trust necessary for him to have her restrained to a bed or anything else. He knew this little one would need even more time to overcome her bad experience with Sir Asshole before she’d trust any man enough to explore her submissiveness again with restraints. She’d take much more of a commitment than he’d been willing to give a woman.
    Yet he wanted her. This woman had invaded his mind for the past month. Marc held her more tightly against him, guiding her around the small dance floor. After tonight, her sultry dark-chocolate eyes and delectable mouth would torture his sleep once more.
    Maybe once he got through dinner tomorrow, he’d be able to get her