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My own brows furrow as I watch him watch me. His hand darting toward me catches my attention but before I can blink, he has my belt unbuckled, and I am pinned to the seat beneath him. My breath lodges in my throat and I stare up at him with wide eyes. He hovers over me, staring down at me with a hungry look in his eyes. His chest heaves, nostrils flare. My heart rate kicks up, but it’s more in…desire than fear. I swallow. There issomething wrong with me if I am getting aroused right now. Nico searches my face and by the smug look on his, I know he can see every bit of the effect he is having on me. His hand moves under my hoodie, traveling up my bare rib cage and toward my breast. My stomach tightens, breathing turns ragged.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my gaze shooting to the man driving the vehicle. I relax a little when I find he isn’t paying any attention to us. His eyes are pinned to the road ahead, oblivious or accustomed to whatever is happening.
Shifting my eyes back to Nico, I shudder as his pools of blue dilate with pure hunger. His eyes never leave mine as he runs gentle, soothing, circles with his thumb across my skin. Everything inside me comes alive, sparking to life like a firework waiting to explode. If I was thinking rationally, I would push him away. Tell him to get off me. But something deep inside me, something I have never felt before has been awoken by him. It’s a deep-seated ache that for some unknown reason, only this man can sate. I shouldn’t want him to satisfy any urge I have. I should run far away before he completely consumes me. And he will. Of that, I am certain.
“Tesoro,” he growls that word again. And though I have no idea what it means, it feels as if it’s a pet name of sorts. My eyes widen when I feel him harden against my thigh. I squirm, and pant, wanting to both push him away and pull him closer. “I want to devour you. Every inch of your perfect body.” he rolls his dick into me, making me moan. “Shove my cock so deep inside your sweet pussy, they will have to surgically remove me.” I gasp at his dirty words. At the visceral reaction surging through my body when he speaks like that. He grins as if he knows exactly what I am thinking and without saying another word, his mouth crashes down on my lips. I whimper at the feel of him. At the bruising, primal way he attacks my mouth. This isn’t kissing, it’s claiming. An ownership.
Before I can think about it more, his free hand comes up to grip the back of my head and holds me exactly where he wants me. His tongue stabs at my mouth, wanting entrance. I open up for him, allowing him to push his tongue inside and conquer me further. I moan in pleasure as he explores and tastes every inch of my mouth. Wetness seeps into my panties, my stomach tightening with need. My body rolls against him, desperate and full of desire. Moisture coats my panties and thighs, and I am suddenly concerned about whether I should be this wet from just a kiss.
Nico breaks the kiss and I whimper at the loss. He smirks, lifting his nose and sniffing the air. I am confused about what he is doing until he speaks. “So responsive to just a little kiss. I can smell your cunt from here.” My cheeks heat in embarrassment, but he just grins smugly. I can only be thankful that he doesn’t look disgusted by my reaction to him.
The car stops, snapping me out of my lust-filled haze. Nico glances out the window, anger clouding his features before he sighs. Sitting upright, he runs a hand down his tie. I scramble up in my seat, looking through the tinted glass to find that we are outside of my building. I grimace, wishing I lived further away. Looking at Nico, I nibble my lip, suddenly feeling shy, and exposed. The Nico fog has cleared, and I can see clearly. I shouldn’t have let this happen. Clearing my throat, I force a smile. “Thank you for the ride.”
He smirks. “Oh sweetheart. That was a just little teaser of what’s to come. This was only the beginning.” He leans in, dropping his voice so only I can hear. “Believe me when I say, that when I finally get my cock inside you, you won’t be able to speak, let alone walk.” My breath catches in my throat. He pulls back to look at me, jerking his head toward my building. “Now go, before I completely lose my control and fuck you raw in the back seat, with Christopher here as my witness.”
I whimper. Not because I’m scared. I almost stay where I am, in the warmth of the car just to see if he will make good on his promise. Instead, and because I don’t want my first time to be in an SUV with an audience, I climb out, rushing to the door of my hostel and locking myself inside before I do something I will regret.
Chapter 11
Nico
Adrenaline pulses through my veins as I make my way through the cold, damp, warehouse, with Dante by my side. Just like I told my papà, I found the rat bastard that has been leaking information about the business dealings of thefamigliato the Bratva.
It wasn’t hard once I started asking questions. Turns out that one of our soldiers isn’t happy with his place within our organization. The fucker was playing double agent and making extra money at my expense. Now he is about to find out just what happens when someone crosses a Marchetti.
Pushing through the metal doors into the refrigerated room where he is currently being held, I pause when the smell of piss, shit, blood, and sweat hits me. “Christ,” I mutter, my nose scrunching up in disgust.
Dante chuckles. “Why is it these assholes always soil themselves before we torture them. The smell really ruins my mood when I’m cutting someone up.” I grunt in agreement. I’m a sadistic bastard, but Dante is even worse than me when it comes to torture techniques. If I had a heart, I would almost feel sorry for his victims. Fortunately, I don’t, so I revel in his punishments as much as he does.
My eyes shift to the traitorous bastard, strung up in the middle of the room.Federico.His arms are pulled tight, stretched up to the ceiling by cable and ropes. His muscles strain with the tension, veins popping as his limbs twist abnormally. My gaze moves from his bloodied, bruised face down to the wet patches that line both legs of his jeans. Disgust and the need to exact revenge, surge through me. Fucking traitor.
“What did he tell you?” My question is aimed at Dario, an enforcer of ours.
“Nothing much. He begged. Screamed. Promised he wasn’t the rat. You know, all the usual shit that comes when someone has been found out.” His hands are in his pockets, eyes cold, almost dead. Dario is one of the scarier men in ourfamiglia. He has no issue following our every command, whether it be taking a life or blowing up a rival’s building. It’s why he was promoted up the ranks quicker than most.
I step closer to the body hanging like a pig. Federico pales, his eyes widening as much as they can with the damage Dario has inflicted. “You think you can betray us? Turn rat?” I hiss, my voice low and deadly.
“It wasn’t me. I swear it, Nico.” Spittle flies from his mouth when he speaks, and I step back as he starts to cry. Then as if he finds a little extra fight in his battered and bruised body, he thrashes around, kicking out at me and screaming for help as he tries to get free. It’s no use. He knows that. I know that. If he could escape his shackles he would have done so already.
I tsk, shaking my head. “This will be easier if you stop lying. We already know it’s you. We traced some of your calls and texts with someone within the Bratva, confirming shipments, and locations.” I push the sleeves of my black dress shirt up my arms. “You fucked up, Federico. And you know what happens to people who fuck up.”
Tears pour down his blood-soaked face. He knows this is the end. Knows that this is the place he will take his last breath and die. “Please, Nico. Show me mercy. I have a family. My children need me,” his voice is getting hysterical, and I almost laugh at how he thinks he can change my mind. That he thinks I will just let him walk away. I won’t. I can’t. One day I will be boss, and these men need to learn to respect me. If I show leniency in any way, then it will make them believe they can get away with this kind of treachery.
Sighing, I pull my Glock from my waistband. I could drag his torture out, but I want out of this shithole. Federico’s eyes widen, tears slipping down his now resigned bloodied face. Without another word to the traitor, I lift my gun, aim and shoot him straight between the eyes. Quick and easy. Done. News of my killing him will spread and hopefully deter anyone else from getting ideas of talking to our enemies.
“Get the clean-up crew here,” I say to no one in particular but knowing they will do as I say. Shoving my gun back in my waistband, I turn, making my way back towards the doors.
“Clean-up is on their way.” Dante says coming up beside me. I nod my acknowledgment. He clamps a hand down on my shoulder, sighing. “Come on. I think you need a drink and some pussy.”
I bark out a laugh. “Drink yes. Pussy no.”
“Come on Nic, you need to get your dick wet. It’s been what? A month?”
I look at him out of the corner of my eye. I mean yeah, I could do with getting laid but there is only one woman I want to stick my cock in right now, and it’s the one woman I should stay well away from. Maybe Dante is right, and I should hit up one of my regulars. Take out my frustration on one of them. I scrub a palm down my face, suddenly exhausted. “I need to go to the club first. I have some business to take care of.”
He chuckles and I grit my teeth, knowing what he is going to say. “Yeah. That business wouldn’t have anything to do with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl with a body made for sin, would it?”
Possessiveness shoots through my body and I will myself not to wrap my hands around my best friend’s throat. Instead, I pin him with a murderous look that wipes the smile straight from his face. Blowing out a calming breath, I shake my head. If I carry on like this, I’m going to lose my damn mind. Or stop her dancing altogether … I can’t bear the thought of people’s eyes on her, which is why I cut the power the other night. How I am still letting her dance is beyond me, but it does show that I have a little self-control when it comes to Ocean, even though the caged beast inside me demands I put a stop to it. But what right do I have? She isn’t mine. She never will be… For some reason that thought feels all wrong.
