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Glancing down, my eyes widen in complete horror when I spot the blood on my thighs. My gaze shifts to Nico’s cock, my distress increasing when I find it smeared with my blood. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” I blurt out, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
He glances down at his dick. The possessiveness I witnessed in his eyes before burns even brighter. “I never want to hear those words from your mouth again – well, unless you’re apologizing for neglecting my cock. But that won’t happen because you are mine to do with as I please. Whenever. Wherever.” He states confidently, as if it’s absolute. “Now, back to the matter at hand. Its normal. My dick is bigger and thickerthan average. It’s your first time. Lay back. Relax. I will grab a washcloth and clean you up.”
“I can do that myself,” I say, starting to climb off the bed but he pushes me back down.
“No. You are mine to take care of now,Tesoro. I made this mess. I will clean it. Stay there.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and I know there is no point fighting him on it.
Falling back into the pillows, I sigh. Maybe I don’t know what I have gotten myself into, but for now I am going to enjoy it. It’s been a long time since someone has taken care of me like this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be Nico Marchetti, but it feels good, nonetheless. For the first time in a long time, I feel cherished, and wanted. I frown, nibbling my bottom lip when a worrying thought hits me. Not only do I like the way he cares for me, but I think I could get used to it. He said that I am his.
And the worrying thing is, I want to be.
Chapter 21
Nico
It’s been three days since I had my cock inside the sweetest pussy I have ever felt in my life.
Three torturous days of having to wait to be inside heaven again, because I am caught up in Bratva shit. Since they torched one of our warehouses, they have stepped up their war against us, causing not only destruction and chaos but fucking inconvenience.
Unfortunately, due to the mess they are making, they have taken up all my time. Which means I haven’t been able to see Ocean, sink my dick inside her, fill her with my cum, and own every inch of her delectable body. I’m distracted by all things her, which is dangerous considering I should be focusing on business. But every time I lick my lips, it’s as if I can still taste her cunt on them. It tempts me, taunts me, begs me to go to her and do it all over again. And again. And again…
She was a virgin.A fucking virgin. I took her innocence, ripped through that little bit of resistance, painted my cock with her blood and now she is all mine. I remember how it felt as I pushed inside her. The way she looked at me with trust in her eyes. I’m not worthy of that trust, but I will take it. I will take everything she has to give, then take even more when she thinksshe has given enough. I will conquer her, mind, body, heart and soul. I laid my white flag inside her pussy, claiming her as my own. Now I want everyone to know who she belongs to. I want to be her be-all and end-all. Her everything. I growl as a raw, possessive, primal feeling surges through my veins, heating my blood. Fuck. I’m obsessed. So unhinged and feral over this woman, it should scare me. But for some reason, it only makes me smile. She will submit. She will be everything I want her to be. I am never letting her go, no matter what is expected of me and soon she will learn that.
“What are you smiling about?” Dante’s voice filters into my thoughts and my gaze snaps to his. He grins knowingly. I should have known the asshole would catch my unusual, happy disposition.
Clearing my throat, I give him a cool, one-word answer. “Nothing.”
He smirks, shaking his head. “You fucked her didn’t you.” It’s not a question but a statement that proves just how well he knows me.
“Jesus,” I say, blowing out an exasperated breath.
His grin widens. He points at me. “You did.” He laughs. “So, how was it? Was she everything you imagined and more?” There’s a teasing lilt in his tone which irritates me. I don’t know why. Usually, I have no qualms talking to Dante about hookups and vice versa. But for some reason, I want to keep Ocean to myself. I don’t want him or anyone to know anything.
I laugh under my breath. Christ. She really is myTesoro.My treasure. One I want to keep hidden from the world. I shake my head, huffing out a laugh, though the absurdity of the situation I have found myself in is not humorous at all. I have only been inside her once and I am acting like a pussy whipped idiot.
“I’m not discussing this with you.” I pin him with a look that says not to challenge me. He holds his hands up in a surrendergesture, knowing not to push me on this, and backing down. “Now. Back to the Bratva and our damn warehouse. Do you believe it was Federico who gave them the information? Or do you think we killed an innocent man, and we have another rat? Or do you think Federico was working with someone else?”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I hope it was Federico otherwise we have a bigger problem than we originally thought. It means that the Bratva have infiltrated thefamigliaand we don’t know how deep it goes or who we can trust.”
I nod, agreeing with him. “Fuck. Papà is going to lose his shit if he thinks he has lost control of our soldiers.”
“He will. I mean no disrespect Nic, but he is…” he trails off, sighing. “He is becoming unpredictable. The men don’t like that. If they feel unsettled, it’s easy for them to be paid off and used against us. There needs to be change. The soldiers, they respect you. Things will be different when you are Don.” He finishes, looking a little uneasy. He has no reason to be, I agree with everything he is saying.
“You’re right. But for now, Papà is boss and until he steps down, there is nothing we can do about it.” I scrub my hand down my face, feeling tired. “He is in the Hamptons. Call Hansen to get the chopper ready. I want to be there within the hour.”
***
After a long night of crisis talks with my father, his consigliere, Giuseppe, and Dante, I make it home to my penthouse at just past 6 a.m. I am fucking exhausted, but I cannot go another minute without seeing Ocean, so sleep will have to wait.
Hopping in my shower, I make quick work of scrubbing the heavy night from my skin. My muscles relax and I let out a weary sigh. I know I should wait to see my obsession and get some rest. But I am also well aware of the fact that I won’t be able to settle until I have laid my eyes on her. It has been too long as it is. Another minute will feel like torture, let alone a full day, so sleep can wait.
Dante, who has his own apartment two floors below me, has gone down to get some rest before we get back to work later. He thinks that I am doing the same. He couldn’t be more wrong. Though he knows that I’ve fucked Ocean, he doesn’t know how deep my obsession with her runs. Fuck, I mean, I knew I was feeling some kind of way toward her, but I wasn’t aware of how intense my fixation with her ran. My need to see her consumes me, so much so, I can’t stay away for another couple of hours. “Fucking pathetic,” I grumble under my breath, irritation heating my blood. I wish I was done with her after that life-changing fuck, but it only seems to have fueled my fascination further.
Switching off the faucet, I step out, grabbing a towel. My cell, ringing from my bedroom, catches my attention. Wrapping the soft towel around my waist, I pad toward my nightstand, a smile curving my lips when I see the name flashing on the screen. With a quick swipe, I answer. “Mamma,” I greet.
“Mio Figlio, you couldn’t have waited another couple of hours to see your mother?” She scolds but her tone is soft, playful.
“Ah, yes.” I run a hand through my wet hair. “Sorry, Mamma. I had business to attend to in the city. I had to get back.”
