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“Is covered.” He pulls out of me, frowning when he glances at my pussy. Reaching down, he runs a finger through the liquid dripping down my thigh, pushing it back inside me. I gasp, desire coursing through me with that one touch. Nico shoots me a sexy smile. “If you continue to waste my perfectly good cum, I will have no choice but to have a bespoke plug made for your pussy just so it can’t escape. I don’t particularly like the thought of anything else but my cock inside your cunt, but I have businesses to run, and I can’t keep my dick in you twenty-four-seven even if I want to.” He pauses, something a lot like jealousy flashing in his pale blue orbs. “Scrap that, it’s torture just imaging a foreign object inmypussy. Nothing but my cock is allowed inside you. Understand?”
My mouth drops open, and I know with everything in me that he is being serious. I chuckle, trying to diffuse the sudden tension shrouding us, but it’s uneasy. “Careful Nico, you are starting to sound a little crazy.”
He grins, dropping his head and rubbing his nose against mine. “Oh.Tesoro. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
The scary thing.
I believe him.
Chapter 23
Nico
“Idon’t have anything to wear. We will have to stop by my place.” Ocean says, eyeing me as she towels herself dry.
Smirking, I stride to my walk-in closet, pulling out theValentino, champagne colored, backless, silk, slip dress and the matching nude pumps, I had my personal shopper pick it out for me. It’s perfect and will compliment her skin tone beautifully. When I saw it hanging in my closet, it confirmed why I pay Davina huge amounts of money to shop for me.
“Wear this and put these on. No panties. I seem to be a masochist when it comes to you and want to torture myself with knowing your cunt is bare underneath your dress. I want to see your juicy pussy leaking all over the silk, needy, ready, and waiting for me to shove my cock into you again.” I drawl moving back into my bedroom and handing them to her.
She gasps, her mouth dropping open, cheeks turning pink at my dirty words before recovering. Ocean shakes her head, glancing at the dress and no doubt trying to ignore me. She stares at the outfit in awe, her eyes sparkling with an emotion I can’t quite decipher. Is she overwhelmed? I can’t say that I blame her. The dress more than likely cost more than a month’s worth of what she is paying to stay at that hostel.
Reaching up, I run a finger across my lip when a thought hits me. Hmm, I need to change her living arrangements. Now that she is mine, I need her somewhere that I can always have access to her. A place where I know she will be safe from my enemies. I would move her into my penthouse, but my father is known to stop by unexpectedly and I don’t want him knowing anything about Ocean. Not until I can figure shit out anyway.
“Where did these come from?” she asks, breaking me from my thought. I don’t miss the shock in her tone.
“I brought them for you,” I say simply, stepping into her, wanting nothing more than to rip the towel from her body and bury my cock where it belongs.
“But they must have cost a fortune. They’re designer.” She states.
My head cocks at her comment. I don’t know why, but I assumed from her situation, where she lives and the basic clothes she usually wears, that designer clothing would be the last thing she would have any knowledge about. I shake my head. That’s on me. Judging her. For all I know, she is a massive fashionista with a love of designer brands, and a hope that one day she would own a couple of pieces of high-end clothing. Though Ocean has never struck me as materialistic, the awe covering her face as she looks at the dress has a sense of pride surging through me. If designer clothes are what she wants, then I can give those things to her. I can give her most things, whatever her heart desires.Just not all of you,that little voice in my head reminds me and I grit my teeth, shoving the thought aside before it can fully form and ruin our day together.
Forcing a smile, I glance down at her. “They are. Now put them on before I fuck you again and we never get out of here.” I growl, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into me, ready to say fuck it all and bury my cock in her sweet pussy.
A shiver wracks through her body making me smirk. I have never been with a woman so responsive to me. “I’m too sore. I don’t think I could go again for a while, even if I wanted to,” she murmurs, shifting her eyes to my chest.
Cupping her chin, I lift until her eyes lock on mine. “Never be ashamedTesoro. Not in front of me. If you need some time to recover, then I will give it to you. I’m a big guy and you are still new to all this. You have been amazing at taking me. So good.” I praise. “Your tight little pussy, stretching to accommodate me every time I fuck you... You were made for me baby.” I press my lips to her forehead. “When we get back, I will draw you a bath, help ease any discomfort. And then you have twenty-four hours to recover. After that, all bets are off, and your ass is mine.”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “So, kind and caring. Then you have to go and ruin it with your crude words.”
I laugh. “Always. I’m not a good man,Tesoro. The sooner you realize that the better things will be for you.”
***
Christopher pulls up outsideRistorante Marchetti, one of the upscale restaurants my family owns. The Marchetti’s own over twenty clubs and restaurants in the city – not including my own - first started by my great-great grandpapà, over one hundred years ago in the Roaring Twenties. The first generation started acquiring restaurants and clubs and the following ones kept adding to the collection.
Obviously, over the years, we have updated the interior to keep up with the times, but even in doing that, you can still see the history that bleeds through the walls every time you enter one of our restaurants, or clubs.
It’s risky bringing Ocean here. Not because I think we will run into my papà, -I made sure to find out where he was this evening, and I know he is in The Hamptons - but because he has associates that could report back to him. I know the staff won’t say anything, but even so, I have booked a private room, will use the private elevator that takes me straight to said room, and will only use one server to limit our interactions with anyone who could potentially talk to my papà.
“Wow,” Ocean murmurs, looking out the window and up at the high-rise in front of us. Even by New York standards, this particular building stands out. In a prominent position in the city, and with the best food and cocktails around, it is a playground for the rich and famous.
Pushing open my door, I step onto the bustling street. People are everywhere. On their way home from work, or ready for a night of sin and debauchery – either is a possibility.
Rounding my SUV, I pull open Ocean’s door, taking her hand as she steps out. Wrapping a possessive arm around Ocean’s waist, I lean just inside the door to speak to Christopher. “I will let you know when we are finished.”
He smiles his acknowledgement. “Have a good evening, sir.”
I nod, before slamming the door closed and pulling my woman toward the exclusive hidden elevator at the side of the building. Few people know about this, and it’s only used when someone wants complete discretion. A married movie star, who wants to take his mistress out. A businessman, on the verge of a big deal, and wanting a private room to conduct said business. Thefamigliawhen we deal with our allies and want to bring them somewhere a bit more grandiose than the meeting room of one of our clubs.
