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Memories of last night hit me, making me blush when everything comes rushing back. The beach. Rhys. Fighting. Nico chasing me down. Tackling me. Admitting the truth about his‘marriage’and then fuckingme like a wild animal. My body heats, a throb starting between my legs, just thinking about the savage way he took me. I would say I hated it, but then that would make me a liar. The way he dominates me, takes what he wants... my body craves it. Craves his brutality. No doubt it makes me sick, but it’s clear Nico is my sickness. I could fight this thing between us, but what’s the point? I would only be doing myself a disservice. My head might still be hesitant, but there is no confusion in that my body wants him with a need so fierce it makes me weak.
I know that I gave in way too easily to him, but I can’t bring myself to feel shame about it. Not when he played my body like an instrument, giving me three amazing orgasms. It was only a matter of time before it happened anyway. The tension between us has been building since the minute he found me and now that he has fucked me, I feel a little more… relaxed, dare I say?
Sighing, I twist my head to look at him. He looks so peaceful in sleep. Calm. Gentle. A complete contrast to his usual impassive face and blank eyes. I prefer him this way. Nico Marchetti, the human. Not Nico Marchetti, the ruthless Mafia boss. The devil.
Without even thinking about it, I reach up, running a finger down his cheek. As soon as my skin touches the sharp cheekbone, his eyes snap open, making me freeze. His gaze locks on mine, blue orbs trapping me in his web. A knowing smirk curves his lips. Conceited asshole. I scowl, my eyes narrowing in on him threateningly, but he just smiles wider.
“Don’t stop on my account,Tesoro. You can touch me when and where you like. Though, I would prefer you take care of him first. I’m painfully hard and dying to come inside your cunt.” He looks down to where his hard length is straining against the comforter.
Throwing him a dirty look, I move to get out of bed, but he grips my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “I need to check on Romeo,” I hiss, glaring harder at him.
Cocking his head, he glances at our sleeping son. His eyes spark with challenge, his hold on me tightening. “He is still sleeping,” he deadpans, pointing out the obvious. And though I am happy my son is peacefully asleep, I wish more than anything he was screaming his little lungs out for me to nurse him and therefore cockblocking his horny father.
Grabbing me by the waist, he flips me onto my back, then hovers over me like a dark presence, daring me to deny him. The man possesses so much strength and power, it’s pointless to struggle against him, but that doesn’t stop me. I slap at his bare, muscular chest, hissing in a low, whispered voice. “Get off me. Romeo is due for a bottle. He will wake soon.”
He smirks, gripping my wrists and pinning them to the bed above my head. He grinds his cock into me, showing me just how hard he is. My eyes roll shut, stifling the whimper begging to leave my lips.
“Myson is still asleep.” He enunciates the words. “You fed him at 11p.m. last night and, from what I have gathered, he doesn’t wake until at least seven thirty for his morning feed. Which gives you.” He glances at the clock on the nightstand. “Forty minutes to take care of my cock.” Leaning down, he runs his tongue up my neck – something I’ve noticed he likes doing – before nipping at the skin. “Now be a good girl and spread these legs,Tesoro. I needmypussy.”
I roll my eyes. Guess we are back tohispussy again. Wriggling, I try to break free from his hold. “I’m not having sex with Romeo in the room.”
He chuckles. The sound so raspy and sexy it hits me straight between the legs. “Baby, he doesn’t understand what we are doing. And like I said, he is still sleeping. So, stop fighting me on everything and open up that cunt for me. I need to feel you before I start my day.”
Nico shifts and I have no choice but to accommodate his big body. My stomach tightens with need when I feel his cock rub against my slit. Reaching down, he grabs his thick length, lines it up to my entrance and thrusts inside of me. My eyes close at the way he fills me. Just like all things he does, it’s wholly, fully, leaving no room for anything else. He stretches me wide open only to fill me with all of him. A mix of pain and pleasure surges through me and I’ve come to realize it’s just how I like my sex.
“Hmm, look at you all wet for me, baby. Is it my voice that does it for you? Or is it the way I dominate your body and take what I want?” My eyes fly open, my lips part. He grins. “Hmm, that’s it isn’t it.” He thrusts harder into me. “It turns you on the way I just take your body. Own you. You’re so fucking wet, you’re dripping down my balls.”
“Nico,” I gasp, arousal seeping out of me.
A triumphant smirk tips his lips. “I love it, too,Tesoro. The thought of taking you, owning you, dominating you? It gets me harder than I have ever been in my life.” God, how I wish what he is saying wasn’t true, but I can’t deny how much it turns me on. The evidence is running down my ass and thighs. “I can feel your pussy tightening and pulsating around my cock, begging for me to release my seed, and paint your insides with me.” He continues with his dirty words before latching onto my nipple. He bites down hard on the rosy bud, and I can’t take anymore. I cry out, my stomach tightening and every nerve ending lighting up with the force of my orgasm. Covering my mouth with my hand so as not to wake Romeo with my cries. I scream my release into my palm, coming so hard, I see stars.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, lapping at my nipple. A shiver runs through me, something I can’t quite decipher stirring inside me. “Look at you. So sexy with milk leaking out of your breasts.” He pumps into me harder.
My eyes snap open, fear snaking down my spine at the look of utter madness in his gaze. Glancing down, to where he laps at me, I pause, my body heating in embarrassment at what I find. Milk runs in rivulets, down the plump flesh and onto my stomach. What the hell. That has never happened before. Shame courses through me. Turning my head, so I don’t have to look at him, I push at Nico’s hard chest. “Get off me. I need to get cleaned up.”
Gripping my chin, he pulls until I have no choice but to face him. “No. You have nothing to be embarrassed about,Tesoro. In fact, it’s fucking hot that you leaked all in my mouth.” As if to prove his point he drops down, running his tongue up my body and licking up all the liquid. I squirm but he holds me still until he has lapped up every drop. A feral look flashes in his blue orbs as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. My eyes widen, in shock or arousal I’m not sure. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans, thrusting into me harder.
His speed picks up, eyes never leaving mine. He holds me down, keeping me exactly where he wants me and using me like his own personal sex doll as he pumps into me. Pleasure crosses his features. His forehead drops to mine. Stilling, a deep rumble vibrates in his chest with the force of his groan. Then I feel it. His dick pulsing and warmth coating my insides. My eyes close in resignation. That’s twice now. Twice he has come inside me without protection. I really need to get on birth control.
Despite what Nico said last night, I have no intention of having another child with him – at least not yet anyway – I just need someone to help me with getting some form of birth control. I could ask Allegra. Surely, she will understand the need to protect myself. I can only hope, because my only other option is Valentina, and I really don’t want to discuss our sex life with his mother. Not that I think she would judge, but she is a last resort if Allegra won’t help me.
“I love coming inside you. There is no better feeling in the world.” Nico murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips. For some reason, his words feel like a taunt. His way of telling me I have no choice in the matter.
My gaze locks on his as I force a smile. “I need to get cleaned up before Romeo wakes.”
He frowns down at me, searching my face, for what I’m not sure. Sighing, he pulls out, and I grimace at the surge of liquid that follows. “I will shower with you. Then I want to watch when you feed our son.” He pauses. “Though I can’t promise not to get jealous. Not now I’ve had a taste of what is in your tits.”
Swatting at his chest, I roll my eyes. “You’re incorrigible. And anyway, he is mainly on the bottle now.”
Chuckling, he says. “Yes, I am when it comes to you.” He taps my nose. “And I will never change. So, its best you start accepting it.”
Blowing out a breath, I stare at him, shaking my head. “Seems I have a lot of things to ‘accept’,” I air quote. “When it comes to you.”
“Yes, you do,” he confirms, pinning me with a glare. “There is no way out of this for you, Ocean. Not even death. It will make things easier if you accept your life and what is because I will never let you go. Not now. Not ever.”
Without another word, he climbs off me. His feet hit the floor in the next second and he stands. I stare as he moves toward the crib and glances down at our son with a big smile on his face. Leaning down, he drops a kiss to Romeo’s forehead then saunters in the direction of the adjoining bathroom.
I watch after him, swallowing hard as I replay his words. It’s in that moment I know, with everything in me, that he means every single one of them.
