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His blue orbs light up in satisfaction, he presses into me, his hard cock hitting my stomach. My eyes widen. This is turning him on, the sick bastard.
“Your submission turns me on as much as your defiance,” he growls, rolling his hips into me and proving his point.
Gripping the monitor tighter, I hold onto it as if it’s my lifeline. My earlier words to Nico, about giving me whiplash, stand truer in this moment than they ever have before. He literally has done a complete one eighty in the last minute. How can he go from being so cruel, to this? Hard and ready to rip the clothes from my body.
“Nico, stop,” I grind out, not really in the mood for sex after his threats.
“Never. I want to fuck your little pussy raw, fill you with my cum. I want to put another baby in you, watch your stomach grow with my child.” He groans, his hand snaking down my stomach to the top of my yoga pants. “That reminds me. I need to start tracking your cycle.”
My head jerks back, lips parting in shock. I laugh but it’s humorless. “You are insane if you think I’m going to let you track my period,” I bite out.
“No,Tesoro. You are insane if you think it won’t happen. Romeo needs a sibling,” he counters, grinning.
“Oh my God. You are being serious.” I shake my head. “No. No way. I’m nineteen, already a teenage mother and not married. Not even close to marriage. Our relationship – if you can even call it that – is so up and down, it gives me anxiety from all the back and forth. And. I. Want. To. Dance.” I enunciate.
Nico stares at me with an unreadable look on his face. Contemplative. Calculative… Oh, fuck. What is going on in that head of his? His lips curve into a sexy, triumphant side smirk. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for him to speak “If it’s marriage you want, then that is what we will do. I can have everything arranged and you can be Mrs. Marchetti by tomorrow.”
My eyes widen and I think my jaw just hit the floor. I stare at him in disbelief, my head shaking in small movements. What the fuck is happening right now? He leans in, snapping me from my trance. “No. Just no. Did you even hear anything else I said?” I screech.
“No, because none of the other shit matters. You will have my name and you will have my baby. I don’t care if we are up and down, or round and fucking round, it’s normal when we are still getting to know each other. Still trying to trust each other after…” he trails off, his blue eyes narrowing in on me. “Everything.”
I search his face for any hint that he is just trying to scare me with this marriage talk but come up empty. He is being serious. I don’t know why I expected anything else. Nico is nothing if not serious when it comes to the things he says to me. My mouth opens to respond to his ridiculousness only to close. It opens again. Then closes. Quite frankly, I’m shocked and really have no idea what to say. When I came in here, I never expected we would be having this conversation. I should have known better though. It’s just like Nico to do something like this. Take my free will and force me.
Nico grins down at me, his brow cocked waiting for me to say something,anything,but nothing comes. A cry pierces the room, breaking the silence and making me jump. I glance down at the monitor, relieved for the interruption.
“Romeo needs feeding,” I mumble pathetically.
Nico sighs, stepping back and giving me space. “Cock blocker,” he grumbles. The words sound so odd coming from his mouth, I can’t help the giggle that bursts from mine. He glares, jerking his head to the door. “Go take care of our son. I have some business to take care of, but when I am done, we can maybe see about setting up a dance space in my gym.” I blink, thinking I might have heard him wrong, but I heard it clearly. I mean it’s not exactly what I asked for but it’s something. Hope blooms in my chest at the thought of getting my own dance studio. He looks at me pointedly. “I expect you to follow my rules, Ocean. If you break them, then I will take away your privileges and that includes calling Patty.”
Before I can stop myself, I throw my arms around him. The way his body stiffens tells me he is shocked at my reaction. To be honest, so am I. There is always a condition with everything he does, but all I can think about is the possibility of having a place to dance. Even though the initial conversation went to shit, he clearly heard my desperation and is offering me an alternative.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He relaxes a little, his arms wrapping around me and giving me a gentle squeeze. Pulling back, he clears his throat. “Now go. Our boy is hungry.”
With a grateful smile in his direction, I leave the room.
Yes, he may have started out with threats, but in the end, I got what I wanted.
To dance.
Chapter30
Nico
Pushing Romeo’s stroller, Ocean walks beside me as we stroll around the grounds of my estate. The sun shines, the day is warm, and I have never felt more content than I do in this moment. It’s a revelation and something I never thought I would experience, but here we are.
I glance at Ocean, who talks animatedly to Patty on my cell phone with a big smile on her face. Despite all the shit that is going on, the things I’ve done and threatened her with, she takes it all in her stride. She is strong. Probably the strongest woman, beside my mamma, that I have ever met. Sometimes her maturity, the way she isn’t afraid to go stand up to me, it makes me forget that she is nineteen - a teenager for Christ’s sake - and only a couple months older than my sister.
It also makes me a hypocrite. Because the thought of my sister marrying anyone at that age makes me see red. Yet all I can think about, since I mentioned marriage to Ocean a couple days ago, is getting my ring on her finger and giving her my last name. Not only will it tie her to me in every way possible and assert my ownership over her, but being the wife of Nico Marchetti will ensure a level of protection she doesn’t get from only being the mother of my child. Though I doubt Vadim will stop in his pursuit of her, I will have more leverage against him if we are married.
“He is getting so big, Patty. I will have to send you some pictures.” Ocean grins bigger as she glances at our son. She is quiet for a long moment, her face falling and a distraught look taking over. “I wish we could visit, too,” she whispers so low I almost miss it.
Tension fills my body with those words, my muscles pulling tight and ready to snap. The thought of her going back there, seeing that asshole fucker… a red mist coats my vision just thinking about it. I stop walking altogether. Ocean frowns, her gaze meeting mine when she comes to a halt a few steps in front of me. Worry fills her blue orbs and I know it’s because she fears my reaction. Guilt is an emotion I’m not accustomed to, but a slither of it hits me right in my chest. I don’t want her to feel this way when she hasn’t really done anything wrong, but I also can’t have her thinking that I will ever allow her to run back to Charleston. I must assert my power over this woman when I can. Now is one of those occasions.
“Time’s up.” I grunt, suddenly feeling irritated. I hate that she brings out all these differing emotions in me. I also don’t know how to deal with how she makes me feel, so naturally, I revert to my default mode. Asshole.
Disappointment flickers in her gaze but she does as I ask. Saying her goodbyes, she tells Patty that she will talk to her soon then ends the call. Chewing her plump bottom lip, she hands me back my phone. I know she wants to say something, so I give her ago onlook. Straightening her spine, she juts her chin, hissing out, “Stop treating me like a child, Nico. I am quite capable of deciding when to end a phone call.”
