And that I was going to cravemore.
As Nico pulled his cock free, pumping his fist over the length, my mouth watered. What if I was the mafia prince’s girl? I didn’t want the title or the status. I wanted him. All to myself.
Nico pulled a condom from his pocket and tore the foil.
“Cocky much?” I teased.
Those black brows wrinkled. “What?”
I jerked my chin up while at the same time reaching for my aching breasts. “You always packing so that you can score with the maids, stalker?”
Leaning over me, Nico grasped my neck. His fingers tightened for the briefest of moments before he slid his hand around to cup the back of my skull. His thumb brushed the industrial bar in my ear.
“This was for you, Magnolia Rae. I’ve been carrying one around every day. Hoping.Praying.” He lowered himself. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance. “And now, I caught you.”
I could have argued that it was me who had, in fact, caught him.
But he snapped his hips forward, taking away my ability to speak. The sudden invasion was a twisted shot of pain and pleasure. My muscles were stretched. I was full. His bare skin slid against mine. Heat pulsed between us. Through us. It swirled in my veins.
Nico pulled back just enough to rock into me again.
This time, I was ready for the sensation. Stars burst across the night sky.
“Fuck! You’re huge,” I gasped, grabbing his shoulders to anchor myself.
He chuckled darkly. “That dirty mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
It already had.
Nico thrust into me, setting a punishing pace.
I wrapped my legs around his lower back, drawing him deeper. His husky groan was pure crack. I was the one who made him do that. Me. And I wanted to make him do it again.
“Che cazzo fai?” he rasped.
“Sorry, don’t speak that Eye-talian,” I drawled.
Nico lifted my head off the ground. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck that smart little mouth.”
My nails dug into his shoulders. “This is a one-time deal, mobster.”
“No, it’s not,” he growled. Like a wild animal. “I can’t get the idea of you choking on my cock out of my head.”
I didn’t give myself time to latch onto his words. Didn’t let myself embrace the meaning. Instead, I closed the distance and pressed a hard, furious kiss on his lips. He kissed me back just as passionately. His hips flexed and snapped. His cock drove into me. I held him as he devoured my mouth, and my body hungrily took everything he gave.
The relentless fire brought me to the edge of sanity. This energy between us was primal. But there was something under the heat and the need. A raw connection—one that I was in danger of accepting. It would take out my walls, dissolve the protection I’d built over my heart, and I might even offer him my soul.
Nico broke the kiss with a short rasp. He gripped my jaw firmly, tipped my head, and proceeded to taste each of my piercings. My pussy spasmed. I liked that he was tasting my art. That he was acknowledgingme. Then he pulled back and stared down at me. I read disbelief in his eyes. Astonishment and awe. That look made this thing…personal.
He wasn’t just some hot guy I met at a pub, a flirtation gone too far. We could pretend, but the simmer in my veins told a different story.
“That’s it, cherry-bomb, you’re doing so well,” Nico growled against my mouth. “Now fucking come for me.”
He pinched a nipple, and that was it.
I screamed.
My body exploded, and I fell. Crashing and burning with a heat so intense, the pleasure swallowed me whole. Magnolia Rae didn’t exist anymore. I was his. The sensation obliterated everything else.
