He tugs my messy bun and forces me to watch his dick drill into my pussy. I smirk at the sight of my blood on his dick. Yeah, I know, I’m a little touched.
“Don’t fuck other women without protection,” I hiss.
“I only want to fuck one woman raw and that’s you.”
My lips press against his again.
“Let’s stop hating each other. I want you to be my woman. Again.” His whiskey eyes hold longing.
I smirk and circle my hips, watching the pleasure on his face.
“Make me come again,” I moan.
He grips my neck and delivers punishing strokes, probably because I didn’t say I’d be his woman.
“I only want your cum,” I admit.
“Remember that, Serenity. This pussy is mine. I’d like to remind you your pussy makes me a psychopath murderer,” he growls as his dick jerks inside me, unloading his cum.
Nico lowers me to the floor. We clean up one more time, and head into the bedroom. Once we’re dressed for bed, Nico turns on a movie. He pulls me into his arms, and I cuddle into him under the blanket.
“I want you to be mine again,” he says lifting the t-shirt he made me wear. His tongue twirls around my nipple and my knees instantly open for him.
“Nico, you don’t. Sex is what we’re good at.”
He sits up. “Whip off those pad panties and ride my cock.”
I burst into laughter and do what I’m told.
It’s absolutely time to find a doppelgänger. I need to shake Nico’s spy from my trail. I have to let go of Nico. My irresistible weakness.
Chapter Seventeen
NICO
After confessing to Serenity, I wanted us to get back together. Deep down, I already knew how it would play out. The wounds from her past, combined with the pain I inflicted, closed the door on any chance of a relationship with anyone. Serenity is shattered and scarred, perhaps beyond repair. Even after dragging her down the aisle to the altar, she would never fully love me again. Don’t get me wrong—I’m aware there’s still some love left in her heart for me. I catch fleeting glimpses of it whenever we’re together. Our time in New York was flawless. When she asked what was troubling me, I considered revealing that I knew her secret and that I’d protect her. But I held back. Instead, I vowed to make those who hurt her pay for what they did to my woman.
We fucked three times during the night. I barely let up. I needed her so much I fell asleep inside her. She bled all over the towels I had laid beneath us. I didn’t care that I had to pay to replace the mattress. Being so close and intimate with her meant the world to me.
When Serenity and I part ways, my men and I fly to Washington D.C. A blacked-out, bulletproof Escalade waits for us on the tarmac. Getting a peek at the bastard who sent men to rape and brutalize Serenity’s family is important. Ettore Vero walks out of the barbershop with his young son. Three soldiers walk in front of him and two pull up the rear.
Staring ahead, my brown eyes narrow behind my sunglasses from the backseat. My gloved fingers flex around the handle of my Glock. I could take the bastard out right now. But Aleksandr’s my target too. Even if he hadn’t ordered the hit on the Cichello family, he sure as hell didn’t stop Ettore from carrying it out. It’s clear Aleksander cared only about flooding Newark with his drugs, indifferent to the lives lost to make it happen.
“I’m coming for you, Ettore. All those around you will die.” I growl.
Miff’s gray eyes meet mine through the rearview mirror. “What’s the move, boss?”
My lip twitches. “Move out.”
He pulls off from the curb and eases past the barbershop. Ettore’s men reach for their guns, ready for whatever is coming.
I chuckle. “Now he knows how easy it is to get to him.”
I’d have to thank my grandfather for the tip.
Over the course of thirteen months, I focus on my studies and those involved in harming Serenity. She and I hooked up a few times. I’d go to her dorm or condo. One time she told me to come to Creekwood University library. We fucked in the stacks.
I asked, “Why here?”
