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TWELVE
Journey
“Strip,”Nico demands, placing me on my feet on the side of the bed, his eyes on me as he takes off the athletic shorts he’s wearing. They aren’t the usual ones you see most men wearing, shorter in length, nothing that goes beneath his knees. These hit mid-thigh, and whether Nico knows it or not, they show off his corded muscles. I pull the tank top over my head, breasts bouncing because this top has a lightly-padded built-in shelf bra, before moving to the button of my jeans. I quickly shimmy out of them after watching Nico take his length in hand. He's thick even for his hands, which aren’t small in size at all. I watch as he strokes himself. Seeing what I do to him, it’s a heady feeling.
Absolutely nothing could take my gaze away from his, not the beautiful Nevada skyline with the panoramic doors leading to a balcony I clocked when coming in or the light beige walls and bright furnishings, which shocked me after seeing what I now know was his rental, light to the dark, and I have to say I like this style much better. There’s a dark wrought-iron canopy-style bed minus the flowing material some would have attached in the corners, and bedding that looks as luxurious as I know it will feel, cream in color with pillows that definitely have his mom and sister written all over it. No man in his right mind would have more than four pillows placed at the head of the bed, which is neatly made I’m sure by a daily cleaning service.
“Fuck, look at you. There are not enough words to describe how incredible you are.” The words and the look in his eyes, there’s more than just desire. It’s a deep yearning, like if he doesn’t get his hands on me, he’d die.
“Nico, please touch me.” He prowls closer, until we’re toe to toe. Nico drops to his knees in front of my center, staring at me in one of the most vulnerable places any woman has. I watch as he breathes me in, a man who never has to be on his knees for anyone, not with being a mafia boss, yet here he is. Looking at me with admiration, head dipping lower. I watch as he licks his lips before I feel the rasp of his tongue sweeping over my bare flesh. The smooth wax that was just done a few days ago allows me to feel every single nuance that Nico bestows upon my center. Two hands slide between my legs, cupping the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart, fingers gripping them greedily as he laps at my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, tormenting me until I’m practically weak in the knees, literally on the verge of falling in more ways than one. The orgasm is one of them; the other is my body falling, Nico doesn’t allow that, not the controlled man he is. I’m pressed down with one of his hands on my lower stomach. How he was able to move without me realizing it, I’ll never know, not when I’m in a Nico lust-induced fog. My back meets the bed. “Oh God.” I squirm beneath him, spreading my legs wider, wanting to give him as much room to work with as possible, feeling and hearing the wetness along with my heavy moans.
“Damn, you taste good. Rich, earthy, and mine.” He moves away from my body. A mournful sound leaves my throat, not ready for what was about to be an earth-shattering orgasm that only Nico can give me. I watch as he moves to the bed then pulls me up with him until we’re face to face, lying side by side. He grabs my leg and lifts it over his hip, opening me until his cock is settled at my center. The wetness coating his lips from my juices has me kissing him, not minding the taste of myself. Nico is much the same way. It doesn’t matter who goes down on the other, neither of us cares the second our lips fuse together, much like I’m doing now.
“I need you, Nico,” I mutter. My tongue traces his lower lip as I arch to get closer to him. That isn’t how things work, though. I know this about Nico, love it even. There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever change a thing. He’s dominant when it comes to our sex life, giving the time not to be a business owner. Not a worry plagues my thoughts when he’s in control, commanding me. It all turns off. It’s just the two of us, nothing else. There’s no mafia famiglia business knocking on his door. There are no contracts that need to be worked on. My creative side shuts down.
“You’re going to get me, but first I’m letting you choose. You want my cock in your mouth or sliding along the length of your cunt?” I’m flipped to my back with Nico hovering above me, and when my hands touch his heavily-tattooed arms, sliding the tips of my fingers from his wrists upward, Nico pounces. Before I know it, my wrists are above my head, one heavy hand cuffing them together.
“Like this, right here, right now, Nico.” To get my point across of what I want, I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, tipping my hips up, dragging myself along the underside of his cock, my body rippling with need.
“Good. You can have my cock in your mouth later, much later.” He sits up, the tops of his thighs underneath the back of mine, spreading me out in a lewd way, his cock sliding along my slit. “You okay?” he asks after doing something to my wrists. It’s then I feel the soft velvet-like material they’re encased in.
“Perfect.” Nico whispered things in my ear the last time we were together, how he was going to tie me to his bed the first chance he got. I guess this is his way of making good on his promise.
“Now, where am I going to start.” There’s a gleam in his eyes, one that tells me he is ready to torture me, and I’m more than ready.
“How about on my lips?” I already know he will do whatever he damn well pleases. He’ll make me feel good while doing so, but that doesn’t mean I’ll get it exactly how I want it.
“Is that so?” Nico responds, kissing the underside of my ear. His beard brushes along my skin, making me shiver with excitement knowing I’ll have his beard burn on me, another mark he leaves me with, a remembrance of sorts, something to look at in the mirror when I’m lost in a lustful haze. He works one side of my throat, then the other, kissing my skin, sucking it as he moves, going anywhere but near where I’m dying for him to be, and no matter how much I move, trying to catch his lips, Nico swerves around them. It’s not until the heels of my feet dig into his lower back that he finally gets the hint. Finally, his lips meet mine, all while he works at my clit with his cock, my center grasping at air, desperate to feel his heaviness slide inside, holding him tight to me. There are a million tiny sensations coasting over my body as his lips sip at mine, pulling one of my lips into his mouth, nipping at it, not being gentle, much like I know he won’t be when he finally takes me.
“More.” His lips leave mine, and he lifts away his hands that were holding his big body over me. They are now pressing my hips firmly into the mattress. A flurry of goose bumps cascades over my body, knowing that Nico is going to move down my body. I relish in the way his mouth touches one nipple, lapping all the way around the tip until he sucks it so deep into his mouth it flattens. My core pulls at the pleasure he is giving me, not to mention his hips. They haven’t quit moving; there’s something to be said about delayed gratification, the working of both our bodies until we’re on the brink of orgasm, the knowledge that once he slides inside of me, I’ll be pulsing around his thickness, my body rocketing in on an orgasm, sometimes setting off another to Nico’s one.
“Greedy, vita mia.” He moves to the other nipple, working it the same way he did the first. My fingers grasp at the velvet that’s tied to the bed frame. When Nico draws away this time, I can see he’s just as worked up as I am. Sweat is glistening across his skin, a droplet sliding down around his pec. My tongue sweeps my bottom lip as I watch it move along his body, dying to trace it. “Yeah, she is. I wonder what you would do if I walked away to leave you like this while I sit in the chair, watching as your body aches to find release, only able to find it when I give it to you.”
“You wouldn’t.” My thighs squeeze his hips, holding him close to me so he won’t attempt to walk away. If he did that to me, I’d probably scream the house down, cussing him up, down, and sideways.
“I wouldn’t bet against me, Journey. That’s for another time. Now I’m going fuck you raw.” His cock slides against the folds of my pussy, the tip hitting my clit just right, and if he kept at this, I’d have come already. He knew the nature of the game, knew when I clenched my legs around him to back off. Now it seems he’s going to finally give us both what we need.
“Please, God, I’m dying for you.” My head tips back when he shuts me up as he sinks all the way inside me with one solid thrust. Nico doesn’t stop, instead pulling out and pushing in. My whole body moves, eyes closed, an orgasm already taking over. I know it’s coming. My feet lock around his waist, thighs clench tighter, wetness coating the insides of my legs, and if my eyes would actually open and I’d look at Nico, I know his gaze would be seared on his wet shaft tunneling in and out of my tight pussy. “Nico!” A scream tears through my body. He doesn’t stop his movements, not when that orgasm is gone and he’s busy building another one. My eyes open, watching the beauty that surrounds me in everything Nico is, feeling him come inside me, aware that he’s tied me to him in every way possible. I’m already more than halfway in love with him. He’s everything I never knew I needed, and when his head tips up, our eyes locking on each other’s, we come together this time, as strong as ever.
“Non posso vivere senza di te,” he whispers into my ear as his body drops on top of mine. He’s still cognizant enough to untie my hands, massaging my wrists as tingles take over from being in one position too long. He doesn’t use Italian a lot, but when he does, it’s with profoundness only he can give me. Except this time, I have no idea what it means, and he’s entirely too tired for me to ask him.
THIRTEEN
Nico
“This is nothow I expected things to go when I had Enzo bring you to my place early.” Journey is lying on my chest, ear to my rapidly beating heart. The knowledge in my gut that this languidness will be gone shortly isn’t helping matters. I tossed the covers over us after cleaning her with a warm washcloth, not ready for us to leave the comfort of my bed after finally having her here instead of at her condo or what was my last place.
“No, I imagine talking was meant to happen.” She traces the tattoo along my arm. Her hair is a knotted mess from the bed and also my hand that is currently playing with it.
“It was, which we’re about to do.” She lifts her head off my chest. My arm moves to press her to my body again. Journey isn’t budging, though, so instead, I sit up in the bed, pulling her with me until she’s straddling my lap.
“I have a feeling I’m not going to like where this is going.” She burrows her head into my shoulder and neck, breathing in deeply before letting it go.
“Wish like hell you could bury your head in the sand, vita mia, but that’s not possible. If you want to know the full extent of how things are going to go to keep you in my life and safe while doing so…” I pause, waiting to see if she’ll give me her eyes or if I’ll be talking to her hair for the duration. When she doesn’t move, I continue on, “There’s the old-fashioned way, use you as bait to reel in my enemy. It makes me sweat to think about putting you in harm’s way. It’s my last fucking resort, Journey. Hear this now; I’ve tried to protect you from the very beginning, sucking it up, making you feel like you aren’t worthy to be seen on my arm, in the eyes of my famiglia. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Now there’s a fucking Russian making moves, going after teenagers, not just our territory but kids at school. This one is a high schooler, not like it makes much difference that he approached him, let alone offered him a job to sell drugs for them. Another one is passing a note, telling us he’s coming after the people we love the most. Using you doesn’t sit right with me, not for a second.” Journey pulls away from my neck, leaving wet tears in her path. She doesn’t look scared like I’d have suspected her to.
“I know you’re not ashamed of me. Does it suck I’m not included in some aspects of your life? Absolutely. I didn’t even know you moved. The last house I was at, I thought it was yours. Having Enzo tell me that was a rental was a kick in the gut. I didn’t know if it was me who didn’t ask the right questions or you keeping me out of the loop. I hate that you’ve had this on your conscience that some asshole is going after a piece of you, and don’t get me started on him doing so with kids. If I could spare them by using myself as bait, I would, in a heartbeat. No kid should have to walk around worried about who’s after them while walking home from school.” My selfless woman, ready to battle for people she doesn’t know, all because they’re a part of me. Papà wasn’t wrong when he said she’d make a good mafia boss’ wife. Journey will be that for me, no matter how much she hates me for it.
“Not fucking happening!” My voice comes out harsher than ever, hands going to each side of her neck, allowing Journey to see that will not ever happen, not while I’m alive. It’s already bad enough Petrov knows she’s my weakness, another worry on my list of everyday bullshit. Journey, though, that’s where I draw the line. If he wants a war, I’ll start and finish it.
