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“By the look of his nose just now, I would say that you have crushed his bones to the point where he won’t be able to breathe normally ever again.”
“It is not enough.” I clench my fists, pushing the pain in my knuckles to the back of my mind.
“Nothing ever will be. Now get that girl of yours back to work. Less fucking, more working, please!” he groans the last word before stalking off.
I take a deep breath, then follow him, already knowing I need her again. She is becoming my addiction, and even though I only left her a few hours ago, I’m ready for my next hit.
24
EMILIA
Iam mid-way through a box when I hear the door slam and look up in time to see Nico walk into the room with purpose.
“Hey, I haven’t really found—” I start to explain, but he struts toward me without stopping, then picks me up off the floor in one swoop, linking his hands underneath my arms. I am airborne before I even know what is going on, and he lifts me to his body and slams his lips into mine. My feet dangle and my hands immediately wrap around his neck, and it is all I can do to hang on for dear life as his hands encase my waist and he pulls me close.
“What happened?” I ask breathlessly in question, my stomach leaping at my sudden movement.
“I need you now,” he says, sounding distressed. “Right fucking now.” His impatience makes my heart thump, loving how his need for me seems greater than anything else. He moves us over to the table in the room and sits me on the edge, his lips not leaving my skin for a moment as he runs them along my neck.
“You are all I can think about. You are in my fucking brain 24/7. What are you doing to me, bambolina?” he grits out, as his lips and tongue trail my skin.
His hands move swiftly, as his lips smash back onto mine, his demanding nature when it comes to getting us naked, startling and addictive. He is already undoing his belt buckle and lowering his zipper before I can even think of responding. My hands shoot out as I take over, lowering his zipper and pushing his pants down, just as eager to get to him.
“You’re so demanding,” I tease, even though I’m pulling at his shirt, desperately wanting to see him naked.
“Don’t push me right now,” he growls, as his hand cups my breast, where he squeezes and molds his hand, tweaking my nipple and making me shudder.
“Nico. Condom,” I say in a rush. My mouth is barely able to leave his, but we don’t need a repeat. We need to be smart and have been ever since our slip up the first time.
“Fuck.” He dives into his pants pocket and fishes one out of his wallet, and I lean back on my hands as I watch him slide it on. I wonder what has prompted his insane desire for me, yet not I don’t want to question it. I actually enjoy seeing him undone with need for me.
“Come here, this is going to be hard and fast, bambolina,” he says in warning as he quickly lifts my dress. It bunches around my waist, exposing my lacy underwear, which he admires for a moment before pulling them to the side.
“You like it when I need you, don’t you, Emilia?” he asks me, running his cock up and down my lips a little, making my pleasure build with the lightest of touches.
“Yes,” I say on a breath, because I do. Who wouldn’t? One of the most dangerous men in the city, someone who I should have nothing in common with, and no desire to be next to, desires me like no other man ever has before.
“But if you don’t hurry up...” My words leave me with a gasp as he enters me quickly, and I lose my breath for a moment. I feel so full. I wrap my hands around his neck as he pulls me toward him, his hands now cupping my ass as he continues his assault, thrusting into me like a man possessed.
“I fucking need you like I need the fucking air.” His lips find mine once again and my body melts. I whimper at his words and his insane appetite for me, for us.
“I want you too. I need you too,” I pant, my fingers gripping into his shoulders, my breast pushing up against his chest, the two of us trying to get as close to each other as possible. I’m starting to sweat since I am still fully clothed. As I cling onto him, my body feels as if it’s no longer my own, and I let him take me exactly how he wants to. He is in total control as he pulls me on and off his cock, putting me where he needs me, turning me on more and more.
“Fuck,” he groans, before he lifts me off the desk, putting me on my feet and spinning me around, my back now facing his body. His hands reach up and rip off my panties.
“They are my favorite pair!” I whine, because that is the second pair in a matter of days he has taken from me.
“Head down, bambolina,” he grits out, and my pulse races, loving his demanding tone. I lean on the desk, and he kicks my legs wider, manhandling me in a way I wouldn’t like from anyone else but him. I try to hold on with my sweaty hands before he enters me again.
“Fuck, this view is perfect. Your ass, your curves, you look so fucking pretty with my cock inside of you, bambolina,” he says breathlessly, and my hands wrap around the edge of the desk, needing to stabilize myself as his thrusting gets faster.
“Faster, Nico… Oh... Harder,” I moan, as his hand sweeps under my hip and finds my clit.
“You want to come, bambolina?” he says in torment.
“Yes, Nico… please.” I am about to explode.
“You will come when I say you can. Your pussy is mine. Your fucking body is mine.Youare mine.” I feel his strong body over mine, gripping into my flesh, pounding into me relentlessly. Turning my face to his, his eyes look deep into mine, and despite the heat of the moment, I see nothing but truth in them. He says what he means and means what he says. My belly flips, my pulse quickens, his obvious feelings for me thrumming through my veins, and my need for him increases. His other hand reaches for my hair, pulling my hair back, my body now arched back, and I feel him get deeper as he places kisses on my neck.
