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“Your perfect pussy is all mine,” I grit out to her, the momentum of our hips clashing against each other, pushing me to the edge. “You’re fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful.” I watch her, her mouth open, her eyes closed, moving up and down my cock. My hand grabs her hair, and I pull her head back, arching her back even more, her clit rubbing against me just right before I feel her start to shake.
“Yes, yes. Don’t stop, Nico. Please,” she begs, her movements becoming erratic.
“Fuck me, Emilia, take all of me.” I lean forward and bite her nipple, which sends shock waves through her body, as she jolts, her orgasm taking over her body. Watching her, I let go, and empty myself inside of her, pulling her up and down my cock as I ride the high, not wanting it to end.
“Nico,” she breathes, her head coming forward and slumping on my shoulder. “That was amazing.” Maybe I can talk her into staying in bed with me all day today, even though I know I have a mountain of work to get through.
I wrap my arms around her, my fingers skimming her bare back, and again realize we didn’t use protection, yet this time I am not as concerned about it as I was weeks ago. It appears neither is she.
“Let’s get in the shower, then I will call Tony and Romero to take you to the cemetery,” I say as I stand, keeping her wrapped around my waist and walking us to the bathroom.
She remains silent, clinging to me, so I keep her in my arms as I turn on the shower and step inside.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I ask her, feeling like I need to be near her today. I can still sense she is fragile, not herself.
“No, that’s okay. I won’t be long. I will just get the boys to take me to the florist, then the cemetery, and then I will be back,” she says, slowly easing off me, and I place her feet on the floor.
“What florist?”
“Le Rose on the Upper East Side.”
I still then. Le Rose is owned by the Moreau family. Why would she go there? It is nowhere near the cemetery. Not even on the way.
“Why Le Rose?” I ask her, trying to sound normal, as I wash her body with soap.
“Oh, their arrangements are so beautiful. They have lovely roses,” she says with a smile before she turns, offering me her back, which I soap up and then rinse.
My mind whirls. The French are allies of ours, the florist their only business in New York, with a handful of other properties reserved for their accommodations when they visit.
“Maybe I should come.” I turn her back around to face me.
“It’s fine. I’m not going to be there long.” She grabs the soap from me and runs it over my body. It feels nice to have her hands on me like this.
“All right, but Romero goes everywhere you go. No question.” I stare down at her, her naked body ingrained in my dreams, even more so now as I watch the water drip down her chest to her center, a place I never want to leave.
“Nico, it is really not necessary...” she starts until she sees the look on my face and decides not to continue, instead nodding.
“Fine. Romero comes with me everywhere.” Submitting that easily? Yet another thing giving me concerns.
“Good, now come here,” I grit out, pulling her flush with my body and kissing her, looking forward to when she comes home later because I am already eager for round two.
37
EMILIA
Isit in the back of the car, my stomach curling into itself, nervous, but in reality, I know it will probably be another dead-end. The traffic whirls past, the activities of a busy New York City scurrying around us, yet I remain silent, lost in my thoughts, trying to piece together all these bits of information.
Tony and Romero are quiet in the front, clearly not happy about escorting me around today.
Looking out the window, I think about my father. Seeing him yesterday probably wasn’t a good idea. It has stirred up a whole pot of emotions I was not ready for and was not really equipped to handle.
I was honest with Nico. He never touched me. Which is astounding, considering how much he hated me. His abuse toward me was purely mental, and no doubt he thought he could wield his sword over me again yesterday, but it didn’t work. So even though I am exhausted and mentally drained from the event, I still feel some strength inside, knowing he doesn’t affect me anymore. At least not as much as he used to.
Perhaps Nico has a hand in that. Having him there, with me, seeing him angry at my father for all he has done, including the way he has treated me. I felt like for the first time in my life I had someone on my side. A new feeling for me.
I think once I get back to the compound, I might also spend the afternoon with Cat and Ivy. I am keen to get to know Ivy better and understand their life now they are with Carter and all that involves.
The car comes to a stop, and I notice the sophisticated white-and-black striped awnings on the stark white stone building. The front features beautiful black-framed windows, with an explosion of color coming from the inside, the roses acting as a centerpiece.
