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He forces me back until my shoulders collide with the wall. “You need to understand that I’m going to be your husband, and from the moment that was decided, you became mine. So you will do as I say, or there will be dire consequences.”
“Is this how you plan to treat me when we’re married?” I bite out.
“And how’s that?”
“Rough handling me. Pushing me up against a wall.”
Dark promises flare in his eyes. “Something tells me you like it that way.”
My retort dies on my lips as he runs the back of his fingers down my cheek.
“Is this why you provoke me?” His voice is low and dangerous, and too fucking sexy. “So I’ll be rough with you?”
My skin pebbles and my pulse races.
And he notices.
“Do you like it when I’m this close to you?”
I lick my lips. “No.” Yes.
His eyes gleam. He knows I’m lying.
“Is that why you defy me? To get my attention?”
Holy fuck, do I?
“No,” I whisper.
He drags his knuckles down my neck to my breasts and my nipples tighten to taut peaks.
“Or does the idea of me losing control turn you on?”
He fixes his gaze to mine and a wicked smile plays on his lips as he strokes one nipple through the lace, before doing the same to the other. “You should be careful what you wish for, little one, because when I lose control I can be very imaginative with my punishment.”
A violent need throbs at my core, aching to be quenched.
And Nico knows it. Because I can’t hide it.
Just like he can’t hide what’s going on behind his zipper.
He drags his knuckles lower and lower until they find the satin between my thighs, and I jolt and hiss in a shaky breath.
Heat swirls around us as one finger hooks the satiny edge of my new La Perla panties.
My whole body quivers with anticipation.
“I’m waiting for you to say don’t,” he rumbles.
And I’m desperately waiting for you to touch me there.
I sink my teeth into my lip to stop myself from moaning.
“Don’t hold your breath,” I say, like I’m not giving in.
Amusement tugs at his lips but quickly vanishes as he slips a finger beneath my satin panties and slides it through the most intimate part of me.
I let out a rough exhale… because damn.
“Fuck.” His amused glazed eyes find mine. “No wonder you enjoy arguing with me. Look at how wet it makes you.”
The pad of his finger brushes my clit, and my bones liquefy.
He begins to rub and tease, stroking and brushing my clit with relentless pressure, and I arch my hips, needing the friction.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?” He growls. “Its taking everything I’ve got not to fuck you up against this wall.”
His finger slides from my clit to dip inside me again, and I groan, arching my neck and pressing my head into the wall.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet. So fucking tight.”
I begin to rock against his hand, getting off and not giving a damn. My muscles tense violently, chasing my orgasm, my heart beating rapidly against my rib cage as my moans fills the space between us.
“That’s it, little hell cat. Take it from me. Take your pleasure.” He groans and its primal. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Not… for you.” I crush my teeth into my lower lip. “I’m going to come… for me.”
Nico smiles wickedly. “Then we both win.”
On the other side of the curtain, Magda sounds nervous. “Is everything alright in there?”
As I teeter on the edge of an orgasm, it takes everything I have not to moan out my response.
“Yes… I’ll be out… soon.”
My orgasm hits, and I melt into the wall of the dressing room as it consumes me. Streams of bliss funnel into my limbs, and I have to put my hand over my mouth to stop from crying out.
Groaning, Nico buries his face in my neck as I come undone.
“You look so fucking hot when you come.” His lips brush the tender spot beneath my ear. “You wear things like this for me, and I’ll make sure you come every single day for the rest of your life.”
Blanketed in afterglow, I can barely lift my eyelids.
“I don’t wear this kind of thing every day,” I say, still high. “This is supposed to be for my wedding day.”
He smiles into my neck. “Then I promise you our wedding night is going to blow your mind. This outfit makes me want to get very creative.”
Starting to come down, I push my hand into his chest to create some space between us.
He’s dangerous to be around. That mind-blowing orgasm tells me I need to protect myself from getting caught in his web, and to not feel the thrill of his wedding night promise tighten in my stomach.
