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Nico
“Can I come in? Or did you want to come over to my room?” I ask, pulling away just enough so I can look at her face.
“I’m okay with either,” she whispers.
I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. She giggles as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“I’ll give you a tour of my room,” I smile. “Need anything from your room? I’m kidnapping you for the night.”
“Oh,” she blushes and buries her face in the crook of my neck. “You might want to put me down so I can grab my phone and turn off the lights. I’m pretty heavy.”
I frown at her but she can’t see me. How the hell can she think she weighs a lot? She’s the perfect size with the right amount of curves.
“Mia, look at me,” I say. She slowly unburies her face and looks at me. “Don’t insult perfection again. Understood?”
I meant my words to sound sweet but they came out coated in masculinity and ego. They came out as an order instead of a request. She isn’t one of my men. She’s free to do as she pleases. Who the fuck am I to tell he what to do? She’s–
“That was sexy as hell,” she moans.
My dick jumps to life like I’ve been shocked. My hold on her tightens. I can feel the beast inside me rattling its cage.
I take several slow breaths to remain in control. I want to lose control though. I want to toss her on the bed and fuck her into oblivion. Being a gentleman with her is harder than I thought it would be.
“Mia,” I warn faintly.
“Nico,” she retorts, sexy-like.
“Fuck this,” I growl, carrying her inside her room. “Where the hell is your phone?”
“On the bed,” she giggles, holding onto my neck.
I quickly walk over to the bed to where her phone is. I lower her just enough to where she can reach it. She grabs it and we’re on our way out the door.
“Lights,” I say. She laughs and quickly turns off the lights. “Shut the door as we leave, I don’t want anyone seeing your room.”
“Yes, Sir.” She dramatically salutes me and closes the door behind us.
“You’re really asking to be punished, Miss Caldwell,” I inform her. She sucks in a sharp breath and looks at me.
“I do believe I need to be punished, Mr. Santoro,” she grins.
“Fuck.”
I storm through the hallway to my room. Once we are inside, I kick the door closed. I carry her over to the bed, remove my shoes, and with her still in my arms, I crawl into the center of the bed. I lay her down gently. Her arms are still around my neck and she’s smiling up at me.
“You’re beautiful,” I say without hesitation.
“Thank you,” she replies bashfully. Her eyes lower and she blushes.
“Always going to blush when I compliment you?” She shrugs slightly in response. “Look at me, Beautiful.”
She raises her gaze to mine and I kiss her softly. It isn’t punishment per se, but it is torture. A gentle kiss isn’t what I want to do; however, it is what I know she deserves.
“Are you always going to be so gentle with me?” she teases.
“Fuck,” I moan under my breath.
“I’m not a delicate little flower, Mr. Santoro.”
