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I flush at the mention of the books but glare at him. “They’re not porn,” I say through clenched teeth. “And we both know you’re just saying whatever you need to to try and convince me I should just throw myself at you and let you do whatever you want with me. Thinking I’ll be grateful you’ve saved me from whatever my family has planned for me.”
“I’m not looking for your gratitude,” he snaps back at me, a harshness to his tone now that makes me want to take a step back, but I hold my ground. And I continue to hold my ground as he circles his desk and makes his way toward me. I won’t retreat. I refuse to let him have any upper hand in this little battle. When he finally stands in front of me, he doesn’t touch me, doesn’t even reach my way, instead, he stares down at me, his face dark and body imposing as he towers over me. Then he says in a low voice, “You want to know what I thought the first time I saw you, Giulia? I saw you and knew I wanted you for my own. To possess you. To make you scream for me. To beg for me. To feel your mouth wrapped around my cock as you tried to take as much of me as you could into that pretty little throat, swallowing me down as I spilled into it. Then I thought about you spread eagle on my bed, tied and at my mercy, all while you screamed my name and begged me to let you come. That, Gia, is what I thought of the first time I saw you.” Now, he does reach out and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, holding me in place.
His grip is firm, but not tight, and I stare up at him in shock at his words. And also turned on. Hell, who wouldn’t be when a man like this says something like that to you? It still won’t sway me, but I allow myself a small moment to feel the heat that’s working through me. “And you think that’s just going to make me want to jump right into bed with you?” I ask softly.
He lowers his head a bit more. “I think that you’re running scared, and you know everything I’ve said is true. And while you’re trying to argue with me, your body betrays you. It wants me just as much as I want you. Because even as you stand here, your nipples are hard and begging for my mouth, my hands. Your thighs are pressed together like you’re trying to ignore that aching and empty feeling. Because you need me,topolina. You want me, and you want all the things I promised, to make you feel so good that you’ll never want to leave me. Because I’ll be the only man who will ever satisfy you.” He uses the grip on my neck to tilt my head back, but then brings his other hand to my hip and then over the curve of my ass, cupping it. I gasp in surprise, but I don’t struggle, too shocked and turned on to say or do anything. What is it about this man and his ability to render me unable to think? “And I’ll be the only man to make you happy and give you the freedom you so desperately crave,” he continues in a low voice, almost a whisper. “Because I know exactly what you need, and you only need to reach out and take it. And the first thing I’m going to do is make you realize why being in my bed is a damn good idea.”
I don’t have time to process what he says before he’s lifting me up so that his mouth is on mine. The kiss is hard, possessive, edging on brutal, and yet, it doesn’t dampen the desire inside me. It only makes it hotter. Any thoughts I have or arguments that I want to make disappear in a puff of smoke, and I can only focus on him and the way he tastes and makes me feel.
He lifts me higher, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, but then he suddenly spins us and he’s lowering me to his desk. He presses his erection tight to my center, making me gasp, sparks of fire going through my body. And giving me a cool dose of reality of what is about to happen. He must sense that I’m no longer in the moment, because he yanks his mouth from mine and stares down at me with glittering eyes as he grips my hips tighter and grinds harder against me. “Do you feel that,topolina?” he rasps, watching me. “Do you feel what you do to me? How hard and desperate you make me? Feeling your hot little pussy against me, even through all these clothes, is so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel it gripping me so damn tight as you come.”
“Nico,” I gasp out, shocked at the words, but so hopelessly aroused at the same time. I should push him away, but then he yanks me so that my ass is almost hanging over the edge of the desk, and he is able to grind himself directly against my clit,. The earlier memories of the library rush back, and I can’t stop my body from moving to meet him, trying to get that feeling, that sensation, back.
“Mmmm, yes, that’s it, Gia,” he grunts, watching me as his face flushes and his eyes darken even further. “Make yourself feel so damn good,topolina. Feel what I can give you. Take what you need.” Then he leans forward, burying his face in my neck, licking and sucking on the skin there and driving me insane as the pleasure inside me starts to build to impossible heights. But it’s not enough. And even when I try to go harder, faster, it’s still out of reach. He must sense I need something more, because he suddenly lifts his head away from my neck, stills my hips, and looks down at me. “What do you need, Gia?” he purrs, watching me.
“Nico,” I breathe, unable to get anything else past my lips. My body is buzzing, a low burning sensation working through my veins, and it’s both strange and addicting. I want more of it, I want it to burn hotter, burn higher.
“Tell me, Gia,” he orders, his hand moving from my hip and up over my stomach toward my shirt. He moves beneath it easily, quickly moving to my breasts and pushing a hand inside my bra to cup me and then circle my hardened nipple with firm movements of the pad of his thumb. I give a small cry, arching into his hand. Arousal rushes into my core, and I can’t even bring myself to care about how wet I am at this point. But then he tweaks my nipple, pinching it for just long enough to have pleasure and pain blurring, and I whimper, making him give a low chuckle of pure satisfaction. “Is that what you need,topolina?” He moves to the other breast and gives it the same treatment. “Or do you need something else? Something more?”
“I-I-I,” I stammer out, unable to get my brain to work enough to formulate a coherent sentence. Especially when he suddenly yanks his hand from beneath my shirt, and moves it to press his hand to my center, cupping me there. I jerk at the feel of him touching me in a place no one else but myself has touched or seen. But then he moves his fingers, and oh God, it feels so good, that I press against them for more. Wanton and uncaring about anything else but the way I’m feeling right now.
“Mmmm, yeah, this is what you need, isn’t it, Gia?” He circles his fingers, and from the movement of his fingers, along with the feel of the fabric of my underwear and pants, my entire body is trembling. I still need more, it’s not quite enough, and along with desire, frustration is simmering right beneath it, ready to overtake it all. I stare into his eyes, needing that connection, that lifeline to keep from feeling like I’m going to lose my mind without it. I arch into his touch, and his lips pull up into a smug smile. “That’s it, Gia, use my fingers and make yourself feel good,” he praises, and it’s like a switch flips in my brain at those words, and I do exactly what he wants.
Later, much later, I’m going to be horrified at what I’m allowing him to do to me, but right now, I don’t give a rat’s ass. I only want to reach that peak. But still, even after a few minutes, of rubbing myself against his fingers, of gripping him like my life depends on it, it’s still just out of reach. I still, letting out a groan of frustration. “Nico,” I grit out.
A soft chuckle leaves his mouth, infuriating me. How dare he laugh at me when I’m about to snap and kill him for tormenting me this way? The cruel bastard knows exactly what the hell he’s doing to me. “You need more, don’t you,topolina?” he says seductively, before slowly sliding his hand up toward the waistband of my pants. “The only way you’re about to get relief is with my fingers, and mouth on that pretty pussy. So you better tell me right now if you don’t want that, and we’ll stop right now.”
Stop?Stop?Is he crazy? Well, that’s a given I suppose, but still, he dares to get me so hot and bothered and now he’s suggesting we stop. But at the same time, the logical part of my brain is screaming at me, that he’s using my body against me, that he’s trying to make me give in and take over my life. That if I give in, I’ll never be able to escape.
Unluckily for my brain, my body is in full control and I find myself arching into his hand again and begging, “Nico, please. Please.”
“Please, what, Gia?” he asks, moving his hand over my hips and pulling my pants and underwear down just above my pubic bone. “Tell me, Gia, do you want me to pull these off you and show you all that you’re missing out on? Show you what it’s like in the real world, and how those books you read will pale in comparison. Or do you want me to stop? It’s your choice.”
I logically know what he’s doing by uttering those last three words, but right now, I don’t care. I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of being angry and desperate to feel in control. He might be making my body crave him, but this is my choice. It makes my heart pound, and thoughts of him not being so bad after all try to intrude before I shove them away. I just look at him and nod, unable to push the words past my lips.
Unlucky for me, that’s not good enough for him. “I need the words,topolina. Open that pretty mouth and tell me yes or no. Now.”
I swallow hard, before I lick my lips, trying to get them to work. It takes a moment, and Nico watches me, patiently waiting, his fingers brushing my skin and sending my already sensitive nerves into overdrive. Finally, I gasp out, “Yes.”
Nico’s eyes flash, and I don’t miss the victory in his eyes before he wastes no time in yanking my pants and underwear down and off my legs, leaving me bare from the waist down. I gasp at the suddenness of the action, but that quickly trails off into a whimper and then a moan when he throws them aside, kneels between my legs, and spreads them wide, before cupping my ass and putting his mouth on me.
Oh. My. God.
Oh, books can’t hold a candle to the feel of this in real life. Especially with a man like Nico, who clearly knows what he’s doing. I gasp and cry out when he sucks hard at my clit, making my body arch and bow as the rush of sensation moves through me. “Nico,” I cry, unable to stop moving, unable to process everything that he’s making my body endure.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls his lips away, before moving them down to my entrance and licking me there, while moving his fingers to my clit and putting them to work. The dueling sensations have me gripping the edge of the desk, trying to keep myself grounded. And I let out a soft scream when he thrusts his tongue inside me, both startling me and making my legs squeeze around his head to keep him in place.
He gives a low chuckle, and the vibrations push me closer to the edge. I’m so close. My entire body is strung tight, poised for it, until he suddenly pulls away, forcing my legs open, removing his hand from my clit, and pushing them open and apart. “No!” I cry, struggling.
“Shhh,topolina,” he soothes, making me still and stare at him, even though I’m not really sure it’s him I’m staring at right now. No, I’m sure he has to be the devil himself. Who else would torture me this way? “Keep your legs wide,” he orders, lifting my legs so they’re bent and my feet are braced on the edge of the desk. It’s a bit uncomfortable, and it exposes me in a way I’m not sure I’ll ever be comfortable with, but then he says, “Eyes on me, Gia, and watch as I make you feel so damn good.”
He wants me to watch him? What?
I barely get the thought finished, when he puts his mouth back on my clit, and sucks. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, but I somehow manage to watch him and not let my eyes fall closed. I’ve read about plenty of women watching their men pleasure them with their cocks and their mouths, but this, this is so much better. Or maybe it’s because Nico reminds me of a man who’s starved and is eating my pussy like it’s his last meal and he plans on savoring every last bite. My entire body quakes when he sucks on my clit a little harder, lashing it with his tongue, and sending my orgasm barrelling even closer. But then he pulls away just enough that I barely have the fortitude to keep myself from growling at him in annoyance. Still, he must see it on my face, because he smirks, before he starts all over again, but this time, I feel his fingers press at my entrance, making my eyes widen.
I tense at the invasion, and he stills his fingers but doesn’t stop sucking and licking at me. He just watches me, changing the strokes of his tongue to easy and slow, almost soothing. Slowly, I force myself to relax and bite my lip at the uncomfortableness of him stretching me. He lifts his mouth away from me, and rasps, “Relax for me, Gia. Let me in.” I take a deep breath and try to tell my body to relax. It takes a moment, but finally, his fingers slip inside further, making me feel uncomfortably full. I squirm, and he lets out a low groan, making me still, worried I’ve hurt him somehow. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, pulling his fingers back and then moving them forward. Repeating the shallow strokes until my muscles relax to accommodate him. “You’re going to strangle me when I get inside you,” he mutters, almost half to himself. I should be terrified of those words, but the only thing I can focus on is his fingers filling me.
Even when I touched myself in the shower, I was too unsure and nervous to ever touch myself this way, and now I’m wondering why the hell I’ve didn’t, because, wow, this is so much more. And soon enough, I’m lifting my hips in time with the thrust of his fingers as he works them in and out of me, sending my orgasm spiraling higher and higher.
