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Nico just grunted and shoved the door to his bedroom open. It slammed shut behind us and this sense of foreboding filled me. This was the end of something in my life, the true end, and the beginning of another thing that terrified me.
My head spun as Nico finally set me on my feet. I clutched his shirt as the room tilted wildly, trying to ignore the hard muscles brushing against my knuckles underneath the fabric. I was grateful I’d always done well with spinny rides at carnivals, otherwise Nico would be cleaning puke off his shoes. It’d serve him right for carting me around like a sack of onions.
As soon as my world righted itself, I realized I was still clinging to him, and took a step away. His eyelids dipped lower over his eyes at my movement and I felt my heart rate kick up a notch. He wasn’t looking at me lazily. No, that was hunger flashing in his eyes and some kind of primal need sparked in their depths. I knew if I ran, he’d chase. While that was a sexy concept, I didn’t feel like getting tackled by this man again right now.
I folded my arms over my chest and glared at him. Our silence stretched throughout the room. My eyes dared him to try and take me. His reflected his own challenge. I knew he could over power me, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted. If it was, he could have easily fucked me the first night he brought me back here. Something told me his ego demanded that I willingly submit to him. Why make a deal with me otherwise?
Nico watched my every slight movement, missing nothing. It was a battle of wills, and in that, I was at least as strong as he was. Or so I thought. I was until the sadistic asshole started stripping.
My lips parted and my eyes widened when he shrugged out of his suit coat and started unbuttoning his shirt. As though drawn like a magnet my gaze flew down to the tanned skin he was revealing.
This is dumb,I told myself.You’re not going to lose control because this guy is taking his clothes off for you.My inner logic was too busy panting like a wolf in heat to take heed.
I tried to keep a bored look on my face. Let him think he wasn’t impressing me with his muscles and tattoos. In reality my fingers twitched, wanting to touch the smooth inked flesh of his arms. Those tattoos ran down the length of both arms and down his back to his ass.
My mouth watered and I clenched my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to him. They wanted to smooth down the washboard abs and follow that tantalizing V that dipped down below his slacks.
He tossed the shirt onto the bed then strode over to me. I sucked in a breath when he stopped so close he was almost pressing his body to mine—almost, but not quite. I stared over his shoulder, not daring to turn my head and look into his face as he watched me, a breath away from brushing those lips over my cheek.
It wasn’t fair. A man shouldn’t be this gorgeous, this tempting. My willpower was crumbling and he hadn’t even touched me. All the moisture fled my mouth as my eyes darted over and found his. It was like I was a fly caught in his web.
Suddenly, I wanted him to devour me. Fuck the consequences. Damn my previous need to not give in, to seem like I was the one in control. Screw treating him coldly since the asshole had kidnapped me. None of it mattered anymore.
I turned and gave in to impulse. My hand touched rippling hard abdominal muscles and the heat from his body nearly burned me.
His hand grabbed my wrist and my eyes flashed up to his. He pulled my fingers off him and I felt like pouting. His gaze was filled with male satisfaction and lust.
I could see it without question there in his eyes. I’d made the one decision he was going to allow tonight. I swallowed, then squealed when he made a sudden movement that had my feet leaving the ground.
Whirling us around, he dumped me unceremoniously on the bed. There wasn’t time to grumble, though, because his body followed me down and covered me. His mouth found mine and our tongues were battling.
It all happened quickly, ferociously, and without any hesitation. He straddled my hips and ripped my shirt and bra off. My lips moved in wordless surprise. He was like a feral beast and I wasn’t sure why, but that made my pussy clench. The idea that he wanted me so badly that he was willing to tear the clothes from my body so he could touch me spoke to all my wicked desires and fanned the flames of my arousal.
Nico pinned both my wrists in one hand and then paused above me. His face was emotionless, his eyes calculating. I glanced down and found the tattoo he was staring at. My tribute to my family.
What he did next shocked me and had me squirming with laughter due to the tickling sensation. He bent and ran his tongue from the bottom of my ribs, all the way up the tattoo to the top.
What the hell was that?I didn’t really need to ask, though. It was a claiming. Those eyes met mine. They were more green now than I’d ever seen them, bright with need—possessive. His move had been kind of a ‘I licked it and now it’s mine’ type of statement. It was weird, but I was also sort of hoping that wasn’t the only thing he licked tonight.
He shuffled forward on his knees, hand still pinning my arms above me, knees still bracketing my body. He was all but sitting on my chest and my eyes widened when he opened up his slacks and pulled his dick free.
I fought the moan that threatened to burst free as he stroked his cock, inches away from my face. I watched, longing building inside of me.
His hand left his dick and caught my chin, tilting it up so I was forced to meet his eyes. He licked his lips and my gaze followed the movement.
“Are you going to suck my cock?”
My eyes flew to his. Heat sparked between us. I nodded.
“Use your words, Piccola Guerriera.”
“Yes,” I moaned. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around him and drive him as crazy as he was making me.
He fisted his dick again and leaned forward, feeding it to me. I couldn’t move much since his body was pinning me down. I didn’t let that deter me. Working his length in and out of my mouth, I laved the underside with my tongue.
Nico’s chest rumbled out his appreciation and he leaned further over me, forcing his cock into my throat. I focused on breathing through my nose until he pulled back. My tongue bathed him as he slid out.
“Fuck, yes. Again.” He thrust back inside, deeper this time and tears pricked my eyes as he hit that spot that always managed to trigger them.
