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Chapter 15
Sybil
I sigh as Nico takes over the kiss, commanding my lips with his and pulling me into his lap. I can feel the thick, hard bulge in his pants, and have to restrain myself from grinding against him.
Already, I’m wet. God, he’s way too good at kissing. He knows the right way to touch me—softly caressing my face or tracing my ear and down my neck, squeezing me tighter against him as his tongue skims against mine.
Nico is driving me crazy, which is not part of the plan I came up with last night. I’m supposed to be withdrawn. I’m supposed to figure out a loophole in the contract or run away completely.
Basically, anythingexceptwhat I’m doing now, which is moaning as his hand slips up the front of my shirt, under my bra, to smooth over my breasts and pinch my nipples.
I bite his lower lip to get back at him, and he groans and begins kissing down my neck, his breathing more rapid. “Il mio crudele tesorina,” he growls.
I force him to look at me, liking the smoldering hunger in his teal eyes too much. “Translation?”
“My cruel darling.” He kisses me again, and now he’s pressing his stiffness against my thigh, hissing out a breath when I shift to rub against it more.
Maybe he’s right. We could go back into the fateful inn, and he could tie me up again as he did at my request back then. I can practically still feel the silk ties around my wrists, his teeth teasing my nipples, his hand pressing against my throat, and the brutal thrusts….
God. No. I cannot be doing this. I’m supposed to have a plan, damn it.
Space. Let’s start with space.
I pull back and try to catch my breath, but it doesn’t deter Nico. He begins tracing my collarbone with his tongue, fingers lightly teasing down my spine.
I swallow. “N—Nico? I want to—"
A loud buzz interrupts me, and startled, I look at Nico’s phone in the car’s middle console. He ignores the sound to kiss my neck. Again, he grinds against me, and I’m genuinely worried my pussy will leave a wet spot on his lap.
My voice is annoyingly breathy. “Your phone.”
“Ignore it.”
Desperate for any way to reinforce my weak self-control, I grab it and answer, holding it to his face. He shoots me a dark look, irritated to be interrupted, and takes it from me, still not letting me go.
“Ten words or less,” he snaps.
I don’t hear the less-than-ten words from the person on the other end, but I know I don’t recognize the voice. Nico tenses, and his entire demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. Instead of hungry lust, there’s the violent, dangerous mafioso that makes my pulse beat just as hard—but more out of fear than desire.
He swears, a creative mix of Italian and English, and then, “I’ll be there in forty-five.”
Forty-five? He was speeding all the way here, and we made it in about an hour. How fast is he going to have to go to get there so soon? And what would merit haste like that?
Nico hangs up and looks over me for a long moment, and then sighs. “I need to get back, Sybil.”
It’s what I needed—something to stop my wanton desire for him. Still, I don’t like the disappointment I feel as I quickly get back in my seat and buckle. As he peels back onto the forest-shrouded road, I watch the little old inn disappear behind us.
I’ve felt overwhelmingly guilty since the moment I saw him at my door. I’d almost said it right then—I’m pregnant.But I can’t tell him, so I didn’t.
I don’t know why he decided to bring me out here, but admittedly, reminiscing about that day four years ago has been nice. Too nice. It made me remember how it felt the first time I saw him, tall and breathtaking with water dripping off his perfect face and the way his striking eyes ignited something new in me. The chemistry between us, both sopping wet and standing in the rain, had been something I couldn’t ignore or forget.
But it was his words that made me fall head over heels for him—and the earnestness in his voice.
“Who are you?”I had asked, knowing full well it was the Nico Attolini they’d told me to wait for. I’d been so close to crying, so afraid he might hurt me the way the Gattos joked that he might.“Are you...going to hurt me?”
And then the honesty that shocked me then.
“They call me Boy Scout. I’m a mafioso and maybe not the best man, but I keep my promises. And I promise you that you can trust me. I won’t hurt you. If you let me, I’ll protect you.”Then he’d smiled at me, his heart-stopping dimples appearing for the first time.“I’ll be my best self around you,mia tesorina.”
