Succumbing to the desire that courses through me, my legs wrap tighter around his lean torso, while my arms snake around his neck. A satisfied gleam enters his eyes, no doubt at my easy submission. He fucks me harder, thrusting in and out of me so brutally my back hits the mirror and I hear a cracking sound.
Just as I am about to check the damage, a loud gasp echoes around the room. For a second, I think it’s come from me but when I look up and my gaze clashes with a horrified-looking Elenore, I know I’m wrong. Oh God. No. No way. Embarrassment and absolute humiliation flood my body at the way Elenore is staring at me in complete horror. I try to push Nico away, but he doesn’t stop. Grabbing my hands in one of his, he holds them tight, restraining me.
His eyes connect with Elenore in the mirror, his lips turning up in a snarl. “Get the fuck out of here.” He roars making her jump out of her shock and scurry away.
“Nico,” I plead, but he cuts me off by slamming his lips to mine and rubbing circles on my clit. My eyes squeeze shut, intense pleasure consuming me. Within seconds my pussy spasms around his length, my orgasm hitting with an intensity so strong, I nearly black out. A loud moan bursts from me and I can only be thankful that Nico swallows it down.
Tearing his lips from mine, he smirks. “That’s my girl, soak my fucking cock.” He pumps faster, harder, his gaze never leaving mine. Satisfaction sparks in his and with one last pump of his hips, he stills, his cock pulsing when he releases inside me.
“Christ,” he rumbles, his forehead dropping to mine. His chest heaves, the material of his shirt rubbing my breasts with every breath he takes. Slowly, he pulls out of me. My gaze drops to the space between my legs, and I watch as a thick cloudy white fluid drips down my thighs. Nico frowns, dropping to his knees and moving his head between my legs. I try to close then but he slaps them apart. “Open,” he growls, and I do. Of course, I do,because there is no doubt in my mind that I am completely gone for this man.
His tongue licks a trail up my pussy, collecting all his seed leaking from me. I squirm. “Wh-What are you doing.” I stutter as he pushes his tongue, now covered in his come, inside me and thrusts his release back into me slowly.
His gaze comes to mine, satisfaction shining in his blue eyes when he pulls away. “Baby, what have I told you about letting my come leave your pussy? Don’t make me plug you.” he warns, pushing to a stand and pinning me with a look.
I open my mouth to tell him that he is crazy, but I have bigger things to deal with. Like the nice lady who owns this studio. Pushing him away, my feet fall to the floor. “Oh my God. Elenore.” I whisper, my heart rate spiking rapidly as blood rushes to my ears.
Nico looks at me, tucking himself back into his pants. “Is nothing for you to worry about. I will take care of it. Now go and get yourself cleaned up.” He orders.
I glare at him. “You are not God, Nico, no matter how much you believe that you are. She…” I trail off, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. “She caught us. Having sex in her studio. She teaches children in here.” I whisper, horrified at what just transpired now that the ecstasy of my orgasm has passed.
Nico glowers at me. “I’m Nico fucking Marchetti, I can do whatever the fuck I like. Now, I told you I would take care of it. And I will. Go clean up and get dressed. We’re leaving.” Shooting me adon’t fight with me right now and just do as you’re fucking told look, he turns and walks out of the studio, no doubt to talk with Elenore.
I sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face and debating whether to follow his orders. I almost snort that I am even questioning myself. Of course, I will do as he asked like the good girl he tells me I am.
Huffing under my breath and hating the fact that I am so easily letting another man control me, I rearrange my underwear as best I can and make my way to the changing area.
Chapter 31
Nico
Sitting at the dining room table of my childhood home, I ignore the conversation going on around me, my mind going back to two weeks ago and the moment I fucked Ocean in her ballet studio. Hands down, it was the best sex of my life. Fucking her in front of that mirror, watching as she took everything I gave… Christ. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
After paying Elenore a hefty amount of money, I threatened her to keep her mouth shut and never mention what she saw if Ocean visited the studio again. My girl has no reason to feel embarrassed about what we did, and no way would I let anyone make her feel uncomfortable about it. Least of all some prissy, prudish, dance studio owner. By the terrified look on her face and the fear in her eyes, I know I got my point across. Not wasting any more time, I grabbed Ocean and took her out for dinner. She argued that she needed to go home, shower, and change but I didn’t allow it. There is something to be said about her smelling like me, full of me… It brings out the most primal side of me, makes me crazy and threatens my control. I both hate and love it.
I shouldn’t feel this way over a woman. My whole life has been dedicated to thefamiglia. To learning everything there isto know about the business for when I eventually take over asDon. But right now, all I can seem to focus on is Ocean. She has filled my mind, leaving no space for anything else–which is unacceptable. I don’t know how she has managed to do the unthinkable, something no other woman has before. But she did and now she is under my skin, so deep I will never get her out.
Hmm, running my finger across my lip, I make a mental note to punish her for making me feel this way.
“Nico?” My papà snaps, dragging me from my thoughts. Case in point. I should be in the moment. Not lettingheroccupy my mind so much that it distracts me from being present.
My gaze shifts to him. His face is angry. Red. He is about to completely lose his shit if I don’t get my act together. I clear my throat. “Sorry. I missed what you said Papà.” I’m not sorry, not one bit. But not only is he my father but myDon,too, and I need to show him respect.
His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw clenching. He wants to say more, but he won’t, not at the dinner table. “I said, was everything okay with the latest shipment? Everything accounted for?”
I nod, my mouth watering when I smell garlic, basil, and oregano. “Yes. It was fine. I think after our…show, the soldiers are taking us more seriously. As of now, reports from our Capo’s tell me everything is in order. I intend for it to stay that way. People know not to fuck with us.”
“Good.” He murmurs, taking a sip of his amber liquid just as Mamma places her homemade lasagna on the table. My sister follows with a basket of fresh garlic bread and a bowl of mixed salad. I don’t miss the way her eyes dart to Dante. Or how my best friend’s whole body relaxes when Allegra enters the room.
“It smells delicious, darling,” Papà praises, with a genuine smile which Mamma returns. She smiles at the bastard like he hung the damn moon. My chest tightens. If only she knew.Mamma takes her seat beside Papà, and he takes her hand, kissing it. My jaw clenches. Even though he fucks a different whore most nights, I know he loves her in his own way. It’s not good enough, not by a long shot, but there is nothing I can do to change it. No man in thefamigliacan interfere in another man’s marriage – son or not.
“It really does, Mrs. Marchetti.” Dante pipes up, his eyes darting to me. He no doubt sees the anger roiling through me and is trying to get dinner back on track.
Mamma rolls her eyes. “I’m not going to tell you again, Dante. Please call me Valentina.” She looks at my father. “And your daughter helped some.”
His eyes gleam when he looks to my sister, and I know what’s coming before he even says it. “You will make someone a perfect wife one day, Allegra.”
I tense. As do Dante and my sister. The atmosphere in the room turns thick and wanting to change the subject, to ease the tension so as not to ruin the meal Mamma has made, I speak. “You made the lasagna yourself, right?” I’m teasing her, trying to lighten the mood. I know without a doubt she made it.