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My chest rises and falls heavily and I have to close my eyes to catch my breath.
What was that? Did I really just let that happen? I’m too tired and too satisfied to feel embarrassed by the state I’m sure I’m in. My nipples are still hard against the cool air, exposed because Nico dismantled the top of my dress to free me of my clothes. My knees are shaking against Enzo, who lingers there, preventing me from closing my legs or pulling down my dress.
“Good girl,” Enzo says, approvingly, finally standing and letting me go. “You did so good, princess.”
I feel a press of lips against my forehead, but I’m too sated to open my eyes and see which man did it.
“So beautifully responsive for us, Angel,” Nico agrees.
Blindly, I reach back against me, finding Nico harder than before. I move my fingers back and forth against his length, but his hand wraps around my wrist, and he places a kiss on my temple.
“No. Tonight is just about you.”
Dropping my hand, I let my body lie limp in Nico’s hold as Enzo lifts my legs and drags them onto his lap as he sits down next to us.
“But I wanted—” I yawn, covering my mouth. Exhaustion is weighing on me heavily.
Sleep hangs heavy against my eyes. I’m not used to coming this hard.
Well, actually, if that’s what it’s supposed to feel like, I haven’t come at all. Jesus.
Enzo chuckles, as if he can read my mind, while his hands are stroking my legs. “There will be other nights for what you want, I promise.”
I snuggle into Nico’s chest.
“Don’t worry, Angel,” Nico says, stroking my hair, and placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
“We’ll take care of you.”
6
Nico
"Well, don’t you have some congratulations for your father, boys?”
I push the pasta around my plate, glaring at my glass of water, already annoyed. I don’t know what he expects me to say.
“Congratulations. Sir.” I grit out.
My father coming home from his secret trip out of town with a brand-new wife wasn’t unexpected. But the brand-new set of expectations sure as fuck were.
This is bullshit. We aren’t children. We shouldn’t be forced to toe the line like this.
I can’t wait to be Don and command the respect I deserve.
“You’ll fix the attitude before she moves in,” my father booms, slamming his fists against the table.
Moves in. Great.
I take another long drink of wine. My father’s extensive wine cellar may be the only way I get through this entire situation.
I glance over at Enzo for help, but he shakes his head, shoveling food into his stupid mouth as quickly as he can.
To Enzo – this conversation is irrelevant. He’s here because my father chose him to be here.
My brother by adoption. The son of one of Father’s closest advisors. Of course he’s staying quiet. The only reason he’s even here is because he’s loyal to my father. And one day to me. And in our line of business, loyalty is the most valuable thing a person has to offer.
So what does this woman have to offer?
