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He was both.

But my guess was that he thought he had to choose between the two. I saw the struggle painted on his face.

My hands curled around the waistband of his sweats as I peered up at him through my lashes.“You can call me your dirty slut and shove your cock down my throat and still cook for me and tuck me into bed, Niko,” I said, yanking down his gray sweats till they banded around his muscular thighs. My brain had a goddamn aneurysm at the sight of him.

Thick Slavic style lettering covered each thigh, bracketing his already erect cock. Saliva started pooling in my mouth as my fingers wrapped around him, giving a languid pull and drawing out a ragged moan from both of us.

Precum beaded at the head of his cock. My thumb swiped over the liquid before dragging it over his shaft. Images of Kenji fucking his hand sprouted in my mind, sending another wave of desire shooting to my core.

“You can be both hard and soft with me, Niko.” I leaned forward and drew a ball into my mouth. My heart beat loud in my ears as I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks.

“Oh, fuck,” he uttered as I swirled the tip of his cock with my tongue, flicking the velvety-soft skin. His words were like a prayer on his lips.

Yet I was the one on my knees in worship.

CHAPTER 19

NIKO

BE MY GOOD LITTLE WHORE…

Was this what it was like to have a lobotomy?

Because my brain was short-circuiting—my synapses running haywire. I had to tell myself to breathe. Straight up moaned the word inhale, which, of course, Scar took as a request, and she sucked down more of my length. Her mouth was so sinfully good I swore I could fucking see sounds.

This hadn’t been my intention when I offered to cook for her. How the fuck had we gone from me wanting to tear off Dominick’s limbs for not feeding her to my hand buried in her brunette locks while she fucking tickled her esophagus with my cock?

My fingers twisted in her hair, angling her face so I could watch how she took me. The tears collecting along her lashes spilled over as she gagged on my cock, her throat constricting around the head like a vise grip. Fuck, she was a sight to see. Her blue eyes peering up at me through dark lashes, with those pouty lips of hers stretched thin around my dick. I was going to nut from the sight alone.

I spread my feet apart, giving her more room to work. Fire seared up my balls at the wet sound she made when she took me to the back of her throat as I worked my cock in and out of her mouth. She let her saliva slide down the shaft, the lubrication glistening under the kitchen lights. A soft hand wrapped around my cock, syncing to the rhythm of her mouth.

It was too much. If I let her go on any longer, I’d come in her mouth. Or maybe I’d paint that pretty face of hers with my release.

“Be my good little whore and get on the fuckin’ counter.”

I winced at the words. They sounded too harsh and gruff. I’d never felt self-conscious about how I liked to fuck before, but of course, this woman had already wormed her way into my psyche, and my brain didn’t want to drive her away with our inability to be soft in bed.

But she scrambled onto the island like her ass was on fire. Her very bare ass.

“Why the hell are you not wearing underwear?” I asked, stepping between her spread thighs and running a finger over her slick pussy, pulling a moan from her. “Was this always your plan? You came in here ready to get your cunt fucked?”

She shook her head like she was already lost to the lust. “Caleb cut them off last night,” she replied breathlessly. I paused at the mention of his name. We’d all talked last night after she’d gone to sleep. He was furious to be working with another Romano, but we’d all agreed it was the best option we had. Kenji filled us in on his hunch about her hating her family as deeply as we did ours. And Caleb knew better than to question Kenji’s gut on these matters. Where my obsession drove me to learn every little thing about a person, Kenji was a human lie detector with an uncanny ability to read people.

As much as the little nugget of information she dropped moments ago pissed me off, it confirmed Kenji’s suspicion. Her revenge-filled vendetta against Dominick wasn’t for show. But the most important topic of that conversation was that Caleb had no problem with either of us fucking his new wife. Well, those weren’t his exact words. But I was taking the fact that he hadn’t said, Don’t fuck my wife, after watching me lick the blood off her thigh and letting Kenji unzip her dress and see her tits as a green light.

Ask for forgiveness and all that shit.

I reached forward and tore open the shirt I’d brought her while she showered. The pinging of buttons hitting the hard surface was muffled by Scar’s gasp as my fingers pinched her nipples.

“Niko, please,” she moaned, lying flat, her feet propped up on the counter, fully exposing her glossy cunt to me. “The showerhead is great, but fuck, do I want to be filled.”

Her head popped back up, and she stared me down with a look so intense I was frozen in place. “You better stretch me with that thick fucking cock of yours, Niko. Because I swear if you’re just fucking with me right now, I will lose my shit, and you’ll end up with a second stab wound.”

The rough pads of my fingertips dug into her jaw. I loved the little noise of surprise she let out at the move.

“I’m going to make that dirty fucking mouth of yours clean up the mess you make on my cock after I’m done using you.” I dug two fingers into her warm heat with my free hand, reveling in the way I made her eyes roll back at the intrusion. “So. Fucking. Wet.” I punctuated each word with a thrust.

There was no way I could hold off being inside her any longer. Her moans echoed off the walls, the soundtrack to my madness. Fuck, I wanted a recording of her sounds of pleasure so I could play it whenever I wanted.