Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
NICO
I wasn’t being totally honest with Arriana before.
I told her I just wanted to hold her, but that was only because of the way she was looking at me. I’m not even sure she realized there were flecks of fear in her gorgeous eyes, a tic of terror in her perfect lips.
Lying awake, I cradle her, sliding my hand through her hair. She breathes softly. Lying like this with her, with her warmth pressed against me and the shape of her mounds tempting me through her shirt. I can almost forget. She’s taken off her bra. For comfort, I guess but it’s driving me wild.
When I close my eyes, I see the events of tonight. I hear their screams. They were terrible men. Dominic proved it at the end by saying all those twisted things about Lucy. She’s been through a lot for me, my best friend, risking everything so I could be with her niece.
I kiss Arria’s forehead. She moans sleepily and wriggles closer to me, her hand resting sleepily on my bare chest. A tickle of tension moves up my rod, stiffening me and awakening my desire.
Opening my eyes, I look down at her hair across the pillows. It’s so much better than confronting the shadows inside. When I’m with her, the past, the future, nothing and nobody else exists. She’s exactly what I called her earlier—my Snapshot, making the bright light of the camera, the moment, the only relevant thing.
Tomorrow, disaster might strike. Perhaps someone witnessed my disposal of the bodies. Her father might make her choose between her family and our relationship. She could disappear on her travels, somewhere without cell service, where we can’t coax our flames with texting.
Tonight, somehow, miraculously, everything is perfect… with her.
I went overboard when we were in the living room together. She recoiled slightly when I called myself ‘husband’ and ‘father.’ She doesn’t want to commit to something so drastic, so quickly. I’m not sure I want to, either. It’s been a high-stress night, to put it mildly. But when I said it, it felt real. I felt sure. I can’t deny that.
She wriggles against me, her hand sliding over my stomach. Every nerve in me blazes with desire. My arousal aches as she slides her tempting touch over my abs. My cock, unlike my mind, isn’t confused about anything that happens between us. Lust surges through me.
She moans again, her hand slipping lower toward my underwear. I should wake her up. Maybe she’s having a dream about us. It better be. I hate thinking of her with any other man. Just the thought of it makes me sick.
She’s almost stroked her hand over my dick when I finally give her a soft shake. “Snapshot,” I whisper.
“I’m already awake.” She keeps moving her hand. “I’ve been awake this whole time, trying to be respectful and just hold you like you said. But you’re half naked, and we’re both more than half crazy, and I just can’t stop.”
A shuddering breath escapes me when she reaches into my underwear and wraps her hand around my cock. My shaft is solid. She squeezes with enough pressure to let me know she’s as hungry as I am, then she strokes from my precome-coated end to my base, spreading the wetness, making me slick.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl. “You don’t know what you’re starting, angel.”
With her hand still on me, she looks up and props one hand on my chest. “I know exactly what I’m starting.”
She can’t completely hide her nerves. It’s natural. This is going to be her first time. The knowledge burns through me— her first time . Nobody else is ever going to touch her. My head is spinning. Ever? What right do I have to think of that?
I am. I can’t help it. I don’t fight it.
She’s mine. I’m done denying it.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, rolling over so I’m on top, holding myself up so I can drink in her features.
She makes a beguiling sound as I slide my hand down her body. When I glide my hand over her curvaceousness and into her shorts, she removes her hand from my underwear, grabs my bare arms, and sinks her nails in like she’s trying to tether herself to me.
I push my hand into her underwear. Her folds feel inflamed, swollen with lust, clear evidence of her desire, a sign we belong together.
“I want you to forget.” She trembles against me. “About everything. Except me…”
“I love it when you get confident.”
I massage her lush folds, her wetness making me even more excited, even more obsessed.
“I never cared about my body. Then we met—and I did. But I don’t have to be self-conscious. Or ashamed. Do I?”
“Never,” I snap. “You’re voluptuous, curvy, perfect. Your shapeliness is just one thing that makes me want you so, so bad, Snapshot. Never doubt that.”
Her core responds by quivering for me when I circle her entrance with my finger. She wraps her hands around the back of my neck, clinging tightly. I do this for a long time, happy to lose myself touching her.
I move down, kissing her lips, her neck, tugging at her shirt to reveal her tits. I kiss and suck her nipples, but I have to go lower. Her pussy is calling to me. All my life, I have been lost. Darkness has shrouded me all my life. Not anymore. Not with her.
I pull down her panties, sinking my greedy hands into the fullness of her thighs. Her scent washes over me. The physicality of her closeness makes me feel drunker than any text ever could.
She slides her hand through my hair when I kiss her hole, stroking my finger around her warm opening at the same time. I kiss her nub again, then give myself to the hunger. I lick her, causing her to fill the room with her moans.
My tongue moves faster, harder, the lust taking me over. I can’t think. I don’t want to. Her depths shiver around my finger when I push inside.
She grabs big handfuls of the sheets when I suck her clit, pulling it into my mouth, and fuck her horny, virgin hole with my finger. I pulse my touch in and out, attuned to her body’s responses.
I let her clit go, then lick it with frantic speed. Her moans are the reward I get for each brush of my tongue. It’s like sending a text. I lick, then get the message delivered, notification as I hear a pleasure-filled gasp.
Her hips move in time with my finger, like my virgin is rehearsing for the real deal. She slides her velvet haven up and down my hand, spreading her wetness all over me. Her taste is addictive. When I feel her orgasm approaching, barreling like a train into the steaminess of this moment, it’s her taste that stops me from looking up so I can see her voluptuous body twitching with the release.
I groan, slipping my tongue all over her sex, finger fucking her gorgeous slit until she can’t take it any more. She grabs a pillow, moaning into it, the muffled noise somehow sexier than if she just let fly.
I pull back and sit up, staring at her. She smiles at me, looking high at what just happened. I tear the sheets away so I can see her. Her wetness glimmers, beckoning to me.
“I need you so fucking badly,” I growl. “I need to own you, Angel. Your body. Your future. I know what I’m saying scares you. Maybe tomorrow, it’ll scare me too. But not tonight. Not now.”
“Not tonight,” she repeats, tugging on her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing her bouncing, plump tits. “Not now.”
I stand up and tear off my boxers. My dick springs up, precome dripping from my head.
She laughs. “Are you aiming at me?”
I chuckle. She’s a miracle, my angel. Not too long ago, I sat in my car, consumed with darkness. But she’s changed me.
She becomes serious, holding her arms out. “Don’t leave me naked and all alone.”
I climb onto the bed with her, pressing my body against hers, her nakedness making my driving force even harder. I kiss her neck, tasting her, consumed by her as I reach down and glide my throbbing dick up her thighs and to her entrance.
She freezes when I push my head against her core. Her virgin tightness holds onto me like she’s not sure if she’s going to let me in, her inexperience teasing like a message undelivered notification. Then she slides her hands down my back, claiming me, digging her nails in.
“Nico,” she gasps. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”
I glide into her, her folds caressing every inch of my burning steel. Inch after inch, I push inside of her, fusing with her more and more each moment. It’s like we’re becoming one. Like we’re in a love song. I don’t care what these thoughts will look like tomorrow.
I don’t care if I’m her uncle. I don’t care if there’s a chance this ends in flames.
She’s mine. Nobody can take that away from us.
Not now.
“You’re perfect,” I groan as her tits bounce up and down with the motion of my rock-hard dick.
She’s got her hands on my neck, her eyes wide open. She doesn’t want to miss a moment of this any more than I do. In sync with me, she arches her back and moves her mounds closer to me.
I thrust deeper, then slide out slowly, savoring every moment. She nods, encouraging me with this pace. Our love language was texting, but sex comes just as easily to us. She doesn’t have to say anything.
Again, I push deep, all the way into her perfectly wet pussy, my tip aching when I reach all the way to the hilt, as far as any man will ever get with my woman. My woman . I’m tired of running from it. If it feels this natural, if it always has, why fight it?
We slip and slide at this pace for minutes, maybe ten, maybe longer, maybe less. Time means nothing as her body opens for me. I feel her body relaxing, her moans getting sweeter.
She smiles, self-assured. She’s got no reason not to be. Her nakedness shows her curves in all their perfect glory. Her eyes aren’t so na?ve anymore. “Is that… all you… got?”
I grin, growling at the same time. It’s a sign of who I am, the mix of the good and the bad, the enforcer and the savior.
“Don’t tempt me, Snapshot.”
“But that’s what I’m made for. To tempt you.”
I arch my back, drive my dick deep into her pussy. With a moan, she falls back onto the bed, bouncing before sitting up again. She nods at me as her hands roam over her luscious mounds. She knows how to make me even wild, knows how to drive my appetite past hunger straight to dependence.
Her hands highlight the size of her breasts, her touch sinking deeper into her fullness. I move quicker, harder, with more urgency, my dick making slick noises in her inexperienced slit as I fuck her hard. The mattress groans. Neither of us cares. We couldn’t give a single fuck.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps, struggling to push the words out.
She does the sexiest thing I can imagine. She grabs my shoulders and pushes me sideways. I fall onto my back, and then she climbs on top of me. She purses her lips. For a moment, it’s like she’ll let nervousness win. But then she presses her hand on the hard muscles of my chest and starts rocking her hips.
My balls swell, the release rushing up my thickness. My dick aches as she shifts back and forth, grinding her eager passage up and down my cock. I sink my hands into the plumpness of her ass, massaging, caressing, almost losing it.
When she finally gasps and collapses on me, her pulsing pussy telling me everything I need to know about whether she’s climaxing, it’s a relief. My balls feel like they can finally explode.
Hot seed rushes up my rod. She finds my lips as we reach our shared finish, not caring that she’s tasting her own release. The steamier, the closer, the more intimate, the better.
I flip her over again, staring into her eyes as we both let out shaky breaths of belonging as I pulse one final time.
I almost say I love you . She opens her mouth to say something, but she holds it back. Somehow, I know it was going to be the same thing. Don’t ask me how I know. It’s like her eyes are texting it directly into my soul. But then she turns away.
She can’t face it. There are still obstacles.
Her dad. My actions tonight might get me caught or, worse, killed.
I lie down and pull her into my arms, stroking my hand through her hair, savoring the warmth of her cheek against my chest. Tomorrow will bring complications. Life will never be straightforward for an uncle and his niece or a mafia man and his Snapshot.
Just because something is difficult, it doesn’t mean we’ll quit.
I try to make myself say it. It’s the truth. I can’t fight this natural feeling.
I love her. I think I fell for her the second I saw her standing in the street, gazing up in awe at the skyscrapers with a gorgeously curious look on her face.
Maybe she can sense something. She murmurs, “That was so perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment, could it? Nothing.”
I wonder if she’s giving me a message. Don’t ruin it with promises you can’t keep . Love means a future, and we can’t guarantee that.