36. Nico
Nico
36
“Why are you smiling so much?” I ask Christina, catching her by the wrist, pulling her around to face me at the breakfast table. She’s in a really good mood this morning.
“Julia finally responded,” she says, smiling brightly.
“That’s good right?” I place a soft kiss on top of her forehead. I like it when she smiles. I wish she would do it more.
“Yes. I’ve missed her,” she adds, softly.
“I know,” I say, wrapping my arms around her back and squeezing her tight.
“Sometimes it’s hard to reconcile my life before you two, but I can’t lose that part of me either,” she amends.
Now it’s my turn to smile. “You’re too sweet for this world.”
I pull her into our room and she giggles, following me willingly. It’s true. Christina is far too sweet to live in our world. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her here.
Forever.
I yank her closer.
“What are you doing?” She laughs.
“Showing you how sweet I think you are, maybe even tasting how sweet you are….”
I inch my way between her thighs and brush over her center through her leggings, intentionally missing the place she is usually so desperate for me to touch.
She moans, arching her back. My angel is so eager.
“Mm. Nico, please,” she pants.
I stroke the inside of her thigh, intentionally missing the mark over and over again. Her eyes flutter closed in frustration and her body starts to tremble with need.
“Nico.”
Her hips buck again, seeking the friction I have so far denied. Her chest heaves as my fingers dig into the band around her waist.
“I need you. Now.”
I love the sound of my name on her lips. I love the desperation in her voice. The breathy little moans that escape her as she tries to regain some semblance of control. The way she reacts to me? Her responsiveness.
Fuck.
I love every goddamn thing about her.
“Show me what belongs to me,” I growl, stepping back to give her just enough room to move.
She squirms, her fingers fumbling with her clothing as she tries to take it off.
My cock is rock hard, and I drop my shorts, taking myself in hand as she strips in front of me.
“Go lay on the bed and let me see you,” I command.
She scurries to do as I ask, draping herself on the bed and spreading her legs, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy.
She’s already glistening, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Christina is always beautiful, but lately – it’s almost like she’s glowing. She’s softer somehow.
I love it. I need more of it and patience has never been my strong suit.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Angel?” I ask, prowling over towards her. “Show me, right now.”
She immediately reaches down and rubs her little clit, with a breathless moan.
A low growl rumbles from my throat and I reach over and slap her hand away. Whatever patience I have built up is gone as her tiny fingers trail over her clit. Mine.
“I said show me, Angel – not touch. That pussy belongs to me, remember? Enzo and I own it, just like we own you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, moving her hands to her side.
“Good girl.”
I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed and then spread her legs wide.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I mutter, before I drop to my knees and swipe my tongue over her folds.
She tastes even sweeter than normal, and I want to savor her as she moans and bucks against me.
I can’t get enough. I ease a finger inside of her tight, wet pussy and find her soaked.
All of this because of me.
I rub my face against her, tightening my hold around her soft, thick thighs.
“Oh, Angel,” I say, smirking. “You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”
Her legs open even wider.
“So eager,” I croon. “My bad, bad girl. You know, I think you’re right. You shouldn’t change your name. Not yet.”
She’s trembling and I love it. “You should wait until it’s me giving it to you.”
She moans, I don’t know whether it’s from my tongue or my words.
Every instinct in me goes rigid. The caveman in me demands me to mark her right in this moment.
“Oh, what do we have here?” Enzo asks, walking into the bedroom.
Enzo pulls off his shirt and kicks off his shoes. He walks over to the bed, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
“Princess,” he says, lowering his head to take one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth. She gasps in pleasure and writhes on the bed.
“Please,” she begs, again. “I need you both.”
It’s her plea that does it, and she knows it, I can see it in her eyes, the way they light up with mischief and raw need. She knows exactly what she does to me. To us.
I get up, letting Enzo hold her still while I grab the hank of red silk rope from the drawer next to the bedside. Enzo makes her moan again, his fingers roaming over her body, while I stalk closer.
“Eyes on me.”
Her eyes fly to mine and she bites that delectable bottom lip of hers and I’m gone. I throw the rope to Enzo who catches it with one hand while I stroke myself and watch him carefully restrain her with her arms behind her back.
“You’re at our mercy, Angel,” I croon, pumping my hand slowly.
She moans with pleasure, whimpering when Enzo tightens the ropes. Each little noise that she makes sends a jolt of lust through my cock.
“Drape her over the bed, face hanging off the edge, ass up,” I tell Enzo. He grins and carefully moves her to the right position.
She winces slightly in discomfort but soon adjusts. I move to stand directly in front of her. With her arms bound, she’s leaning too far down over the bed for what I want.
Her tongue snakes out of her mouth, licking those plump red lips, and I groan.
I need her mouth on me.
“Pillow,” I snap. Enzo launches a pillow at my head with a laugh and I catch it, positioning it under her chest to elevate her just enough…
“Open, Angel,” I command her, my hand tangled in her hair already.
She licks her lips and immediately does as she’s told. So obedient.
This angle is hard for her, she opens her mouth but not wide enough.
“I know you can open up bigger than that, Angel. Come on,” I say, tapping her face with the head of my cock. “I need to feel your lips around me.”
She sticks her tongue out, licking her lips before opening as wide as she can. Perfect.
“Show me how much you love sucking my cock, Angel,” I growl, shoving into her mouth until she chokes.
Her tongue swirls around my shaft and she starts to bob her head. I grab her chin, moving my hips slowly.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her, “You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock down your throat.”
Enzo tugs her by the restraints and nudges her knees apart. She gags on my cock but balances on her knees and the pillow.
“You’re our princess, Christina. You know we love you, don’t you, baby girl?” Enzo asks, positioning himself at her entrance.
She can’t speak but she manages to nod.
“Good girl. Hold on because I’m gonna fuck you like you’re our dirty little slut.”
I slow my hips, allowing Enzo to enter her before picking up speed. She’s pinned between our bodies, her hands tied tightly behind her back.
I twist my fingers in her hair, tugging on her scalp. “You like that, don’t you baby?”
She moans around my cock, making my balls tighten already.
“Such a dirty girl.” I thrust harder. “Taking us both at once. This is what you needed, isn’t it?
You crave us using you like this.”
She rocks her hips against Enzo and he hisses with pleasure, pounding harder into her body.
His movements send her forward and make her choke on my hard length. Saliva drips from her mouth and her eyes are watering as she struggles to take us.
“So fucking hot, princess,” Enzo pants, bringing his hand down on her ass in a sharp slap.
“Our pretty little fucktoy.”
She moans, pushing herself back into him and arching her back.
I reach around to grab her breasts, circling her nipple with one hand while I use the back of her head for leverage with the other.
I make eye contact with Enzo and we both move at the same time, making her whole body shudder with the force of our thrusts.
“You belong to us, Christina,” I snarl, gripping her hair in my fist. “You are ours.”
Her wide, tear-filled eyes meet mine and I see the acceptance and love that I crave shining back at me.
“Tell us,” I order, withdrawing from her suddenly.
She coughs and chokes on her spit but she doesn’t break eye contact.
“I belong to both of you,” she says hoarsely. “Forever.”
“Goddamn right!” Enzo declares, slapping her ass again.
I grip her chin and stare down at her.
“I’m never going to let you go, Angel. I couldn’t bear a life without you in it.”
Her eyes well up even more and her lip trembles.
“You’ll never have to worry about that,” she promises
I lean down and press a fierce kiss to her lips before stepping back and repositioning myself.
She opens automatically, welcoming me back to use her mouth.
The three of us are locked in together, chasing our pleasure. I’m getting close and I know she is too.
“Come for us, beautiful,” I grunt, my hips stuttering as I fill her mouth.
She has no choice but to swallow every last drop that I give her because I refuse to pull out.
Enzo rides her hard until her whole body shakes. They come together – an explosion of pleasure that rocks the bed.
I reach over and untie the knots, freeing her arms as she collapses on the pillow. Enzo withdraws and rolls off the bed to fetch a towel.
Together, we clean her up – our beautiful Christina. Once she’s clean, we all collapse next to each other – her perfect little body sandwiched between us.
I lean in to kiss her and her teeth catch the bottom of my lip, tugging me back as Enzo slides in against her back, kissing her neck.
“What do you think about today being the day we start the next chapter of our lives? The chapter where we’re together forever and everyone knows it?” I ask her.
Her brows raise together, knitted in the center.
I kiss a tiny wrinkle away.
“I don’t think—”
“We want you, Christina. Let us show the entire fucking world that you’re our Queen.” I look to Enzo for confirmation, and he nods. “Starting at family dinner this week.”
Her cheeks are stained pink and she looks nervous but, she finally nods and leans over to press a sweet kiss to my cheek.
“Okay. But you two have to do the talking with Albert. I’m scared of what he might say.”
My stomach grumbles, but I reach over to frame her cheeks with my hands.
“No one, not even Albert, is going to say a single negative thing to you. If they do, they will deal with me.” I vow.
“And me, Princess.” Enzo adds.
She sighs but nods. “Okay. But what exactly are we going to tell people? It’s not like I can marry you both. That’s illegal. And I can’t choose between you.”
“I don’t give a damn what people think.”
She looks so sad; it softens me and I kiss her forehead.
“Princess, it doesn’t matter whose name you choose on paper for the government to be happy. You will be ours. You will wear our rings. And you will have our name,” Enzo says softly, bringing her hand up to his lips for a sweet kiss.
I love them. I love them both so deeply and so fiercely that I would do anything for them. For us.
I feel the emotion that I see in Enzo’s eyes.
“B-but if we have children,” she says, her face still panicked.
“Then we will raise them as ours,” I answer.
“Because they will all be ours,” Enzo agrees.
“Hell,” I laugh, thinking it through. “The entire Venitti family is ours when you think about it.
So it makes what we’re doing a whole lot less weird.”
That gets her laughing, and when she starts, she can’t stop. Her beautiful voice a lilt in the darkness that surrounds us.
What would we do without her?
I pray I never have to know.