Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Eleonora
If I had a gun right now, I would shoot Nico.
The smug look on Nico’s face makes me want to scream. I was right there, teetering on the edge, so close I could almost taste it. and he just… stopped.
My body is still throbbing, aching, desperate. I’m furious and so turned on it hurts. I want to drag him back between my thighs and make him finish what he started. I want him so badly I can barely think.
And the bastard knows it.
I huff, trying to sound unaffected. “Everyone has left.”
“Yes,” he says calmly.
I was too busy trying to come from his fingers inside me to realize we are now alone.
I swallow hard. “We should probably head back then.”
We both climb out of the pool, and I try to reach for my dress, his arm snakes around my waist and yanks me back against his chest.
“You look mad,” he murmurs against my ear.
I almost want to punch him. Of course, I’m mad. “Why would I be mad?”
“You tell me.” He turns me in his arms so I’m facing him. His hand comes up, gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I glare at him. “You’re seriously asking me that?”
His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “You look like you want to chop my head off.”
“If I had a knife, I probably would.”
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Someone’s mad.” He leans in closer, lips grazing my ear. “Is it because I didn’t let you come?”
I roll my eyes and try to pull away, but he holds me tighter.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he whispers.
“I never said that.”
“Your body does,” he says, sliding his hand back between my thighs. “And your face does.”
Before I can argue, he seals his mouth over mine.
The kiss is hungry, demanding, nothing like the careful one from last night. He devours me, tongue stroking deep, claiming every gasp and whimper I make.
I hate how easily my body melts for him. I’m still aching from being denied, still soaked and sensitive, and every brush of his tongue sends sparks straight to my core.
His hand pushes my panties aside again. His thick fingers slide into me again without warning. I moan into his mouth, hips jerking against his hand. He curls them perfectly, stroking that spot inside me while his thumb circles my swollen clit.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls against my lips. “So wet for me even when you’re angry.”
I can’t think. I can only feel his fingers pumping inside me, driving me higher and higher.
“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it, a broken whimper that betrays every ounce of control I thought I had left.
He nips my earlobe hard enough to sting, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. His voice drops into that dark, filthy register that always unravels me. “Please what? Say it properly, baby. Use your words like a big girl.”
I shake my head, stubborn even now, teeth sunk into my lower lip to trap the pleas trying to claw their way out. My hips keep rolling helplessly against his hand, chasing the maddening rhythm he’s deliberately slowing.
“I’ll stop.”
He stills his fingers almost completely, just resting them deep inside me, unmoving, not giving me the friction I need.
“I’ll pull out and leave you dripping and empty if you don’t beg nicely. You want to come?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word fracturing on a sob.
“Then beg for it.”
Desperation wins.
“Please—please make me come. I need it so badly, please—”
“Good girl.” The praise drips over me like warm honey, filthy and sweet at once. “That’s my greedy little slut. Listen to you begging for my fingers like you’ll die without them.”
He rewards me instantly, sliding a third thick finger into my soaked pussy, and stretching me wider, fucking me deeper with his fingers while his thumb presses firm circles on my clit.
I feel myself flutter and clench around the new intrusion, my walls trying to adjust to the way he’s opening me up so wide.
His mouth claims mine again, swallowing every moan as he works me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” he commands against my lips. “Let me feel how tight this pussy gets when you fall apart.”
The orgasm crashes into me so hard my vision whites out. I cry out, body convulsing around his fingers as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
A rush of wetness floods out of me, squirting around his hand and to the floor. I’ve never done that before. The shock of it only makes the pleasure almost overwhelming.
Nico keeps stroking me through it, murmuring filthy praise against my ear until I’m trembling and boneless in his arms.
When I finally come down, I’m breathing hard, clinging to his shoulders, cheeks burning with embarrassment and lingering pleasure.
He pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them to his mouth, tasting me while holding my gaze.
The sight of him licking his fingers clean, does something to me. My body feels like it’s floating, every nerve ending sparking with aftershocks.
I’ve read about squirting. I’ve heard about it. But I never imagined it could feel like that. Like my entire body broke apart and came back together.
I open my eyes, breathing hard, and find Nico staring at me with dark, hungry intensity.
“What… what just happened?” The words slip out before I can stop them.
A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. “I believe you just came, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, but…” My voice is shaky. “I’ve never… I’ve never experienced that before. That was… intense.”
He pauses, eyes narrowing with interest. “Experienced what? Squirting?”
I feel my face burn. I nod, suddenly shy. “Yes.”
Nico makes a low, rough sound in his throat, almost like a growl. “What kind of useless boys have you been with that they’ve never made you squirt?”
I bite my lower lip, looking away.
His voice drops even lower. “Wait, are you a virgin, Eleonora?”
I don’t answer.
“Sit,” he instructs, pointing at the lounge chair behind me. I do, and then he kneels in between my legs. I look at him, wondering what he's up to.
“Hmm,” he breathes, almost reverent. Then he leans in, lips brushing my ear as his hands slide down to my hips. “So this is the first time a man has ever fingered you properly… and I’m your first.”
He hooks his fingers into my soaked panties and slowly drags them down my legs. I lift my hips without thinking, letting him pull them off completely. The cool night air hits my bare pussy and I shiver.
Nico brings his face to the same level with my core. His eyes flick up to mine, dark and possessive.
“So no man has ever eaten this pretty pussy before?”
I shake my head, heart pounding.
He doesn’t say another word. He just leans in and drags his tongue slowly up my slit.
I moan loudly, head falling back. He licks me like he’s starving, long, slow strokes from my entrance to my clit, then circling the swollen bud before sucking it into his mouth.
My hips jerk against his face. I can’t stay quiet. Soft, shameless moans keep spilling from my lips as he devours me.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against me, the vibration making me whimper. “So sweet. So fucking wet for me.”
He pushes two thick fingers back inside me, curling them while his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit.
My thighs start to tremble. I can hear distant voices and laughter from the main club area, people walking nearby, completely unaware that Nico Lombardi is on his knees eating me out like I’m his last meal.
The risk only makes it hotter.
“Nico…” I moan, fingers threading into his wet hair, hips grinding against his mouth. “Anyone could walk in…”
“Then I’ll shoot them for seeing what’s mine,” he growls, sucking harder on my clit. His fingers thrust faster, curling, stroking that perfect spot inside me again and again.
“No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”
The pressure builds impossibly fast. My second orgasm crashes into me without warning. I cry out, thighs clamping around his head as I flood his mouth and chin.
He doesn’t stop. He laps at me greedily, drinking every drop, growling against my oversensitive flesh as I shake and whimper through the aftershocks.
When I finally start to come down, trembling and breathless, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips.
“Open.”
I obey without thinking. He slides them into my mouth, letting me taste myself on his skin, salty-sweet and earthy.
“Suck,” he orders softly.
I do, eyes locked on his, sucking his fingers clean while he watches me with pure, raw hunger.
He slips his fingers out of my mouth and brushes tendrils of the blonde wig away from my face.
As the last tremors fade from my body, reality immediately dawns on. What have I done?
I crossed a line I swore I wouldn’t. I let Nico Lombardi, the man who kidnapped me, the man holding me prisoner, make me come so hard I squirted all over. Twice.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Nico pulls back slowly. His expression changes in an instant, that raw hunger shutters away, replaced by the cold, controlled mask he usually wears.
He clears his throat. “We should get dressed,” he says, voice flat. “We need to head back.”
He helps me on my feet without another word. My legs are shaky, but I manage. I quickly pull on my dress, not even caring that it sticks to my wet skin.
He doesn’t look at me as we leave through the back entrance, avoiding the main club area.
The car ride home is silent.
He sits on the opposite side, staring out the window, jaw tight. The space between us feels like miles.
I keep replaying the way he touched me, the filthy things he whispered, how desperately I begged him not to stop… and now this cold silence.
Does he regret it?
The thought makes my stomach twist. Maybe he does. Maybe he’s already disgusted with himself for touching his prisoner like that.
When we finally arrive back at the estate, he doesn’t say a single word to me. He simply walks me to my bedroom, waits until I’m inside, then closes the door and locks it.
I stand in the middle of the room, still damp, body still humming from his touch… and I feel like a complete fool.
I let him have me like that. I opened for him. I moaned his name. I came so hard I saw stars. And now he’s treating me like I’m nothing again.
I press my forehead against the cool wood of the door, breathing shakily.
This can’t happen again.
I can’t let him cross that final line. If he fucks me… if I let him inside me… that will be the end. He’ll ruin me. Completely.
I need to get out of here.
I need to make sure my sisters are safe. I need to know Sienna is far away and happy.
I can’t keep letting Nico Lombardi pull me deeper into whatever this is. Because if I do… I’m terrified there won’t be anything left of me when it’s over.