Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Nico
I knew I shouldn’t have brought her here.
This is far riskier than taking her to my own club. Here, every dangerous player in our world is present. Her father, Gallo, and too many others who would love to use her against me. And yet I still did it. Because I couldn't bring myself to say no to her.
Yeah, I'm whipped.
Ever since we arrived, I've been planning the murders of men who have been staring at her all night.
One bastard in particular was practically undressing her with his gaze as she walked toward the powder room. If Nikolai wasn’t standing right beside me talking business, I would’ve already crossed the room and strangled him with his own tie.
Nikolai gets pulled away by another guest, and for the third time tonight, Marco leans in. “You sure this was a good idea?”
I don’t look at him. “We’re already here. Stop.”
“We can't afford for anything to go wrong, Nico,” he mutters. “We’re too close to breaking the alliance. Don’t ruin it over her.”
“I won’t,” I reply coldly. “Now go find someone else to whine at.”
He sighs but walks off. Nikolai returns but I don’t follow the conversation. My eyes are fixed on Eleonora as she disappears into the powder room.
I can’t stay away. I excuse myself and signal my men to stay back and head after her. The moment I reach the door, I stop short when I hear her voice.
She’s talking to someone.
I press my ear to the door, listening. It’s her sister. Camilla.
Not only is she talking to her, she’s telling her everything. What the fuck is she doing?
She promised me she wouldn’t make contact. Barely one hour in, and she’s already broken it.
Fury surges through me… but it’s tangled with something warmer. I heard what she said about me. The way she told her sister I wasn’t hurting her. That she didn't want to ruin my plans.
She defended me.
I step back into the shadows just as Camilla exits the powder room, wiping her eyes quickly. She doesn’t see me.
I wait a few seconds, then push the door open and step inside.
Eleonora is standing there, mask still on, visibly shaken. She spins around when she hears me.
“I was just finishing up,” she says quickly. “Don’t tell me you got worried I’d make a run for it.”
“Nah, I’m not worried about you running.”
I glance back at the door I just came through. “Wasn’t that your sister who just left?”
Her eyes widen with shock. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
She tries again. “Nico…”
“Don’t,” I say coldly. “Don’t lie to me. That was stupid, Eleonora. Really fucking stupid. What did you think you were doing?”
She swallows hard, panic flashing across her face. “It was just us. Camilla won’t say anything. I swear.”
“You promised you weren’t going to make contact,” I say, stepping closer. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
Her back hits the marble countertop as I crowd her. Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I just… I had to speak to her. I needed to know she was okay. I couldn’t help it.”
I lean in, bracing one hand on the counter beside her hip, caging her in. “You promised me you wouldn’t talk to her. You looked me in the eye and lied.”
“I’m sorry,” she repeats, softer this time. “She won't say anything, I promise.”
“You sure about that? Because she could be talking to your father right now and telling him I don't have Sienna and that you're here.”
She shakes her head frantically. “Camilla wouldn't do that, she knows it will put Sienna at risk. I know I broke my promise to you, I just couldn't stay away. I needed to make sure she's okay. She's not going to tell anyone. I'm so sorry.”
I tilt my head, studying her. “You lied to me Eleonora, and liars get punished.”
Her breath catches. “Are you… going to punish me?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. Without another word, I grab her hips and spin her around so she’s facing the mirror. Her hands brace against the countertop as I press up behind her.
I yank the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing the thin black thong she’s wearing underneath. Her perfect ass is on full display, and the sight makes my cock twitch.
I bring my hand down hard. The sharp smack echoes in the marble bathroom. She gasps, body jolting forward.
I don’t give her time to recover. I spank her again, harder this time.
“You broke your promise,” I growl, voice low and dark as I deliver another firm slap. “You put everything at risk tonight.”
She whimpers, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pushes back against my hand, silently begging for more.
I lean over her, lips brushing her ear as I squeeze the warm, stinging flesh of her ass.
“Bad girls get punished,” I murmur. “And you’ve been very, very bad tonight, haven’t you?”
“Yes…”
She lets out another gasp of shock when my palm connects with her ass again, but it quickly melts into a needy moan as I keep going.
I watch, transfixed, as her perfect round ass turns a deeper shade of pink under my hand, then red. My fingerprints bloom across her skin.
The sight does something vicious to me. Possessive. Primal. I want to mark her everywhere.
I hook my fingers into the thin strap of her thong and yank it roughly to the side. She’s soaked.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur darkly, sliding two fingers through her folds. “You’re fucking drenched. Getting spanked turns you on, huh?”
She whimpers, pushing her ass back against my hand shamelessly. “Yes… please…”
I groan and push two fingers deep inside her without warning. She’s so tight, clenching around me. I curl them, stroking that spot that makes her tremble, while my other hand wraps around her throat from behind, forcing her to look at us in the mirror.
Her mouth is open, lips parted in a perfect little ‘O’, eyes glassy with lust. She moans my name like a prayer, hips rolling desperately against my fingers.
“The door—” she gasps. “Anyone could come in—”
“I locked it,” I growl against her ear, biting down on her lobe. “Now stop worrying about who might see and come for me like a good girl.”
I thrust my fingers faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. Her moans grow louder, shameless, echoing off the marble walls. I watch her face in the mirror, the way her eyes flutter, the way her lips tremble, and feel her pussy start to flutter around my fingers.
She shatters with a broken cry of my name, soaking my hand, her walls pulsing violently around my fingers. I keep stroking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s shaking and whimpering.
Only then do I slowly pull my fingers out of her. She slumps forward, gripping the countertop for support, breathing hard.
I lean over her, lips brushing her ear.
“Spread those pretty legs and hold onto the counter, baby,” I murmur. “Brace yourself, because you're going to remember this every time you try to sit tomorrow.”
I unzip my pants, free my cock, hard and aching. Without another warning, I line myself up and thrust deep inside her in one stroke.
“Nico…” Eleonora cries out loudly.
Her pussy clenches around me, hot and impossibly tight. I groan at the feeling, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I bottom out.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “So goddamn tight.”
I don’t give her time to adjust. I start fucking her hard from behind, deep, punishing strokes that make her ass jiggle with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin fills the bathroom. I wrap one hand around her throat, forcing her to look at us in the mirror.
“Eyes on me,” I growl. “Watch how I fuck you.”
She moans loudly, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust as she stares at our reflection. Her breasts bounce in her dress with every hard thrust, nipples tight and begging. I keep my grip on her throat, just tight enough for her to feel owned, while my other hand slides down to rub her swollen clit.
“Nico… oh God…” she whimpers, pushing back against me desperately.
I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her soaked pussy.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good little slut. This pussy belongs to me now.”
She cries out my name again, louder this time, her walls fluttering around me. I can feel her getting close. I rub her clit faster, slamming into her with brutal precision.
“Come for me,” I demand against her ear. “Come all over my cock like the little liar you are.”
She shatters with a broken scream, her pussy clamping down on me as she comes hard. Her whole body trembles, thighs shaking, juices dripping down my balls onto the floor. I keep fucking her through it, chasing my own release.
With a deep groan, I bury myself to the hilt and come, spilling deep inside her in thick, hot pulses. I stay there for a moment, grinding against her ass, making sure every drop stays inside her.
When I finally pull out, I watch with dark satisfaction as my cum starts to leak down her thighs. I reach down and push some of it back inside her with my fingers.
“I need to clean up,” she faintly murmurs.
“Leave it,” I order, voice rough. “I want you dripping with me for the rest of the night. Every time you move, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “Caveman.”
I smack her ass hard and she gasps, jolting forward. I lean in, biting her earlobe.
“Call me that again and I’ll show you exactly how much of a caveman I can be.”
She presses her ass against my already hardening cock. I can't seem to get enough of her.
“I think you just did.”
“That was me going easy on you. Now stop doing that, before I show you exactly how rough I can be.”
I help her clean up just enough to look presentable, wiping the sweat from her skin, fixing her dress, and smoothing her hair. She turns and combs her fingers through my hair, rearranging it. The small, intimate gesture does something dangerous to my chest.
She puts her mask back on, and I do the same.
I take her hand, intertwining our fingers.
“Let’s go.”
We head back into the main ballroom, my hand firm on Eleonora’s lower back. The crowd has grown thicker, the music louder.
Suddenly, the music shifts into a slower, sensual piece and an unwelcome thought comes in my mind before I can stop it, so I take Eleonora’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor.
“Dance with me.”
I pull her close, one hand on her waist, the other holding hers as we begin to move. Our bodies press together, fitting perfectly. She feels like sin in that emerald dress, every curve brushing against me with each step.
“You’re mine tonight,” I murmur against her ear. “Let them all see it.”
I want to tell her I’d burn cities to the ground for her, start wars in her name, put kings on their knees if she asked me to. That there isn’t a man alive I wouldn’t bury if he touched her. But I keep my mouth shut.
We dance slowly, bodies locked, breaths mingling. Her fingers tighten on my shoulder. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric, the way she melts against me when I pull her even closer.
I look around the room, no one around us seems to notice us. They’re too busy dancing, drinking, and conversing.
When the song ends, Nikolai approaches again, wanting to continue our earlier conversation.