Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Nico
I get home with this restless itch under my skin, the kind I haven’t felt since I was a fucking teenager.
All I want is to see her. To walk into our room, find her waiting, maybe curled up in my shirt again. Our room. The thought stops me for half a second on the stairs. It’s no longer just mine.
I push open the bedroom door and freeze.
The bed is empty. The lights are on, but the room feels too still. It’s past ten. She should be in here by now, maybe reading or pretending not to wait for me. A flicker of unease hits me.
I head downstairs, checking the kitchen first. Empty. The living room. Empty. My pulse kicks up. I pull out my phone and call her guard.
“Where is she?” I demand the second he answers.
“She was already in bed when I left my post, Boss. I checked on her before my shift ended.”
I hang up without another word. Anxiety coils tighter in my chest as I move through the house. Where the hell is she?
Then I hear the rhythmic thud of fists hitting leather coming from the gym.
I push the door open and find Eleonora in there, barefoot, in a pair of gym shorts and one of my old t-shirts, throwing punches at the heavy bag.
Her form is surprisingly decent. She’s putting real power behind each hit, sweat glistening on her skin, hair tied back messily. She doesn’t hear me come in.
I walk up behind her quietly and place my hands over hers on the bag, guiding her stance.
“Like this,” I murmur close to her ear. “Shift your weight. Better punch.”
She startles hard, breath catching, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she lets out a soft, breathy sound that goes straight to my cock.
“You're meant to focus and not relax.”
“How am I supposed to focus when you’re distracting me like this?” she mutters, but there’s no real bite in it.
I smirk against her ear. “So now you’re blaming me for not paying attention?”
She huffs but adjusts her stance like I showed her and throws another punch. It lands cleaner this time. I step back, watching her.
“Not bad,” I say. “Impressive, actually.”
She turns to face me, breathing a little harder, cheeks flushed. “My sisters and I learned from some of my father’s guards.”
I reach for her hands, gently removing her gloves and unwrapping the tape. My thumbs brush over her knuckles, checking for damage. Thankfully there isn't any. I don't like the thought of her getting injured even if it's from training.
I look at her, flushed, sweaty, and feel that pull again. The one that makes me want to keep her close.
She’s changing me.
She’s the first woman I’ve ever let in like this. The first one who’s seen the parts of me I’ve kept buried for years.
“How was your meeting?”
I step closer. “It’s all better now.”
Because she’s here.
I’ve never desired any woman the way I desire Eleonora. Morning, day, night, she’s constantly in my head. The past two days, ever since we finally opened up to each other, it’s like something unlocked between us.
I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone. Only Marco knows everything I told her about my family, about what her father did to us. And she told me things about her own life I doubt she’s shared with many people.
We both agreed her father is an asshole. A fool. A heartless bastard.
And somehow, that shared hatred, that shared pain, broke whatever bridge was still between us. She’s closer to me now. Not just physically. Something real has shifted.
I lean down and kiss her.
Her lips are soft, warm, and so fucking addictive. I could drown in her mouth and never come up for air. She moans softly, opening for me, her tongue meeting mine as her hands fist in my suit jacket, pulling me closer.
I deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair, the other gripping her ass through her gym shorts, squeezing the firm flesh and pressing her against my growing erection.
She whimpers into my mouth, grinding against me, her body responding so perfectly it drives me insane.
I kiss her until we're both panting for air. Her eyes are dark with lust, and without a word, she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, then pushes her shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them until she’s completely naked in front of me.
I take her in slowly, my gaze roaming over every inch of her body. I’ve seen her naked several times now, but every single time it hits me like the first.
She’s breathtaking, full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips, and those long legs I want wrapped around me every night.
I’ve been with many women, but none of them compare to her. None of them make me feel like this.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, voice rough with want.
She smiles shyly, but there’s heat in her eyes. She transmits the kind of calm feeling I don’t want to seek a cure for.
She touches a place inside me no one else has ever reached, a place I never gave anyone access to. Looking at her right now, flushed and sweaty from her workout, I realize she could bring me to my knees and she doesn’t even know it.
My eyes drift down her body, lingering on the soft patch of dark hair between her thighs, already glistening with her arousal. I drop to my knees in front of her.
I always knew she could bring me to my knees.
“I need a taste of you,” I murmur, voice rough.
She tries to push my head away gently, cheeks flushed deeper. “No… Nico, wait—”
I look up at her, brow raised. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, embarrassed. “I’m all sweaty. I’ve been working out.”
“So?” I still don't see the problem.
“I… I need to shower first before you can do that. I'm sweaty.”
A dark chuckle escapes me. “Even better.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “What?”
I don’t explain. I simply hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me. She gasps, hands flying to my hair for balance. I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her, salty, sweet, and pure fucking heaven.
“Fuck,” I groan against her pussy. “You taste so good like this.”
She whimpers, trying to close her thighs, but I hold her open. I don’t care that she’s sweaty. In fact, I fucking love it. This is all her, raw, real, unfiltered. No perfume, just Eleonora.
I devour her.
My tongue licks broad and slow at first, savoring every inch of her dripping folds.
Then I focus on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue while two fingers slide deep inside her.
She’s soaking, clenching around my fingers, her hips starting to rock against my face.
“Nico—” she moans, fingers tightening in my hair.
I groan in response, the sound vibrating against her clit. I eat her like a man starved, licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue and fingers in a filthy rhythm.
Her juices coat my chin, and I lap up every drop like I can’t get enough. I could do this for hours. Days. Until my tongue goes numb and I still wouldn’t stop.
She’s crying out now, shameless and loud, hips grinding desperately against my mouth. I curl my fingers harder, sucking her clit in rhythm until her thighs start to shake violently around my head.
“Nico—I’m—I’m going to—”
She comes with a broken scream, her pussy gushing. I don’t stop. I keep licking her through it, drinking every drop, sucking gently on her oversensitive clit until she’s shaking and whimpering, tugging at my hair like she can’t decide if she wants me to stop or never stop.
When I finally pull back and rise to my feet, my face is soaked with her. I look up at her, lips glistening, and smirk.
“You taste even better when you’re sweaty, baby,” I murmur against her neck.
She’s still breathing hard, eyes glazed, but there’s a shy, aroused smile on her lips.
Eleonora
My whole body feels like it’s been doused in gasoline and set on fire.
I just came moments ago, but Nico’s hands and mouth are relentless. He’s kissing my shoulders, my neck, my spine, murmuring filthy, sweet things against my skin that make my knees weak.
Each brush of his lips, each graze of his teeth, sends sparks racing through me. I’m already close again, aching and empty, my pussy throbbing with need.
“You’re still fully clothed,” I manage to gasp. “I want to see you.”
I reach back, tugging at his jacket. He lets me push it off his shoulders, then helps me undo the buttons of his shirt. My hands are shaky with desperation as I slide it off, revealing the hard, tattooed expanse of his chest and abs.
I reach for his belt, but he catches my wrist. “Not yet,” he growls softly.
He turns me so my back is to his front, facing the mirrored wall of the gym.
I watch us through the mirror as his lips find the back of my neck, kissing and sucking, while his hands roam over my body caressing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, sliding down my stomach until one hand dips between my legs.
“You have such beautiful skin,” he whispers against my spine, voice rough. “So soft… so fucking perfect.”
I moan, rocking back against him, feeling his hard cock pressed against my ass through his pants. I’m shameless now, grinding against him, desperate for friction.
“Please,” I beg, voice breaking. “I need you.”
He chuckles darkly against my skin, the sound vibrating through me. “Very soon, baby.”
Then his fingers slide between my folds, two thick digits pushing inside me without warning. I gasp sharply, head falling back against his shoulder. The stretch is perfect, the sudden fullness making my eyes roll back.
“Look,” he commands, gripping my chin and forcing my head forward. “Open your eyes.”
I do.
The mirror in front of us shows everything. Me, naked and flushed, pressed against his clothed body, his hand working between my thighs.
It’s obscene. Erotic. Like watching a live performance of my own ruin. My legs almost buckle, but his arm around my waist holds me up.
He fingers me harder, curling those digits deep inside me while his thumb circles my clit. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my soaked pussy fill the gym, mixing with my shameless moans.