Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Nicolò
I’m sitting in the penthouse, discussing the latest Russian hit with Cristiano and Augie, but my mind and body are someplace else.
My fingers are aching, my palms are spasming, my mouth is fucking burning. My body is craving Bambalina—her skin, her warmth, her softness. I can’t get her out of my head.
It’s been like this for the last twenty-four hours and the intensity of my need for her isn’t abating.
Mom was home when we brought the groceries inside, and I had to sit through dinner making small talk with her and Tony while my dick strained to converse with Lina. And not with words.
I hovered about downstairs until Mom and Tony retired for the night, then I beckoned Lina onto my lap.
We made out for three hours straight, her hair falling over my face, and I teased her to three orgasms in that time.
I couldn’t put her down, and when I did she simply crawled back on top of me, like a needy, sexy kitten.
My chest blooms at the memory, the fierceness of it knocking me off balance.
I had no idea I could carry this level of need for another person.
My heart beats harder when her skin touches mine, my dick swells when she so much as moves.
My breath catches when she murmurs my name.
My center of gravity wavers when she leaves the room.
I must have been holding onto so much, keeping these cravings and desires locked away, hidden even to myself. The second I let myself go with her, another version of myself emerged. And it’s one that would end wars to keep her safe.
“What do you think, Nicolò?” Augie asks.
I try to shake off thoughts of Lina. “Um, sorry, what was that?”
“The automat in Queens. Think we should get a different soldier on it?”
“Yeah. Yes. Good idea.”
Cristiano leans on his forearms. “Is everything okay? You seem to have a lot on your mind.”
“No, I’m good,” I say, a little too hastily. “Just… still catching up on sleep, but otherwise fine. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
Thankfully, it’s a short meeting and I’m not needed in any of the boroughs this evening, so I head straight home, for once looking forward to being inside Tony Castellano’s house.
But, when I walk through the front door at just past midnight, ready to find my girl waiting up for me, I’m met in the hallway by wide eyes, pinned lips and a short jerk of the head.
“What is it?” I mouth, stepping silently up to her.
She stands on tiptoes and her breath caresses my ear. “Aunt Allegra is sleeping on the sofa.”
I draw back with a petulant scowl. I’ve been counting the hours until I can get my hands on my girl again and now I’m hearing we don’t have the floor to ourselves? The harsh reality of conducting a relationship in the shadows is finally dawning. “Why?”
“She’s sprained her ankle. Can’t get up the stairs next door. She’ll be sleeping here for a few nights.”
I stand back and push my hands through my hair with a low growl. When I lower my arms, she reaches up and takes hold of my face. She’s as incapable of going without her mouth on mine as I am.
I close the gap and drown in her kiss. One hand finds her nape and slides up through her fallen hair, clutching her lips to mine.
My other hand roams over her shoulder blades and down her spine, pushing through the delicate waistband of her pajamas to the round, beautiful ass beneath.
She’s so tiny I can reach her pussy from behind and she bucks into me, her moan going straight down my throat.
She’s wet. So fucking wet.
I will never get over how much this turns her on. My horny little devil.
I draw my lips back a fraction so I can whisper into her mouth.
“I’m going to make you come right here, little fawn. Are you ready?”
Her eyelids pop wide, dancing with dirtiness, and she nods eagerly.
I bend over her shoulder, pressing kisses to the back of her neck, and run my fingers between her ass cheeks and parted thighs to her pretty little nub. She presses her mouth to the top of my shoulder and I feel a soft graze of teeth through the cotton.
In a crazed beat, I rip my jacket and shirt off that shoulder and whisper in her ear. “Sink your teeth into me, baby. You won’t hurt me.”
Then I return my focus to her heat. I let out a deeply pleasured sigh when she does sink her teeth into me. It means she’s close already and I want to feel her come run over my fingers.
“God yes,” I moan quickly. “Draw blood for me when you come.”
Her teeth dig in, setting my nerves alight. The pain only tells me how good this feels to her. I want all the pain.
I push two fingers inside her, scissoring her in preparation for when she does eventually want to take me whole, then I return my fingers to her clit and the sensitive flesh all around it.
My fingers against her wet heat inspires a soft, suckling sound that makes my head spin. Then her legs stiffen and her teeth bite down on me. I muffle my own mouth against her skin and release a triumphant growl.
Her arousal glides over my fingers and she trembles as I stroke the climax out of her. It takes a minute or two for her body to relax, then I withdraw my fingers and step back. I want to see the flush in her cheeks and the blissful glisten in her eyes.
My heart stops when I see her standing with her bottom lip between her teeth, a look of pure guilt on her face. When her lip pops free, it’s covered in blood. I glance at my shoulder and realize with an overblown sense of pride, she’s bitten me good.
I need to wipe that guilt off her face though, so I lift come-covered fingers to my lips and hold her gaze while I suck them clean.
“Come to my room,” she whispers, ravenously.
I shake my head. “It’s too risky. Your father’s room is right across the hall. I don’t want to be a dead man just yet.”
She pouts while I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“The days will pass quickly,” I assure her. “Before you know it, we’ll have the living room to ourselves again.”
She lifts her head, a twisted smile breaking through her dejected features. “It’s a good thing we’re both nocturnal,” she says, folding her arms.
“My apartment will be ready soon,” I remind her. “Then we can do whatever we want, whenever we want. I’ll make sure my little fawn won’t be able to stand on those legs for a couple days straight.”
She blushes a deep beet color and falls into me, folded arms and all. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her on the crown of her head. After a few minutes like this I pry us apart, turn her to face the stairs and pat her on the bottom. “Go on up, baby. I’ll see you in the morning.”