12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Sasha
N ico storms into our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
I come out of the walk-in closet where I changed into a silk nightgown.
Seeing the slightly crazed look in his eyes makes me wish I still had my full length dress on.
At least that would have offered me a tiny bit of protection from Nico.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“Did you tell Giovanni that we haven’t fucked yet?”
I blanche. “I… I didn’t mean to tell him. But he cornered me in the hallway and it accidently slipped out.”
“What do you mean he cornered you?” Nico slowly stalks towards me, his gaze making it impossible for me to move.
“Exactly how I said it. He was asking me questions I didn’t like. I felt uncomfortable.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“When? At the dinner party in front of him? I wanted to keep my head down for once. You want him as a business partner and I didn’t want to say anything to ruin that. So I stayed quiet. Did he say something?”
“He wants you.”
Nico’s simple blunt statement makes me rock back on my heels. “He what?”
“He wants you for one night. Only then will he agree to be partners with me.”
I stare at Nico warily. “And what did you say?”
“I said no of course. He doesn’t get to have what’s mine.” He grips my arms. “No other man does.”
Some of the tension leaves my body. “Ok.”
“Did you really think I’d let him have you? You think that of me?”
“No,” I murmur. “I just didn’t know…”
“I was going to come in here and spank you for telling Giovanni about our personal lives. But I see now that he forced you into saying it. You just saved yourself from a spanking.”
I swallow hard. “Nico.”
“But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you tonight.” He picks me up by the waist and throws me onto the bed.
I gasp when he drags my hips to the end of the bed and shoves my nightgown up.
“No panties?” he growls.
“I don’t like to sleep with underwear on.”
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses along my inner thighs, sending goosebumps up my skin. The memory of him doing this to me before sends a flare of arousal through me. I’m desperate for this even if I am still conflicted in how I feel for him.
“You are mine,” he says right before he plants his lips on my sensitive nub. I moan and open my legs wider. The sensation is too good to ignore. I can’t pretend I don’t like this.
Nico grips my thighs, holding onto me tight, while his tongue runs along my bud and folds. My hips arch up, seeking more friction, but he stays just out of reach, keeping me desperate.
“Nico,” I gasp out, clenching the bedsheets in my hands.
He moans himself as he runs his tongue along my most intimate area. I’ve never known pleasure this intense before Nico entered my life. It’s enough to make a person addicted. Enough to make a person fall in love.
“I love hearing you say my name.” His breath tickles my inner thighs. “I want you to scream my name for me.” He stands up and presses his palm against my vulva. My hips arch up even more. His fingers provide a lot more friction than his tongue does.
Nico stares me down as he runs his fingers over my clit. Rubbing and flicking and pressing it. My body has never felt more alive than in this moment.
“Oh!” I cry out when he presses that perfect spot right onto my nub.
“Scream my name,” he commands.
“No.” Even now, I still can’t help but deny him that. The need to challenge him is strong.
“My name, Sasha. I know you want to say it. You already said it.”
“I’m not going to say it again.” I try to keep bravado in my voice but it only comes out a breathless whisper. My hips are rocking against his hand while my hands clench the bedsheets. It’s all too much. Too much. Too…
I can feel my pleasure growing and growing.
“You are going to look me right in the eye,” he says, “as you come for me. And you’re going to moan my name.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he says in a more gentle tone. “Come for me, sweetheart. You can.”
The mixture of his intense touch with his sweet words is enough to make my release hit me.
And before I can stop myself, I utter the one word I didn’t want to say in a moment like this: “Nico.”
He smiles down at me, his finger working my body like a mechanic knowing exactly what he’s doing. I can’t stop my pleasure from washing over my body.
And I can’t deny that saying Nico’s name in a moment of pleasure is not as bad as I thought it would be.
I almost pout when he removes his hand from between my legs.
“I could make you mine right in this moment,” he says.
My breath hitches. Is he going to? A part of me wonders if I would stop him. A part of me wonders if I would welcome him in.
But then Nico shakes his head and steps back. “I’m too angry right now. I don’t want to fuck you when I’m angry.”
I close my legs and sit up. “Angry with me?”
“No. With that fucker Giovanni. For even saying he could have you for one night. He never wanted to be partners. He just wanted to mess with me.”
“Nico, does my uncle know you were trying to make a deal with Giovanni?”
“Why do you ask?”
I shrug. “Because you’re partners with Denis. I was wondering if he knew.”
“No. He doesn’t need to know everything I get up to here in Italy.
Your uncle is providing me with extra power in New York but he’s not the mafia.
He’s the Bratva. He can only do so much for me.
It’s why I wanted to make a deal with Giovanni.
He can help me grow even more power in Italy.
All around the world. But the fucker is stupid.
I’ll have to kill him for even asking if he can have you. ”
“Why didn’t you kill him tonight?”
“Because I was so thrown with his demand that I didn’t know what to do,” he admits. “But the next time I see him, I’ll kill him. I’m going to take a shower. I need to calm down after everything. Do you want to join me?”
The thought of showering with Nico sends shivers through me, which is why I can’t. If I let myself get too lost in him, I’ll be lost forever and I need to stay focused on my mission of saving my sisters.
“No. I’m tired.”
Nico doesn’t push it as he goes into the bathroom.
The moment he turns on the shower, I know I have to act.
Denis didn’t know about Nico trying to forge a new deal. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. I sneak downstairs to Nico’s office. He has to have extra phones on hand so no police can trace his calls.
Tonight was a wake up call. I felt relieved when Nico didn’t offer me to Giovanni. I felt excited when he gave me another orgasm. I felt like I could care for him.
All of that is a problem. I cannot care for Nico because if I do, I’ll never be able to save my sisters. They’ll be lost to Denis forever.
I open the top drawer of his desk and find a row of phones in a perfect order. Nico won’t be in a shower for long. I have a limited amount of time to do this.
With shaky hands, I pick up one of the phones and call Denis’s number. The only reason I know it is because Denis had it instilled in my mind. He said in case of emergencies, me and my sisters could always call him.
He answers after a few rings. “Hello?”
“It’s Sasha.”
“Sasha?”
“Yes. Your niece. The one married to Nico.”
“I know who you are,” he snaps.
“Sorry. You just sounded confused.” I glance at the door. If Nico leaves the bathroom and doesn’t find me in the bedroom, he’ll come looking for me. “I have to tell you something. Nico is trying to screw you over.”
“What? What the fuck are you talking about? Nico and I are partners.”
“Maybe in New York but not in Italy. We’re in Rome for our honeymoon. He’s trying to make a deal with Giovanni Ricci. And you’re not included in that.”
“What?!”
The rage in his voice makes me smile. “So if you want to stop that from happening, then you need to get to Rome now. You need to stop him.”
And this way, Denis will be away from my sisters, meaning he can’t hurt them for the time being.
“I can’t just leave New York,” he mutters.
“You can if you want to stop Nico from entering into a new business deal that you’re not a part of. What’s it going to be, uncle?”
Denis is quiet for a long moment before he huffs. “Fine. I’ll be there. Give me the address.”
I don’t hesitate to do so. Nico is going to be angry when he finds out but as long as Denis is away from my sisters, then maybe they have a chance to escape.
The moment I hang up, I go to call Natalya to let her know so that way she and Mikhail can try to get Irina and Ana out.
But then I hear Nico’s footsteps on the other side of the door and I have no choice but to shove the phone back into the drawer and drop to my knees. I can see the door open from where I’m hiding but I can’t see anything else.
I hold my breath. If Nico finds me in here, he’ll know I’m up to no good. I was spared a spanking tonight but that could all change if he spots me.
I clamp my hand over my mouth to silence my breathing.
Just go, just go, just go , I think to myself.
After a moment, the door closes and I hear Nico walk away.
I ease myself off the floor and crack open the door. Nico is turning the corner towards the living room. With a burst of energy, I run down the hallway on my tiptoes and reach the kitchen. I grab the bread on the counter and open the refrigerator right before Nico enters the kitchen.
“There you are,” he says.
“Sorry. I was hungry.”
“After our dinner?”
“I didn’t eat much after Giovanni cornered me. I still felt a little hungry.”
“Fair enough. But you’re going to eat that whole sandwich right before me.”
I try to make my face look as innocent as I can. “You don’t believe me when I say I’m hungry?”
“I know that you can be a bit sneaky. I noticed my office light on. I know I turned it off before I came up to our room.”
My hands still on the counter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He presses his body against my back, holding me prisoner against the counter. All the hard lines and edges of his body are prominent. I find myself leaning back against him.