51. Isabella
51
ISABELLA
M y heart’s beating so fast it’s a miracle I haven’t had a heart attack yet. Enzo’s telling me about something or other, but I can’t seem to focus on his words when the fear of him finding out Nicco’s under my desk is so prominent in the air.
“What about you?” Enzo says, which pulls me out of my thoughts.
“What about me?” I ask, feigning ignorance. Maybe if I act super uninterested in this conversation, he’ll get bored of me and leave.
Enzo narrows his gaze on mine. “You’re being weird,” he says again.
“No, I’m not,” I defend, but before I’m able to answer Enzo’s question, I nearly jump in shock when a hand lands on my knee. I try to shake Nicco off and just when I think it’s no use, he finally relents, pulling his hand away from me.
Maybe shoving him under the desk was a bad idea.
“I’ve just been super busy with the bridal line. There’s quite a bit left to do, but Liana is delegating some important tasks to me so we’ll get it done in time for fashion week.”
I finally relax a smidge, but it’s quickly taken away when Nicco’s hand returns, this time landing on my inner thigh, causing me to yelp in surprise.
Yup, under the desk was definitely a terrible freaking idea.
“What the hell, Izzy?” Enzo says, and I snap my gaze to his.
“Oh my gosh,” I say, trying to give myself any extra time to pull some bullshit excuse for yelling out of my ass. “I just remembered,” I continue, pushing myself back from my desk.
I make eye contact with a smirking Nicco and give him a look back that says he’ll pay for this later, then stand and bring my attention back to my brother. “I completely forgot there’s an alteration I have to make to one of the designs before I get it sent back to our manufacturer in Milan. With the time difference, I should’ve already had the new design sent off to them so they can work on producing the sample for us tomorrow.”
I rush around the other side of the desk where Enzo sits gawking at me like I’m some crazy person, which in his defense, I’m acting like one right now. Between my frantic responses and random outburst, it’s amazing he’s not calling me out on my bullshit right here.
Grabbing him by his arm, I pull him to a stand. “I’m so sorry, Enzo. I would love to catch up, I just don’t have the time to right now. Maybe we can have dinner soon,” I say, walking him toward the door.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Izzy?” he says once we reach the door.
“I told you. I missed the deadline for the updated design.”
Enzo stands there, staring at me with narrowed eyes that tell me he doesn’t believe me.
“Please, Enzo. If I don’t get this sent off and make a dozen frantic phone calls to our manufacturer, begging them to get this in their production schedule tomorrow, Liana is going to be so pissed at me.”
He continues to stare at me like everything I’m saying is a lie—which it is—but I can’t afford for him to figure that out.
“Enzo, I really love working here with Liana, and I want my debut into the fashion world to be a huge success. I can’t do that if you’re here distracting me.”
Enzo’s eyes soften at that, and a flurry of guilt trickles through me.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to distract you, I just wanted to see my baby sis in her element.”
I extend my arms out to my side and say, “Well, this is it,” and he gives me a toothy grin.
“I’m proud of you, Izzy. The fact that you found something so worthwhile for you in life is something Teo and I could only ever dream of for you.”
I give him a small smile. “Thanks, Enzo. I know. You and Teo will always and forever be my biggest supporters.” I hold my arms out to him. “Okay, now give me a hug so I can get back to work.”
After Enzo and I say our goodbyes, I shut the door, this time locking it, and walk back to my desk where Nicco is already coming out from underneath.
“Nicco,” I hiss out, but he has the biggest smile on his face that melts me, making me forget why I was just so mad at him.
“Oh, come on, baby. I wasn’t even able to get to the good stuff before you kicked your brother out.”
“ The good stuff? What exactly did you have planned under there?”
Placing a hand on the desk on each side of me, Nicco cages me in and chuckles. The sexy noise vibrates through me, settling into the pit of my stomach, causing a rush of excitement. “I’d rather show you than tell you,” he says.
“Oh, yeah?” I shake my head and let out a giggle. “You’re going to get me in trouble one of these days.”
Leaning in, he says, “Only the best kind of trouble.”
With a challenging gaze, I say, “Show me, then.”
Grabbing the hem of my skirt, he lifts it up over my ass before placing me onto the desk. He parts my legs, opening me up to him.
“I’m going to make you pay for what you did, Nicco, but first, I need you to make me come.”
He chuckles and drops his hand to my pussy, running his finger along the lace fabric of my underwear that covers it. “You should probably get rid of all the tights you own unless you want them all ruined. I expect to have only easy access to you moving forward.”
He drags his finger over my panties again and grunts, “Look at you, Isabella. You’re already so fucking soaked for me.”
“Yes, Nicco,” I pant out, and the subtle feeling of his fingers moving against me sends a tingling sensation over my body. “Please, I need a release. I need you.”
He lifts my chin with his other hand and kisses me. It’s so passionate that I immediately get lost in his soft lips.
Pulling away, he slides his hands up my outer thighs until he reaches my hips and places a firm hold on them. He yanks me toward him before sinking down to the floor, and I nearly moan at the sight of him kneeling in front of me.
Nicco pulls my chair over to us and props one of my legs on it while spreading the other with his hand, opening me up to him.
He hooks his finger under the fabric of my underwear and pulls it aside. “If only you could see your pussy now, Isabella. So delectable and so fucking pretty. Already dripping for me, and I’ve barely even touched it yet.”
Leaning forward, he slides his finger over my slit, and I let out a long, languid moan. “Oh yes, Nicco. Please, I need more of that.”
Nicco does it again, finding my clit immediately, and applies the most perfect amount of pressure that has me squirming on the desk.
“Don’t move,” Nicco commands, causing me to stop. “If you do, I won’t give you what you want, Isabella.”
I release a needy, depraved cry. “I won’t. Please just let me feel you again.”
Nicco lets out a humorous grunt and obliges, but he replaces his finger with his tongue, and it takes everything in me not to grind my hips off the desk into his face.
He slides his tongue up and down my slit before finding my opening and pushing inside. I snap my gaze down to Nicco, who’s already staring up at me with a smirk, knowing the exact effect he has on me. Letting my head fall back, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squirming off the desk.
Nicco pulls away from me, and I cry out in disappointment, needing to feel his mouth on me again. “Eyes on me,” he says. “I want to see just how good I make you feel.”
“ Holy crap, Nicco. You’re killing me,” I say, drawing my head upright once more.
He brings his mouth back to my clit and chuckles, the vibration feeling so damn good on my sensitive spot. He starts his heated assault on my pussy once more, and I grip the edge of the desk, trying my hardest not to move around while the buildup amplifies in my core.
“Just how much more are you able to take, my sweet Isabella,” Nicco mumbles against me.
“Not much,” I pant out, my grip tightening harder on the desk.
“We’ll see about that,” he mumbles before running his finger down my slick heat, and just when I think he’s going to thrust it inside of me, he continues drawing a line to my ass, and that finally does me in.
I thrust my hips up, lifting my butt off the table, no longer able to contain myself with the sensitivity of his finger on my puckered hole.
Nicco pulls away again and says, “Nuh-uh-uh. What did I say, Isabella?”
“You know this isn’t fair,” I whine. “You know all of my spots. You’re playing dirty.”
Nicco laughs. “I seem to remember you like it when I play dirty.”
“Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
“Anything?” he repeats.
“Anything.”
And with that, Nicco takes his finger and slides it into my pussy and lowers his mouth to my clit, sucking on it.
My orgasm returns like it never disappeared, and I grind into Nicco’s face, meeting each thrust of his finger.
“Mmm, I’ll never get sick of how good you taste, Isabella.”
His words send an electric shock to my core, and I know I’m about to come.
Nicco adds another finger inside me, and that mixed with the suction on my clit has me moaning for more. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he hooks his fingers, hitting my innermost sensitive spot, causing me to cry out his name as an explosion erupts so deep inside me I can’t even think straight. All I can do is feel .
Nicco helps me ride out my orgasm before finally stopping once I’ve come down from the high.
“That’s a look I’ll never get sick of,” he says, removing his fingers from me.
“You ready for me to return the favor?” I ask, my mouth already watering from the need to have his cock inside of it.
Hopping off the desk, I pull my skirt down while Nicco rises from the floor. My hands are immediately on him, about to rip his belt off when the sound of a door opening has me whipping my gaze over my shoulder.
When my eyes make contact with the intruder, my heart falls to the deepest depths of my soul.
“Well, well, well. What the fuck do we have going on here?” The strong timbre of Enzo’s voice echoes through the room.
I push Nicco away from me, then feel bad when I see the hurt look in his eyes at my reaction, but the fear from the fact we were caught by my brother overpowers that emotion, burying it away for now.
I turn around to the steely dark eyes of Enzo, whose slow prowl is so predatory it looks like he’s walking in slow motion while he’s locked in on Nicco.
“Enzo,” I say, trying to gauge what kind of reaction he’s going to have to finding Nicco in here with our hands all over each other.
“I’ll ask you one more time,” Enzo says, his tone unwavering and his gaze still set on Nicco even though I know he’s speaking to me. “What the fuck is going on in here?”
I’ve never seen Enzo like this before. I’m used to the fun, happy-go-lucky Enzo. But this… this is the family-business Enzo I’m seeing, and I’m finally understanding why he and my brother work so well together when running our family.
There’s a side to Teo and Enzo they keep away from me. I’m fully aware of what they’re capable of doing, but they’ve never had to act that way in front of me before.
“Enzo, please,” I say, stepping in front of Nicco. “Just calm down. We can talk about this like civilized adults.”
“Civilized adults, Isabella?” I cringe at his use of my full name. While I love hearing it from Nicco, I have the opposite reaction when I hear it from Enzo. It’s not a good sign.
Nicco grabs ahold of my arm, but I shake him off, already knowing what he’s trying to do. He wants me to move so he can take over the conversation, but I know if he steps in front of me, there’s not much I can do to protect him from the crazed look in my brother’s eyes.
“Think it’s a bit too fucking late for that,” Enzo adds.
“Enzo, I?—”
Nicco grabs hold of me again, except this time with more force, moving me so he can step in front of me.
“Nicco,” I gasp.
“Do not speak to Isabella that way,” Nicco says, and my heart picks up at the sternness in his voice.
This will not end well.
Enzo snaps his gaze to Nicco’s, his glare hardening so ferociously, and I nearly cave in on myself at the sight. But if the glare wasn’t enough, Enzo tilts his head at Nicco while a sinister grin takes over his face.
Nope, this is definitely not going to end well.
No one says anything for the next few moments. It’s like a silent stare-off between the two, with my brother’s cold glare never wavering.
Just when I’m about to break the silence, Enzo says three words that send a shudder through my body. “Big fucking mistake.”
Before I’m able to grasp what’s happening, Enzo steps toward Nicco, yanks his arm, and somehow maneuvers him, slamming his face down on my desk.
“Enzo!” I scream before he silences me with a look that could kill.
“You take one step closer, and I will snap his neck.”
My eyes shoot to Nicco’s, and there’s a calm expression on his face.
Why isn’t he fighting back?
I scan his body, looking for any sign he has a plan to fight back, but there’s nothing. He’s allowing my brother to smash his face into my desk, and I don’t understand why. Enzo is lethal, but I know Nicco can match up to him, so why isn’t he fighting back?
“What’re you doing?” I plead with him before shooting my gaze back to my brother. “Enzo, please let go of him. This is crazy.”
“You want to know what else is crazy, Isabella?” Enzo asks, turning his attention to me while still pressing Nicco’s head into the desk. He must increase the pressure, because Nicco hisses out a short breath, and the nerves in my body nearly explode at the sound.
“I do recall our brother telling you you’re not allowed to see this guy again, and yet here you are fucking lying to us both, sneaking around behind our backs, to what? Fuck the enemy?”
“I told you once, and I’ll only say it one more time,” Nicco says. “Don’t fucking speak to her that way.”
Nicco winces as Enzo applies more pressure to the side of his face. “You really think you’re in any position to speak right now, Silvestri?” he says. “This is a family matter, so I highly suggest you shut your fucking mouth, or I will break your neck.” He pauses for a second before saying, “Actually, to save my sister from the sorry excuse of a man you are, I think I’ll just snap your neck now and deal with the consequences later.”
Enzo moves to do exactly what he said, but I scream, “Stop,” halting him in place. “Please, Enzo, don’t kill him!” My words are frantic, and while I want to rush to Nicco’s side, I know Enzo well enough to know he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d kill Nicco if I took another step forward.
“You have ten seconds, Isabella,” Enzo grinds out while he leans over Nicco’s seemingly lifeless body, based on his lack of response to having my brother almost kill him. The only reason I know he’s okay is because his eyes haven’t moved from me since he’s been put in this position.
The words come out rushed, like word vomit, knowing I have to say whatever I can to deescalate the situation. “Nicco and I have been seeing each other again behind your backs because I was too afraid to tell you guys because of how you’re acting right now!”
“Five seconds, Isabella, and I have to say, the odds aren’t looking in your favor,” Enzo says.
“Please, Enzo!” I cry out. “You can’t hurt him!”
“And why the fuck can’t I?” he growls out.
“Because I love him!” I scream, choking back a sob. “Please, Enzo.” I nearly collapse on the floor from the overwhelming emotions. Tears escape my eyes, trailing paths down my cheeks. “Our parents were already taken away from us. Please don’t take away the love of my life too.”
I drag my gaze to Nicco’s widened eyes, and even though the threat of his life still lingers in the air, I detect a smile on his face. That was the first time I’ve said I love you to him since getting back together, and while it wasn’t the most romantic declaration, it’s out there. I finally put it out there.
Bringing my attention back to Enzo’s, he slides his gaze back and forth between Nicco and me before finally settling on mine and reluctantly releasing him.
Nicco pushes himself up from the desk with a wince, and I run to him, throwing myself into him. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” I cry out.
He wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a tight squeeze. “I’m fine. I promise,” he says before pulling himself back to look at me. “You finally said it. You said you love me.”
I give him a small smile. “Because I do. I never stopped.”
I’m about to kiss him when Enzo clears his throat, reminding me of the shit situation we’ve gotten ourselves in.
“Well,” he says, “looks like you both have a lot of fucking explaining to do.”