• 40 • Part 2
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He just looked at me for a second, jaw tight and eyes dark, then suddenly his arms were around me and my feet left the ground.
I laughed softly, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me toward the bedroom like I weighed nothing.
"Nico," I murmured.
"You're not walking after that," he said calmly, like it was already decided.
He laid me down on the bed gently, carefully, like I was something precious—but the look in his eyes said he was barely holding himself back.
I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him stand there.
Then I bit my lip.
Slowly, deliberately, I reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged it up just enough for him to notice. Then I slipped it off.
I wasn't wearing a bra.
His brow lifted slightly.
"Well," he said quietly, his gaze never leaving me, "someone's excited."
I smiled sweetly.
"Actually," I said, sitting up a little straighter, "I changed my mind."
His body stilled instantly.
"I don't want to do this," I added. "I think... I want to go home."
The shift in him was immediate.
He stepped closer, concern replacing heat in a heartbeat.
"Hey," he said softly. "Is everything okay? What's wrong? We don't have to—"
I couldn't hold it anymore.
I laughed and popped up, leaned into him and kissed him before he could finish the sentence.
"I'm kidding," I whispered against his mouth.
He froze completely.
Then his jaw tightened again—this time with something far more dangerous.
"You're going to regret that," he murmured.
I tilted my head, pretending innocence.
"Yeah?"
He didn't answer. I stared at him, he looked so good. He just reached into the drawer beside the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
I swallowed.
Then he looked back at me.
"Turn around."
My breath hitched, but I obeyed, moving onto the bed and arching instinctively. He slipped my shorts and thong off, slowly.
I glanced over my shoulder, giggling. "Bossy."
A low groan left his chest.
"So," he said quietly, his voice rough now, "you get wet from teasing me like that?"
I smiled into the pillow.
"No," I said. "I get wet from pleasing you."
"Damn, Daria..."
Then his voice softened, just slightly.
"What's your safe word?"
I turned my head enough to see him.
"Your favorite color."
He blinked once. "Metallic?"
I laughed, nodding.
He shook his head with a quiet chuckle.
"You won't be laughing long."
My breath caught. Call me a slut, but I love bending over for him.
His hand came down hard against my ass. I winced, the sting sharp before it melted into something hot and overwhelming. It hurt—and somehow felt so good at the same time.
"Are you sorry, Daria?" he asked.
"Maybe..." I breathed.
His hand lifted again, and this time I jumped when it landed, a moan slipping out before I could stop it. That one was definitely going to leave a mark.
I laughed softly, breath shaky, my skin buzzing everywhere his hand touched.
His palm lingered there, warm and possessive, like he was reminding me exactly who I was dealing with. I tried to move, but he fisted my curly hair gently, holding me still as he leaned down to kiss the side of my ear.
"Careful," he murmured. "You started this."
I glanced back at him over my shoulder, eyes bright and heart racing. Goodness. I was so turned on.
"I know."
That earned a low, dangerous sound from his chest.
He stepped closer, his presence heavy behind me, hands sliding to my hips—not rushing, not rough, just there, grounding me. He pressed my back gently until I was fully arching for him. He had the perfect view of, just how wet I was.
"Look at you," he said quietly. "Being a good girl."
I smiled to myself, nerves and excitement twisting together.
"Still not sorry."
His thumb pressed lightly at my waist, a promise more than a touch.
"Good," he said. "Because I've got you exactly where I want you."
There was a pause, just long enough for the moment to breathe—for me to breathe.
Then he leaned in, forehead resting against my shoulder, his voice softer again.
"Tell me if you need me to stop."
I shook my head. Never, I want every bit of Nico.
"I won't."
That was all it took.
He leaned over me and thrust into me, giving me no time to adjust to his big size. Shock and pleasure hit all at once. I gasped, fingers curling into the sheets as my body tried to catch up with what he'd just done.
He thrust again, then once more, each movement making my legs shake.
"What's that name you liked calling me," he groaned, his tone teasing, "the one I hate?"
I knew exactly which one he meant.
"Best fri—"
Before I could finish, he smacked my ass harder and thrust deeper, filling me more than I thought I could take. Pleasure flooded my senses and I forgot the word entirely, moaning his name instead.
"Ah—fuck, Nico..."
"That's right," he said roughly. "That's the last time I want to hear that word."
I gripped the sheets as he moved harder, deeper, my insides clenching around him and my thighs tightening. He fucked me so good. Too good.
"Mmm... Nico... don't stop."
"You feel so good, baby," he groaned. "Fuck."
He didn't slow down, just kept stretching me with every thrust until he stopped suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss.
I turned to look at him, and he flipped me over easily so I was on my back, facing him. I gasped at the quickness. The look in his eyes made my breath catch.
He smirked.
"I missed your pretty face," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my cheek, then my mouth, then lower until his lips closed around my nipple.
I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair.
My core throbbed, desperate now.
"Nico... please," I begged softly. "Fuck me."
He liked that. I could tell by the way his mouth curved as he moved his hand down between my legs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my clit while watching my face.
My hips lifted automatically.
"Look at me, princess."He said as he watched me. I did. His pupils were dilated his lip tucked between his teeth. I could tell he enjoyed pleasuring me.
I enjoyed taking everything he was giving me.
His fingers felt too good, and I could feel myself getting even wetter. I grabbed his arm, head falling back as he kissed down my neck, whispering praises against my skin.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "You look perfect like this."
"Mmm... y-yes... Nico..."
I was so close, my moans getting louder, when he stopped again.
I opened my eyes to see that wicked smirk.
"Nico..." I breathed. "You're torturing me."
I reached for myself, desperate, but he caught my hands and pinned them above my head.
"You come when I want you to," he said softly before kissing me.
I was shaking, completely undone, pressing my hips up against him.
"Please," I begged. "Please make me come, Nico."
That did it.
He spread my legs wider and slid back inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, pleasure rolling through me as he buried himself deep, his own face tight with it.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Daria... this is all mine. You're all mine. Say it."
"I'm a-all y-yours."
The kiss he gave me after that was messy and breathless, both of us moaning into each other's mouths as he thrust harder.
"Come for me," he whispered against my ear. "Come all over me. I want it."
My body listened before my mind could catch up.
"Nico—"
I came hard, my legs shaking as he followed right after me, like he'd been waiting for it. He stayed there for a moment, then leaned down to kiss my face softly, my lips last.
"You have no idea how perfect you are," he said.
My eyes felt heavy, a smile pulling at my mouth.
"Tired already?" he teased.
"Already?" I laughed weakly. "Nico, you just took my entire soul."
He chuckled.
"Then let me take it again."
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