12. Mine

12

MINE

NICO

Monogamous relationships were never something I actively sought. It wasn’t that I saw anything inherently wrong with them, they just didn’t align with my personal desires. The idea of settling down and committing to one person for the rest of my life wasn’t something I aspired to do. And marriage? Well, that was a concept I had never truly believed in, and still didn’t.

But then something within me shifted. My perspective on what I wanted for my future changed. Roxy had become enough for me. More than enough, in fact. Marriage was still not in the cards, but I knew without a doubt that she was the only one for me.

My job was dangerous, and the possibility of losing my life loomed over me every day. I couldn’t bear the thought of bringing someone else into this world, knowing they could suffer the same loss I’d seen others endure. Still, she filled every corner of my heart and soul, making it impossible for anyone else to ever take her place.

After last night, when she was talking dirty about me having her every night in my bed at home, something stirred inside me. It felt like a switch had been flipped, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t control. I’d never once thought about having the same woman in my bed every night. Usually, I called a car service when we were done, sending them on their way. I never led them on or made promises of a future with me.

But tonight, as I walked into Luxe, there she was, gliding through the room with grace and confidence. Her bright white smile, framed by perfectly painted red lips, caught my eye immediately. She had grown more self-assured since returning to the club, and every night before I approached her, I would stand back and watch her command the attention of those around her.

Our eyes met, and she beamed in my direction, setting her black tray down on the bar before sashaying over to me. “Hi, sir!” she greeted me with excitement in her voice, though a hint of nervousness still lingered beneath the surface.

Bending over, I kissed her cheek, then took her hand in mine. “Can I steal you away for a bit?”

“For the talk?” she asked before adding, “sir,” with a quick shake of her head. “Sorry,” she continued, “I’m in work mode right now. When I got here, there were so many people. Business is booming.”

“Yeah, I can see that. And it’s okay.” My fingers brushed against a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear. “You seem a little flustered, though.”

She let out a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “Just a little,” she admitted. “Si-”

“Stop the sir for a little bit.” I cut her off before she could finish the word, wanting to take this moment for us with no formalities or expectations. Lacing our fingers together, I placed her in front of me and rested a hand on her lower back, feeling the soft, exposed skin beneath my touch as I led us down the far hallway toward our room.

It surprised even myself, when I asked her to disregard our usual rules for a little while. But in that moment, all I wanted was to be with her and forget about everything else. As soon as we were alone, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her with an intense passion that left us both breathless. When I finally peeled myself away, she shifted her weight back and forth nervously.

Unable to keep my hands off her, I placed them on her hips, kissing her once again while backing her into the bed. When she bumped into it, she sat on the edge, still tangled in our passionate embrace. My hand slid up her back, holding her head against my mouth as our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. Her moans echoed in my ears as her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my black V-neck T-shirt I’d opted to wear this evening instead of the usual suit.

Reluctantly, I released her lips, and she panted, her breath warm against my skin. I couldn’t help but savor the taste of her cherry lip gloss on my mouth. I sat next to her on the bed, bringing my leg up between us as I shifted to face her. She did the same. I held her hands in mine.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, watching as her eyes widened in nervousness. “Last night, when you told me you wanted me to fuck you every night... it got me thinking.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she apologized.

I stopped her with a gentle touch. “It’s not about that. It made me realize something. I’m not going to drag this out.” I brought the back of her hand to mouth lips and lowered it back onto my leg, resting my hand on top of hers. “I’d like for you to move in with me. My bed is missing someone else, and it’s you.” The heavy words hung in the air between us.

“What about your need for space?”

She had always been well aware of my aversion to sharing my personal space, and she used to tease me about it before we became friends after her accident. It had been a long time since I had been intimate with anyone, and now I understood why. Since the moment we became friends, I had only wanted her.

“My past doesn’t dictate my future with you,” I replied. “They were clearly nothing to me and you’re who I want to share my personal space with. There’s still one thing I need to be clear about.”

“Marriage isn’t for you.”

“So, if you ever feel like you need more from a partner than just a commitment and the title of boyfriend, I will force myself to accept it.”

She giggled and I raised an eyebrow in question. “You assume marriage is in my future?”

I pushed a strand of her luscious hair behind her ear. “No, but you’re still quite young, and your desires may change one day. You might even want kids.”

She couldn’t contain her laughter any longer, letting out a loud burst that filled the air. “I can assure you, neither marriage nor children are on my agenda.” Her laughter faded into a sigh as she continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love kids, but they just don’t fit into my life right now. Especially not when I work in a place like this.” She lifted her hand. “No offense to management.”

I offered a slight nod of understanding. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“If something happened, and I got pregnant,” she continued, “we’d discuss it as a couple, but one thing I can promise you will never change and that’s how much I want to be with only you.”

Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had always felt that we were on the same page when it came to marriage and children; that they weren’t necessities in our relationship, but I still worried she might want it one day. And now, hearing her say it so boldly and passionately, stirred something deep within me. The thought of starting a family with her someday didn’t seem so daunting anymore. But I still didn’t want them anytime soon. My thoughts were interrupted by her sudden outburst.

“Wait!” she snapped, almost causing me to jump in surprise.

“Yeah?” I replied, taken aback by her sudden change in tone.

“You just called yourself my boyfriend.”

My eyebrows quirked up in surprise as she lunged toward me, knocking me backward onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. With a firm hold on her arms, I rolled her over onto her back and crawled between her legs.

“How the hell do you do that?” she asked breathlessly.

“What?”

“I didn’t see it coming,” she admitted, her eyes wide.

With a self-assured grin, I replied, “Part of my job.”

Closing the distance between us, I leaned in and captured her soft lips with mine before pulling back slightly. “Rules apply again,” I reminded her.

Her cheeks flushed with a slight pink tint as she smiled up at me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nodding in agreement.

I narrowed my gaze on her, playfully scolding her. “Roxy.”

She rolled her eyes, teasingly mocking me with a sarcastic, “Yesss, sir.”

I sat up on my knees and loosened my belt, then unzipped my pants. I grabbed her left hand and securely held her wrist. Then I did the same with her right hand, holding her arms above her head. Reaching between us, I freed my throbbing cock and ran it along her slick center. She eagerly moved her hips, trying to entice me inside of her.

With her arms bound above her head, I plunged deep inside her with one forceful thrust. She arched her back; her moans echoing in the room. Her intense gaze never wavered from mine as I continued to drive into her, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. A faded scar remained on her forehead. It was a reminder of the torture she endured at the hands of our enemies before we rescued her outside the abandoned warehouse. The memory only fueled my need to protect and please her.

Her body, limp and broken, cradled in my arms as I raced to the hospital in my Jeep. Amber, her voice trembling with fear, clutching onto her in the back seat. Every red light was an eternity, every turn a potential disaster. We’d arrived at the hospital, and she was rushed into surgery, her life hanging by a thread. As I sat waiting for any news, my heart pounding against my chest, I realized how fiercely protective I had become of her.

She belonged with me, in my house, where I could keep her safe for the rest of her life. No matter what that meant for our relationship, I was determined to be there for her until the end of time.

She was mine.

Only mine.

And I was hers.

Pushing into her slowly, I pressed my lips to hers, our tongues swirling together in a perfect dance before I pulled away. “I fucking love how good your cunt feels wrapped around my cock, baby girl,” I growled against her lips.

Her moans and whimpers were music to my ears as she neared release. “Your dick feels so fucking amazing, sir,” she panted, her words disrupted by gasps and sighs. “I need to cum so badly.”

Withdrawing myself from her, I slid down between her legs, trailing kisses and nips along her inner thighs. She arched her back, her hands reaching desperately for me, but my belt held them firmly in place. Her body trembled as I teased and tasted her, building the tension until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” she cried out when I bit her. “I love when you bite my clit, sir.”

She cried out and arched her back, pushing herself closer to my face. The taste of her arousal filled my mouth as I continued to flick and tease with my tongue, delving deeper into her folds. With my other hand, I slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them upward to stroke her G-spot. Every moan and whimper that came from her, only fueled my desire to please her, to make her lose control beneath me.

The intoxicating scent of sex and sweat filled the air, driving me wild with need for her. As she writhed against my mouth and fingers, I groaned in satisfaction at the way she felt under my touch. It was a feeling that consumed me entirely.

“Pleaseee, sir,” her body jerked, and she begged with desperate breaths, “can I cum?”

“Cum,” I commanded against her clit, increasing the intensity of my strokes both inside and outside of her.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, yes, sir! That feels so fucking good. Right there!” Her body convulsed against mine, writhing with pleasure as she squirted all over my face and into my mouth.

I continued to lick and tease her but eased up on her clit as she grabbed at my face in her ecstasy. Licking my lips, I peered up at her. Her mouth was parted in a euphoric daze, and her chest rose and fell as she gazed down at me with a mixture of desire and awe.

“Please… fuck me… hard now… sir,” she breathed.

Crawling back up between her legs, I positioned myself at her entrance. I could feel the heat of her center radiating toward me. With a firm grip on my hardened cock, I guided it toward her entrance, relishing in the sensation of her wetness against me. As I slid deep inside her, she arched her back and let out a moan. Despite her attempts to wrap her arms around my head, I took control and pinned them above her once again. With every thrust, I could feel her body tremble beneath me as I pounded into her with an intense rhythm. Her cries and moans filled the air.

“I’m going to fill you with cum, baby girl.”

“Please give me every last drop, sir.”

After a few more pumps, I released my cum deep inside her core. Her walls clenched around me as she reached her peak once again. With a final deep thrust, I released myself inside her, filling her with my seed. I collapsed onto the bed next to her, our bodies spent. As we caught our breath, I pressed my lips to hers before pulling away. Taking her hands in mine, I freed her from my belt. “I think it’s time for me to get back to work now.”

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