30. Savio
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SAVIO
I t takes a moment for my mind to catch up to what’s happening. The moment that I do—the moment that I fully register that Nicci is aiming a gun at me, her mouth set in a hard line as her finger curls around the trigger, my momentary shock turns to hot, burning anger.
How fucking dare she?
I brought her father and brother here. I stuck by her through every one of the hits on the Crows. I held her while she cried and listened to her story, and I…
I fucking love her.
My chest tightens as I look at her. Her blue eyes are gleaming, her face bone-white, her jaw clenched. She’s a twitch away from pulling the trigger, a single hairbreadth from my death. And yet, looking at her, I feel sure that she loves me, too.
If she didn’t, I’d already be dead.
“I got what I needed.” Nicci’s voice is slow and even. “I’m leaving now, just like I planned. And I’m not going to risk you coming after me. I couldn’t run before, because I knew they’d always find me. You could find me too, if you wanted to, and I don’t think you’re just going to let me go. I’m yours, right? You said it so many times. So if I want to be free, you have to die too.” She swallows hard, the gun still pointed at my head.
I feel cold. Somehow, despite that, I take a step forward, and another, closer to Nicci and the gun she’s holding leveled at me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that it hurts, but I keep moving toward her, only stopping when I see her flinch.
“Your father made you into a villain, principessa ,” I murmur, keeping my voice as calm as I can. “He made you into the kind of woman who would catch and deliver another woman to be killed because she took your fiance. But you were never really that kind of woman, Nicci. I know that now. You did all of it because that fucking bastard who called himself your father made you do it. He’s dead now. Dead by your hand. You don’t have to be the villain any longer, principessa . You can choose to be different. You can choose to be whoever you want to be.”
That same bitter laugh that I heard before spills from her lips. “That’s fucking rich, coming from you,” she spits out. “You’re one to talk. You came back to New York just to pick up the same war that your father and brother were fighting—right where they left off. And you’re not doing any better than they did. You’re going to start a bloody war you can’t win, and I want no part of it.”
“I’d leave all of it behind if you left with me.” I look at her, and I don’t think I’ve ever meant anything as much in my life as I mean that. I can feel my pulse racing, acutely aware of my heart beating in my chest and just how quickly it could be stilled, but it feels as if the world has narrowed down to her and me, and the choice being made. “I mean it, Nicci. There are other cities I could put down roots in as a don. Other places with territory I could claim for the Valenti name. We could go somewhere else. I’d walk away from all of it with you. You—you’ve changed all of this for me.”
Nicci’s jaw tightens, her hand trembling ever so slightly, and my pulse leaps with alarm. She could pull the trigger by accident as easily as on purpose. “You’re just saying that to save your life,” she accuses, her voice sharp as the knife she used on her brother minutes ago. “You wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t have a gun to your head.”
“I can understand why you’d think that. But it’s not true, Nicci. I—” I suck in a breath, looking down the barrel of the gun, looking at the woman just past it. “Over these past weeks, I—I’ve fallen in love with you. I love you.”
Her eyes widen, and I see her lips part. I see the way the words hit her, as if they’re a physical thing. “Savio?—”
The sound of my name on her lips spurs me on. “I thought I owned you, principessa , but I was so fucking wrong. Somewhere along the line, I started to belong to you, too. Every fucking thing about you made me fall in love with you. Your stubbornness, your resilience, your refusal to stay down. Every time something or someone tried to break you, even me, you just got right fucking back up. I tried to make you mine, but you made me yours instead. And now? If you’re going to leave, you might as well kill me.”
Nicci’s mouth trembles, and her eyes are glossy for a different reason now, I think. “What the fuck does that mean?” she hisses, and I take a step closer, the gun almost touching me now.
“I don’t want to live without you, principessa . My vicious little assassin. You’re as bloody as I am, and just as brutal. And you’re the only woman who could ever be my match.”
For a brief moment, there’s nothing but silence after I say it. A silence so thick and heavy that I can only imagine it will be broken with a gunshot in a moment, cracked as wide open as my chest will be when she pulls the trigger.
Instead, Nicci speaks.
“You’d walk away from all of this? For me? I don’t believe you.” She shakes her head, and I think I see tears on the edges of her lashes.
“Why not?”
“Because no one has ever sacrificed anything for me.” Her voice cracks, hurt and anger warring together in her gaze, and I step forward once more, the gun pressed to my chest.
“I would, principessa ,” I murmur. “I’d go anywhere with you. Give up anything. As long as you were with me. As long as you were mine.”
Nicci lets go of the gun. It hits the floor with a thud —but I barely have time to register the sound before her mouth is on mine. Her hand wraps around the back of my neck, her fingers clawing into my skin with a sharpness that sends pain shooting through me, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything other than the fact that she’s kissing me instead of killing me.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, hot and sweet, and I wrap her up in my arms. I pull her into me, backing up until I hit the edge of a table, and I’ve forgotten where we are. I’ve forgotten that there are two dead bodies in the room with us, and a body’s worth of blood. I’ve forgotten everything except the feeling of Nicci against me, kissing me, her body arching into mine, and I’d give anything to keep her here, touching me forever.
“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth as I wrap my hand in her hair, wrenching her head back so that I can drag my mouth along her jaw and down her throat. “I fucking love you, principessa .”
“I love you.” She chokes out the words, her nails still digging into the back of my neck, and they send a jolt through me, my already stiffening cock hard as rock in an instant. “I fucking love you too, Savio Valenti. I love you?—”
I drag her mouth back to mine, one hand dropping to feverishly undo my belt. “I want all of you, principessa . Right here. Right now. Give it to me, and I’ll give you all of me.”
She looks at me, her blue eyes bright. “What do you want, ma coeur? ”
“God, that makes me so fucking hard.” I kiss her, hard, my tongue tangling with hers as I free my aching cock and reach for her hand, wrapping it around my throbbing length. “I want you on your knees, principessa . I want you there of your own free will.”
Nicci jerks back, her eyes gleaming, and she bites my lip, sucking it into her mouth before breaking the kiss. “You first,” she whispers, and she twists away from me, pushing me to one side as she leans back against the table. “Get down on your knees and make me come, Savio. I’ll give you what you want, then.”
I hadn’t thought I could get any harder. The space we’re in feels impossibly hot. I reach for my shirt, stripping it over my head and tossing it to the floor as Nicci pushes herself onto the table, yanking her own shirt off as she reaches for the button of her jeans. I glance at her shoulder, my lust ebbing just long enough to worry about whether or not she might hurt herself, but she doesn’t seem to be in too much pain. And right now, the last thing on earth I want to do is stop.
My cock throbs, and I reach down, stroking it once as I hook the fingers of my other hand in the waistband of Nicci’s jeans, dragging them down her hips, leaving her in just her panties. She looks down at me as I sink to my knees in front of her, sliding my hands up her legs as I push them apart, and I lean in, breathing her—in as I press my mouth to the damp cotton between her thighs.
“Are you sure, principessa ?” I murmur, looking up at her. “Are you sure you want to do this here? We can go back inside?—”
“No.” Nicci reaches down, her fingers threading through my hair as she tugs me closer, pushing my head down between her thighs. “Let them fucking watch.”
Lust surges through me. I reach for her panties, hooking my fingers underneath the wet fabric as I rip them away from her. “Good,” I growl, my hands gripping her inner thighs as I drag my tongue over her in the first long, hot stroke.
She tastes like fucking heaven. Her cry of pleasure is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I hold her legs open wide, keeping her open and exposed to me as I flutter my tongue over her clit—circling it as Nicci moans helplessly, her hot, drenched flesh pulsing against my tongue. She grips the edge of the table with both hands, her back arching and head falling back as I devour her pussy. My tongue sliding down to her entrance to thrust inside briefly before dragging back up again, lashing over her clit—until she moans my name. Her fingers twist in my hair, yanking and then digging in to the point of pain. But I don’t fucking care. If anything, the pain of her nails in my scalp makes me harder, makes my cock throb as I drip pre-cum onto the floor. My lips fastening around her clit as I suck her into my mouth—aching to be inside of her, aching to feel her wrapped around me, but I’m aching to make her come even more.
I feel her thighs trembling under my hands, hear her cry of pleasure as her hips buck upward against my face. I lash my tongue over her clit—sucking, licking—desperate to feel and taste her. She floods my mouth when she comes. She rides my tongue, crying out my name as I bury my face in her. Her shriek of pleasure, when she starts to come on my face, is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
I don’t stop. Not for a moment. I suck at her clit until she screams again, letting go of one thigh to push two fingers into her as I feel her clench and ripple around me. My cock lurches at the sensation around my fingers, as if Nicci’s sweet, perfect pussy had clenched around it instead. So much pre-cum spills from me that for a moment, I think I’ve lost control and come instead without touching myself.
Nicci shudders, moaning my name again as I start to slow my movements, bringing her down from her high. I slowly lick around her clit, prolonging the orgasm for as long as I can. Her hand still twisted almost painfully in my hair. And then I stand up, slowly, and look her directly in the eye, reaching up with the hand that’s not still buried inside of her to grab the back of her neck.
“Your turn, principessa ,” I murmur, slipping my fingers free as I pull her off the table and push her down to her knees.
She goes down willingly—gracefully—her expression full of lust as she drops to her knees in front of me and immediately reaches for my cock. She wraps one hand around it, grasping me firmly as she yanks my jeans down with the other hand. “If I’m naked, so are you,” she hisses, her eyes gleaming up at me. “No more power plays, Savio. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.” I thread my fingers through her hair, wrapping the silky strands around them as I tug her mouth towards my waiting, aching cock. “I’m going to fuck your face like I mean it, principessa . And then I’ll get hard and fuck you again.”
“Promises, promises.” She smiles at me, just before she leans in and opens her mouth for my cock.
I groan aloud the moment her tongue swirls over my swollen tip. I’m so fucking hard, so sensitive, and the wet heat of her tongue feels like fucking heaven. My muscles tighten as I raise the hand that was just inside her to my lips, licking the taste of her off of my fingers as my hips jerk forward impatiently, pushing my cock into her mouth as she moans around the sudden intrusion.
“Good girl.” I tighten my hand in her hair, shifting so that I can start to thrust as I push myself deeper. “Take all of it, principessa . Every inch. Take it all, and I promise I’ll make you come at least once more.”
The look she gives me says that she expects more than that. But I feel her neck arch, feel her taking me further into her throat, and I press my fist into the back of her head as I start to thrust.
She feels so fucking good. Her eyes water as she tries to accommodate me as I start to fuck her face. I slide into her throat in long strokes that, coupled with the suction of her mouth and the blissful wet heat surrounding me, have me on the edge of coming already. “I’m not going to wait, principessa ,” I murmur. “I’m already close, and I want to come.”
She swallows, her throat clenching around me, and I don’t bother holding back. I tip my head back, gripping her hair tightly as I thrust once more into her mouth, feeling my balls tighten as the first hot rush of cum spills down her throat. Before I can shoot again, I jerk her head back, holding it in place as I fist my cock and pull it free of her mouth, aiming it at her gorgeous face.
“I’m going to come all over that pretty fucking face,” I growl. “I want to watch my cum dripping off of it while I fuck you— fuck ?—”
Spurt after spurt of hot cum sprays over her face, coating her chin and cheeks and lips, dripping from her chin onto her breasts. I groan as I come harder than I ever thought I possibly could, coating her in it until I finally rub my cockhead over her lips, glazing her mouth thoroughly in my cum before I pull her up from her knees.
I lean back, sitting on the table as I lift her up and onto my lap, her legs spread wide as she kneels on either side of me. My cock is half-hard, and I pull her against me, urging her to grind down onto my lap as I reach up and rub my thumb over her lips. I coat it in my cum, pushing it into her mouth, and the way she instantly sucks on it makes my cock twitch and start to harden again.
“Grind on me, principessa ,” I murmur. “Make yourself come on me again, and then I’ll fuck you.”
Nicci lets out a long, soft moan, her hips rocking against me as she starts to obey. Her slick folds glide along my shaft, soft and warm and impossibly wet, and I groan as I collect more of the cum on her face with my fingers, feeding it between her lips as she rocks herself to an orgasm against my hardening cock.
“Good girl,” I murmur, sucking in a breath as I feel myself stiffening to a full erection again. “Come for me. Get that cock nice and wet. Come all over me?—”
Nicci’s head falls back as her gasps turn to a long, keening moan, her hips moving faster as she pushes herself towards a second orgasm. She grinds down on me, using my cock like a toy as she makes herself come, my name spilling from her lips. The moment I feel her starting to convulse, I reach down between us, angling my cock so that the swollen head is pressed against her entrance. As she jerks forward, I slide into her, pushing all of my thick, hard length into her as she clenches around me.
“Come on that cock. Come all over me, principessa —” I lean forward, biting her ear as I start to fuck her, thrusting my hips up as she grinds herself against me. “I’m going to keep you in bed for days. I’m going to find every possible way I can make you come. You’re going to scream my name over and over?—”
“Stop talking and make me scream it again.”
“Oh?” I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I bite at her neck, sucking a deep, dark mark onto the skin as I grab her hip with my other hand and push her down onto my cock. “I should spank you for that. But instead?—”
With one swift motion, I pull her off of my lap, moving to one side as I bend her over the table. I quickly move behind her, thrusting into her again hard from behind as I press her face down against the wood, fucking her with all the force I can. I reach down as I do, two fingers rubbing feverishly against her clit as Nicci moans, tightening around me in a way that tells me that she’s close again.
I lean over her, feeling her warm, soft skin brush against my chest as my lips brush against her ear. “Come for me again, principessa . And then, I’m going to fuck your ass.”