Chapter 18 #2
At some point, he tucked his dick away.
“Fat shaming people is fucked up, Fefe. I didn’t like what you said to Jenny. And I knew my woman would punish you.” He winks as he pries the Glock from my hand.
“You lured me here?”
“To punish those deserving, Princess.”
He bites the side of my neck, and my fingers slip through the back of his hair, at the same time my pussy clenches. I love his mouth on me.
“Nico, you could’ve told me you wanted to fuck.”
He nips at my chin. The desire in his whiskey-colored eyes eats at my soul.
“Tell me this doesn’t turn you on more?”
I wish I could slam my thighs shut so the truth isn’t revealed.
“Princess, we’ve been together for years. I know how to make you wet for this dick.”
His fingers find my slick folds.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Nico, you were about to let her suck your dick.”
I can’t hide the pain on my face. He brushes a curl behind my ear.
He sees right through me.
Trying to fight the need to climb into his skin, I peer at shivering Fefe on the floor.
“I bet you’ll think twice about being a cunt in the future,” I chuckle.
“I promise I-I will,” she stutters.
“Just let me go,” she begs.
Nico pushes my panties aside.
“Did you see my dripping cock when you walked in?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply still staring at her.
“That was for you. I had no plans to fuck another woman tonight. This big dick is yours.”
He slams inside, filling my needy pussy.
My head falls back with a gasp. “Oh, fuck.”
“What the hell? You’re actually having sex in front of me?” she demands, disbelief thick in her voice.
“Yes,” Nico answers simply.
“I love her fat ass.” Nico’s free hand squeezes my behind possessively.
“And her thick thighs, and that soft belly.”
“I’m not into bony girls,” he admits.
“I’m only into her,” Nico confesses again.
Our lips slam together.
Remember, this is how he got you to fall in love with him before.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement.
“There are bodyguards outside the door. You’re not going anywhere,” I warn her.
“Sit down,” Nico commands.
“Serenity will decide what she wants to do with you. Now watch how well my woman takes my cock. The very cock you wanted to choke on.”
Rage spikes through me. Another deep thrust sends stars behind my eyes. I forget all about that bitch.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” I murmur.
“Serenity, what feels good?” Nico pants.
“Your dick,” I shout.
“Nico, I’m coming.”
“Good, baby. I’m right behind you.”
Nico circles the Glock’s handle against my ass as he hammers into me like it’s our last time.
“Serenity, come all over my raw cock.”
My body trembles and I shatter, spilling myself down his thick shaft.
Breath ragged, I tighten my grip on his neck. “That was too good.”
“See Serenity, you don’t need to give my pussy away. I’ll always give you everything I’ve got.”
I stroke his cheek, pressing my lips gently against his. “That was exactly what I needed.”
He chuckles because I ignored his statement. Nico places me on my feet. I clutch his arms as my legs wobble dangerously. My eyes flicker toward Fefe.
Her fingers tighten around her wounded arm, blood trickling slowly between them.
“I’ll get you patched up. Then I’ll decide if I want to punish you more for shaming me.” I shake my hips and my dress falls perfectly around my thighs.
“And what was the name of the woman she taunted?”
“Jenny,” Nico replies as he zips his slacks.
“Serenity, let me get you cleaned up, then you can tend to her arm.” Nico takes my hand, pulling me into the bathroom.
“What if she tries to escape?” I ask as we enter the ensuite bathroom.
“Will your bodyguards let a bleeding woman leave?”
I chuckle. “No.”
Nico lifts me up and places my bottom on the counter. My dress flows around my waist.
I watch as he cleans me up. “Aren’t you going to clean up too?”
“Nope. Besides, I’ll be buried in your pussy again before the night is over.”
Laughter bubbles in my throat. “Think so?”
Dropping to his knees, he shoots me a sly grin as he slides off my drenched panties. “Yup.”
Nico’s lips meet my bare pussy. I clutch his hair, spread my legs wider, and let his tongue tease my clit in rapid flicks.
“You love cleaning up my mess,” I murmur with a shiver.
“Yes, I do.” His low, husky voice sends sparks through the sensitive nerves in my clit.
“Nico,” I scream, voice breaking with pleasure.
The irresistible man every woman at this party craves has made me come twice tonight.
I feel lighter now that I’ve been pleased. After tending to Fefe’s wound, Nico removes a vial of coke from her purse and demands she snorts a line off the carpet. And she does.
Nico and I exit the bedroom. I give my men a brief rundown of what occurred.
“Fitz, send one of the men guarding the perimeter to pick up a hook that can be drilled into the ceiling inside the closet. Also, I’ll need rope.”
“Consider it done,” he replies.
I’ll let Fefe hang around for a while. A devilish smirk hit my lips.
Nico threads our fingers and leads me downstairs.
As we move through the throng of people, all eyes seem to follow us. Maybe no one’s ever seen Nico hold a woman’s hand in public.
He keeps me close, as if he’s determined not to lose sight of me.
Nico tugs me toward the dance floor. Sherese meets my gaze as she rests an arm on the guy’s shoulder while moving to the beat. A smile lifts her lips.
I grin, then lock eyes with Nico. We melt into each other, dancing through three songs. I’ve never danced with him at a party before. It feels wonderful.
Sometime later, Nico leads me to the buffet table.
“Jenny, are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am.” Her brows lift. “You left with Fefe but return with her.” Jenny’s eyes roam my body.
“She’s not built like Fefe,” Jenny points out.
“Jenny, my name is Serenity. I’m Nico’s ex-girlfriend.”
Nico’s pink lips form a thin line in irritation at my answer.
“We have been seeing each other for years. I admit I get jealous of women who flirt and fuck Nico. But just so you know, Fefe’s paying for the mean things she said to you earlier.”
Tears well in her eyes. “Really?”
“Yes. Nico and I hate fat-shamers.”
She throws her arms around my neck, then loops her arms around Nico’s waist. Jealousy creeps in a little, but I control it. I understand she’s genuinely appreciative.
“Thank you both,” she says before stepping away.
Nico grabs two plates and loads them with food.
“Nico, give me a moment.”
He nods.
From across the ballroom, two of my bodyguards keep a watchful eye as I make my way toward my friends.
“Girl, are you okay?” Vi asks.
Laneesha laughs softly. “She’s good. She’s got that just-been-fucked-well glow.”
We all laugh together.
I rub the back of my neck. “Nico took care of me.”
The girls cheer and bounce in place at my admission.
I catch Miff’s attention. He approaches.
“What’s up, Serenity?”
“When my friends are ready to leave, I need them flown back to Creekwood campus.”
“The helicopter’s on standby.” He glances toward the girls.
“When you’re set, text this number.” He slips a card into Pera’s hand.
“I’ll make sure you all get there safely.”
The girls thank him and me.
“Call or text once you’re at the helicopter and back at your dorms. I want to know you made it home safe.”
We embrace and say our goodbyes.
Two hours later, I’m dressed in Nico’s Penn State T-shirt and red basketball shorts, held up at the waist by a hair tie. Nico has also dressed casually, sporting navy basketball shorts and a t-shirt.
My friends texted twenty minutes ago, letting me know they made it back to their dorms safely.
It’s time for a little fun. I stand on a chair while Nico hauls Fefe’s body off the floor.
She comes to, thrashing, a muffled scream tearing through the gag in her mouth. No one hears her. The shouting, the laughter, the moans from the rooms lining the hallway swallow every sound.
My ex-boyfriend is running his own brothel tonight.
Genius.
Her ankles are bound tightly with zip ties. Nico forces her wrists together in front, restraining her as she struggles fiercely, kicking and twisting. My hand strikes her cheek sharply. The slap lingers in the air.
“Don’t hit his crown jewels,” I say evenly. “If you do, I’ll cut you into little pieces myself.”
Her eyes widen in shock. She screams louder against the gag.
“Scream all you want. No one’s coming. Your cries get lost with all the other moaning and screaming.” I tilt my head, watching her closely. “I don’t even think you know who you’re dealing with.”
Nico sets her on her feet beside me and lifts her arms overhead. I move fast, looping the rope around her wrists. A moment later, Fefe is dangling in the air, toes barely brushing the seat of the chair.
Nico grips my waist and pulls me down off the chair.
“I’ll make sure she’s secured,” he says, stepping into my place.
My eyes trace him without thinking—his arms, his abs, the power in his legs.
Fefe whimpers as Nico tightens the rope, the fibers biting into her skin. He hops down and stands beside me again.
“I’m teaching you a lesson, Fefe,” I say evenly. “Being cruel isn’t cute. And if you even think about reporting this… your family will start disappearing. One by one. We’ll begin with dear old Dad. The one who pays for that cushy little life of yours.”
I rush to the bed and snatch the switchblade. I return to the closet, slicing through the zip tie binding her feet. With a flick, the blade snaps shut before I leap into Nico’s arms, wrapping mine around his neck.
“Nico Pitucco is in the mafia,” I say sweetly. “And he’ll be the next mob boss.”
Nico’s lips curl into a smile.
I steal a glance at Fefe—tears streak down her flushed cheeks.
“Don’t test the Pituccos,” I whisper softly.
Her feet hang just over the edge of the chair seat. She can balance on her toes if she chooses, but struggle too much and her legs will slam against the backrest, leaving nothing but empty air beneath her.
She can hang there for a couple of hours while I fuck Nico. Later, my men will dump her a block away from campus. I’ll enjoy my last night with Nico. Because once he graduates, we’ll officially go our separate ways.