12. ~Nico~
12
~Nico~
Caterina had come to me.
It felt as surreal as it did so fucking right.
I had one hand wrapped around her throat, the other snapped to her hip, keeping my painfully hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks through the thin scrap of silk of her dress.
Lingerie. She’d come to me wearing lingerie. Wearing it for me.
I stroked her pulse point, the thing that told me the truth where she often failed to with her towering walls of denial. I rumbled at her ear, “It was dangerous coming here to me in this place.”
“I know,” she responded, all breathy, her throat working against my palm. Mmm.
Her throat shifting was the most she’d moved since I’d come up behind her and bound her to me like this. She’d frozen in place, her breath hitching.
She was afraid.
But, unlike usual when it came to this sort of thing, when people got close to my orbit, it wasn’t me who she was afraid of.
It was what it had always been when it came to this thing with us, what I’d caught onto that night she’d run away from me at Il Forno. The thing that had sparked a whole new depth to my obsession with her.
She’d sauntered in here with confidence, even dressing for the occasion, seeming prepared to smash right through that fear at long last. But the moment I’d touched her, I guess it had become very real. All too real for her.
She knew that crossing this line would make it impossible for her to continue to hide from who she really was, what she really was. It had no doubt crossed her mind that with our operation, that real her would be on display in all its glory. And in front of others for once. Not just done in the shadows alone where she could then shove it down and compartmentalize it like it had never happened, like it wasn’t reality.
I was willing to wager that was what had brought her here to me now.
The easiest thing to do would be to reassure her that it would be okay, that it could be our little secret, that she didn’t have to out that part of her—not even to herself—beyond this night.
But it would be a lie.
And, worse, and what really fucking nagged at me was that she’d then continue to live that lie.
No. I was done with it.
I was done with having everything in my life being choreographed and faked, performing for the Family, creating a smokescreen so they only saw what they would approve of, what wouldn’t threaten them.
I needed something to be real in my life.
Most definitely her.
I took in the sword tattoo nestled between her shoulder blades. Not just any sword, but Excalibur, a nod to her love of Arthurian legend. “This is exquisite,” I told her.
She merely murmured a response, showing just how overcome she was.
I breathed her sweet scent in, her signature Chanel No. 5 perfume, along with that invigorating freshness of her having just taken a shower, her stunning wavy auburn hair still slightly damp from it.
I savored it for a few moments, then I ran my hand up her thigh, inching higher slowly, feeling a tremble roll through her. I spoke in low, hot words at her cheek, “You’re right to be afraid, Caterina.” I reached her panty line and found a whole lot of lace. Fuck me. While leather was Julian’s thing, lace was most definitely mine. As if my desire for her needed an assist when it was already barely containable as it was. “You won’t escape me now.” I slid two fingers beneath her panties, touching her skin-to-skin. “You won’t escape yourself. There’s no more hiding.” She was hot to the touch and a long groan escaped me as I felt how wet she was. She bucked against my cock as I dragged my fingers through her dripping folds, breathing in her sweet moans as I teased her. “You’re drenching me, principessa. I’ve barely touched you yet. I certainly haven’t come close to giving you what you really want from me.” I ground my dick roughly against her ass, making her gasp. “To be clear, it’s the same thing I want from you.”
“I—”
“No. Holds. Barred.”
I thrust two fingers inside her without any warning and a scream that was a cross between pleasure and pain tore from her throat, her body lurching against me. “I’ll wrench it out of you if I have to.”
She grabbed my hand and for a moment I thought she was going to remove my fingers, perhaps already overwhelmed. But instead, she used the hold to drive them deeper inside her tight little cunt.
As I fucked up into her rapid-fire, little mewls spilling from her, she released me and slapped one hand to the glass of the viewing window to stabilize herself, while the other she twisted in the side of my shirt, needing contact with me. Or, perhaps, needing me to root her to the moment.
Through the reflection via the glass, I saw her beautiful emerald eyes drawn to what was happening in front of her.
“Is that how you want it?” I asked, shifting my grip to her jaw and keeping her looking out at the show happening through the viewing window.
A show that Julian had clearly ensured was toned down by my standards. It was along the right lines for me with the whole rough and hard aspect, but also miles away from the intensity and twisted edge.
“Is it?” I pushed, tightening my grip on her jaw as I continued fucking my fingers in and out of her needy cunt.
“No,” she choked.
“That’s right, it’s not. It’s not depraved enough for you. Despite the roughness, it’s too vanilla for you, isn’t it?” I whispered in her ear, “It’s not monstrous enough.” I smiled to myself as she sank into me, into the bared truth, finally not fighting it. “That’s what you ran from that night at the restaurant. You saw the same thing in me that’s in you. You fucking wanted it, but you were too afraid, too unsure, not ready. Too afraid to admit to your monstrous side.” I licked the shell of her ear. “Just. Like. Mine.” She moaned as I raked my teeth over it next. Yeah, there it was. “But you also couldn’t turn your back on it or let go of it entirely, so you kept responding to me through our little war. You could only risk tapping into that part of yourself in spurts, though.”
She startled me as she suddenly ripped my fingers from inside her, spun around, then fisted her hands in the sides of my leather jacket.
Our gazes locked as I told her, “No more. It’s all in now.”
She snagged my hand that had just been inside her and jerked it to my mouth.
Smirking, I took the cue and slicked my tongue over my fingers.
Sweet. As. Fuck.
But I needed more than an appetizer.
In the next second, I snagged her around the waist, then took her down to the floor.
As she jarred against it, a mixture of a grunt and a squeal escaping her, I didn’t give her the chance to catch her breath before I jerked the hem of her dress up to her waist, then ripped through her lace panties with one rough tug.
I grasped her necklace, the one with the green tourmaline bar, that I fucking knew Levi Knight had gifted to her. Grunting at the sight of it, I then tugged that free of her body, too. I tossed it across the floor and she moved to protest, but her words got caught in her throat as I ran my palm over her bare cunt. Mmm, so wet, fucking well dripping for me.
I caught sight of a shooting star tattoo on her inner left thigh. “What’s this about?” I asked her.
“Really? Right now?”
“Yes,” I growled, the thought of her getting it for somebody—somebody in particular—eating at me something fierce.
“It represents my determination to achieve my goal—building my empire into a true powerhouse.”
Relief sung through me.
Too much relief.
I cared too much about it.
I was a fucking animal when it came to her.
In so many ways.
And she was about to experience one major aspect of that up close and very personal.
“You… you need a safe word,” I only just managed to get out.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Safe word,” I growled.
“Pistachio,” she uttered.
I smirked.
She undulated beneath my touch, her gaze burning into mine as she panted for me.
She went to reach for me, but I shoved her thighs up and open, then dug my nails into them as I dove between them.
I slicked the length of her cunt in one slow, agonizing lick that had her cursing out into the room.
That was all the warning I gave her before I descended on her like a fucking ravenous animal, licking, sucking, and biting, making her thighs shudder in my brutal hold.
“Shit… ah… fuck!” she screamed, thrashing and pulling at the carpet.
I shifted my hold to her ass, then thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her deep.
“Nico…”
Hearing her crying out my name in such a consumed and desperate way had me losing any shred of self-control I might have had left after I’d first tasted her on my fingers, and I snatched her waist, manhandling rough enough that I was sure she’d wear my marks and bruises tomorrow. I forced her down onto her stomach, then I yanked her ass up, making her get onto her knees and present herself to me. I spread her open with my fingers, then thrust my tongue back inside her, fucking her brutally with my tongue, then rolling over her clit and nipping at it. Back and forth I went, mixing it up rapid-fire, so she didn’t know which way was up, so she couldn’t sink into it. I kept her on edge, overwhelming her and fucking ravaging the shit out of her.
Elation coursed through me when she started grinding on my face, then moving to slamming back against me, getting wild and starting to let out that part of her I had been longing to reach for fucking ages.
I tortured her little clit, then thrust three fingers inside her, curling and twisting, then ramming them deep.
She came all over my face, shrieking the fucking room down.
As she lay there, boneless and still twitching from her orgasm, I shrugged off my leather jacket, then ripped my tee over my head.
Even in her afterglow stupor, her eyes were all over my torso, drinking in every inch of me.
I gave her a whole lot more to look at when I ripped open my jeans and shoved them and my boxers off in one shot, tossing them hell knew where across the room.
I straddled her, enjoying her breathing picking up as I closed in around her, how affected she was by me, and the fact that she was no longer hiding it.
I reached out to my jacket on the floor and pulled out my flip knife.
Her eyes burned into mine as I opened it, then brought the blade to her silky dress and started cutting through it, the silk like butter against the sharp edges, yielding to me easily the fabric falling in scraps around her until I had her completely bared to me.
Her breath hitched as I pressed the flat of the blade to her right breast, tracing the fullness around and around. “I want your screams, your cum, your blood, and your tears, Caterina.”
“Yes,” she breathed, arching her back and pushing her breasts against my knife.
“Fuck me, woman.”
I angled the blade and nicked her right nipple and she hissed as it drew a pearl of blood. I did it again until rivulets of blood were leaking down her chest.
By the time I’d treated the other one to the same, she was writhing with her head tilted back in rapture, moans and mewls spilling from her lips as I painted my masterpiece across her beautiful breasts.
I tossed my blade aside, then leaned down to taste her.
But she pulled me up short as she coated her fingertips in her blood, then reached up and traced them over my lips.
I smirked and slicked my tongue over them, cleaning them and savoring her taste.
She took it further as she gathered more of her own blood, then jerked up, forcing me to ease back on my haunches.
And then she glided her fingers all over my cock, coating my entire shaft and balls with her blood.
Motherfucking shit.
A snarl tore from my throat and I was about to—
The door flew open and Julian rushed on in, kicking it shut behind him and taking us in.
He’d clearly come to rein me in. He’d made that obvious by the sight of his hand touching his inner jacket pocket where he kept that fucking Taser.
But as he watched Caterina bloodying up my dick, looming over me and taking what she wanted, basically owning me in that moment, instead of what he’d obviously expected, knowing how I usually was and how I could get, he pulled up short.
Caterina turned her head toward him, but her hand didn’t stop teasing my cock for a moment and sending sharp sparks of pleasure through my whole fucking body. In fact, after a few seconds, she started speeding up and turned back to me.
She was too far gone to care that he was watching.
I smiled to myself. She was with me completely.
She proved that more so in the next moment, when she slammed her hands into my chest, knocking me onto my back, then took my bloodied cock in her mouth, right down to the fucking root.
“Fuck!” I cried out, lurching up as she swallowed hard around me.
She slammed her hand into my chest again, forcing me back down.
And then she went wild, deep-throating me rapid-fire, then swallowing and swirling her tongue like a fiend.
It was out of this fucking world.
It was utter madness.
And it completely consumed me.
I looked out through hazy vision to see Julian leaning against the door and rubbing his cock through his dress pants, his head resting back against the wood, completely taken by the sight. By her.
She ripped her mouth off my cock all of a sudden, then fisted her hands in my hair, tugging deliciously roughly. “Fuck my mouth,” she uttered in breathy, needy words.
It was a forceful order, and I loved it from her, loved her demanding her pleasure from me, loved her taking charge, loved her accepting this part of herself.
I growled and hauled us both to our feet. “You’re gonna regret begging for that, filthy girl.”
A twisted smile played on her lips and those emerald pools shone. “I hope so.”
Fuck. Me.
I’d been fast losing the rational part of myself to the feral side, since I’d first laid eyes on her, and everything she was doing, saying, everything about her, was drawing it out further with every passing second.
I looked out at Julian again, realizing I was using the sight of him and his presence as my lighthouse through the raging stormy sea I could feel myself being dragged under by. And I was taking her with me.
She wanted it, though.
She was pushing for that side of me.
It was why she’d come here.
I’d demanded the same from her and I sure wasn’t gonna leave her drowning out there alone. I wanted her wrecking with me, being dragged into the undertow. I wanted to see that carefully crafted control and apathy of hers crack into unfixable pieces. Fuck it, I wanted her shattering all over me.
“You’ll fucking choke on me,” I growled, dragging her over to the black leather couch.
As I tossed her on, I snapped my fingers at Julian and gestured at the chest of drawers on the wall opposite the viewing window. A particular drawer.
He raised an eyebrow, then pushed off the door and went to the drawer.
In the next moment, he was unwrapping a vibrant-blue dildo and walking over to us.
He went to pass it to me when he reached us, but I grasped his hand and guided it between Caterina’s thighs, spread wide on the couch. “J’s gonna stuff your cunt full while you swallow my cock. I won’t stop brutalizing your throat until you’re coming all over yourself.” I leaned down and brushed my lips over her cheek. “Until you’re a wet mess. My wet mess.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Shit,” she was gasping in the next second as I guided Julian’s hand, rubbing the thick nine-inch dildo through her folds.
I released him when she started succumbing to it, to him being a part of it, grinding and lifting her hips.
Then I wrenched her up the couch so her head was hanging off the arm at a difficult angle that was gonna cause her some delicious distress when I slid down her throat, making me troublesome to take and resulting in some bliss-filled gagging around my shaft.
Yeah, that thought alone told me the beast was now in the driving seat.
I watched Julian start twisting the dildo into her tight cunt, making her writhe and mewl as she struggled to take its challenging girth.
Lucky for her, he wasn’t a monster. Not in the way I was, at least. He was taking it easy on her.
I, on the other hand, climbed onto the couch and straddled her face.
Then I gripped the back of her head with both hands and shoved my cock into her mouth, driving deep down her throat.
She choked and spluttered, convulsing around the sudden invasion.
“That’s right, swallow me whole,” I grunted, the feel of her wet warmth around my shaft doing insane things to me.
It had been so fucking long.
I held deep for a few moments, watching her struggle, her eyes fill with moisture.
And then I ripped my cock free.
She shocked me then as she screamed and choked all at once, her whole body shuddering as she came just like that, all over the dildo, drenching Julian’s fingers.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, as she rode it like a wild thing.
I slammed back down her throat and fucked her like a brutal machine, feeling her tongue darting out in the process.
“Again,” I heard Julian say, a moment before she screamed around my shaft and came again. So fucking quickly.
I dug my fingers into her shoulder, while I held her head steady and at my mercy too, fucking her mouth rapid-fire, like an unhinged animal.
And, motherfucker, she took it all.
Even as tears streamed down her face and I completely brutalized her throat, she kept tonguing me and swallowing, kept holding my dark gaze defiantly, rising to the challenge and meeting me head-on.
She gripped my ass and tried to ram me down her throat harder, rougher.
It had me slowing instead, watching her take me, witnessing her coming apart for me. Giving herself over to me in a way I’d wanted for so long.
I jolted when Julian suddenly dragged the dildo over my lips.
I turned my head a little to the side so I could see them both. Then he shoved it into my mouth, making me taste her dripping all over it.
With his free hand, he reached into his pocket, then slapped a condom packet into my hand.
He wanted me to get to the big finish, knowing it wouldn’t be over for me until I had her coming all over my cock, but also getting that I was reaching a very dangerous stage.
I pulled from Caterina’s mouth, rolling on the condom and intending to take a moment to get back some control, but then she lurched up, took Julian in a sloppy deep kiss that had him beside himself, then lunged right at me, shrieking.
Fuck.
I caught her at the last second and spun her into the wall.
But she didn’t like that. Or she was too far gone to accept it, because then she was dislodging my grip, and kneeing me in the gut. It had me lurching, then stumbling back when she thrust her fist into my face, too.
I snarled like the beast I was, the beast she’d just called out fully.
I was vaguely aware of Julian trying to intervene, but her knocking him away, before she then ran at me and drove me into the opposite wall.
As I jarred hard against it, she was there, shrieking and scraping her sharp, manicured nails over my face, my throat, down to my pecs, and along my abs.
She grasped my dick in a painful grip, and that just had me pulsing harder in her hand.
She was in a frenzy, drawing blood all over the place, her hands and tongue all over me in moments, too. And then she was wrenching at my shoulders and slamming me back into the wall over and over again, abusing me in a hell of a bliss-inducing way.
“Fuck, yes, there she is. My filthy little princess.”
She ripped me off the wall, then hauled me around, shoving me onto the armchair I’d been sitting on earlier.
My ass had barely hit it when she leapt onto me, screaming and growling and even snarling.
And then she dug her nails into my shoulders and slammed herself down onto my cock.
I roared out into the room and she shrieked as she took all my thickness in one go.
She didn’t even take a minute, before she was riding me like a mad thing, ripping at my hair, then jerking me forward and scraping her nails down my back too.
I grasped her ass and jack hammered up into the tightest cunt I’d ever had the good fortune of fucking, bouncing her on me rapid-fire.
She threw her head back, ripping her hair tie out of her hair, then yanked on it, moving from that to her breasts, even scratching them until they were red-raw.
“More! More!” she cried desperately, completely lost to it.
I went to grab her hand to shove it between us on her needy little clit to make her come apart over my cock, but Julian was suddenly there, spreading her open for a moment, then nestling something between her folds.
It started buzzing in the next second, revealing what it was.
The sensation reverberated violently along my shaft.
The intensity was almost painful.
Just the way I liked it.
He grabbed a fistful of Caterina’s hair and told her, “Shatter all over his big cock, darlin’. Drench that fucking shaft.”
He was trying to end it, to stop things now, before any more damage was done.
Before we did any more damage to each other.
Fuck that.
He was just overreacting.
Obviously sent by Milo.
I shoved all that back down as she bit my shoulder, pain exploding.
As she drew back smirking, blood smeared both her lips and teeth.
“More,” I rasped.
“ No more,” Julian said, a moment before the vibe’s intensity tripled.
Caterina screamed and convulsed on me, ceasing her thrusting and rocking roughly instead, as she came all over my cock.
Her walls clamped down around me fiercely, and I couldn’t hold it any longer.
I abruptly lifted her off my cock with one hand, ripped the condom off, then came all over her stomach and her thighs for good measure.
I needed her wearing my cum.
I put her down on my legs and through the heady pleasure, I was vaguely aware of her about to lash out at me like the beast she’d become for me tonight, when Julian snagged both her arms and yanked them behind her back. The vibrator went crazy, and he held her at his mercy as he forced her to come again and again.
When he finally pulled the vibrator free and tossed it, she was utterly spent, and he lifted her off me and carried her limp body to the couch and laid her down as she looked up at him with dazed eyes, breathing heavily.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he uttered, staggering back and adjusting his hard dick in his pants as he stood there shaking his head at us.
It took me a few moments to come down from it and when I did, when my sanity and ability to think again returned, I saw exactly why he’d pushed things to a faster finish than either me or Caterina had intended.
Her entire body was covered in sweat, her hair matted. There were bruises forming all over her thighs, her throat. Blood trickled down her chest from her nipples and there were scratches all over her too. Her cunt looked red-raw, deliciously well-fucked.
And as for me, sweat completely drenched me too. My face, throat, chest and back were stinging with scratches, many that I could see were bleeding. I was covered in her sweet juices and there were a shitload of bruises all over me too, my skin scored with her bite marks. She’d sunk her teeth in deep. Even my cock had sustained damage from her.
I smiled out at her. Fucking perfect.
It had exceeded all my expectations.
She had.
More than all of that, she’d finally given that part of herself to me.
Our monsters had collided.
And they’d had a fucking field day.
I just knew now, there was no going back for me.
Obsession cemented.
Forevermore.
Forget the marriage directive, forget her calling it fake and just business.
She was mine.
Tonight had seen to it.
There’s no escaping me now, Caterina.