Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Nico
I look at the shoe that missed my head by barely an inch, then slowly turn my gaze back to her.
Eleonora is on her feet now, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury.
“So now you remember I exist?” she spits. “All it took was me trying to run for you to stop ignoring me for three whole fucking days? Acting like I don’t exist, avoiding me like I’m some disease—”
I chuckle, low and dark, stepping closer.
“So this is how you ask for my attention? By trying to run?” My voice drops. “If you needed me that badly, all you had to do was ask, princess.”
“Don't call me that. And I don’t want your stupid attention,” she snaps. “I want to leave this house. I don’t care about whatever deal you have with my father. I’m going back to my sisters. I’m done being used by all of you. Fuck you.”
I close the distance in two steps, towering over her.
“Fuck me?” I repeat softly, dangerously. “If you ask nicely, I might just let you.”
“Only in your dreams will I let you touch me, Nico.”
“You keep saying that… but we both know that's not true.”
Before she can respond, I grab her by the throat — not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to feel her pulse hammering against my palm.
“Because last I checked,” I murmur, lips brushing her ear, “a few nights ago I had my fingers buried deep in that tight little pussy while you were moaning and screaming my name, squirting all over my hand. That wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Her breath hitches sharply. I know exactly where her mind just went. I feel her swallow against my palm.
“You’re feeling deprived, aren’t you?” I whisper, thumb stroking the side of her neck. “You got a taste of what it feels like to come on my fingers, and now you’re aching for more. That little tantrum tonight… was that your way of asking me to fuck you properly?”
“It wasn’t a tantrum,” she breathes, voice shaky. “I want to go.”
“Is that so?” I slide my other hand down her side, gripping her waist. “Because your body is telling me something very different. It’s practically begging me to bend you over and fill you up.”
I lean in until our lips are almost touching.
“Have I made an addict out of you already?” My voice is barely above a whisper. “Is that it? You tasted me once and now you’re craving another hit?”
“I won't let you touch me,” she hisses again, but there’s no heat left in it.
I smile against her mouth.
“You keep saying that…” I murmur, “yet you still haven’t said no.”
Then I seal my lips over hers.
The kiss is rough, hungry, and possessive. I devour her, tongue stroking deep, claiming every gasp and whimper because they belong to me. She melts almost instantly, hands fisting in my shirt as she kisses me back like she’s starving for it.
I don’t know how I’ve managed to stay away from her for the past few days. Kissing her feels like coming home.
She tastes like sin and surrender. Sweet, warm, and so fucking addictive. She moans into my mouth, soft and needy. That sound undoes me. I growl against her lips, tilting her head back so I can kiss her deeper.
My hands move up her body, sliding under the hem of the black polo she’s wearing, my shirt. The sight of her in it does something feral to me. Possessive. She tried to run tonight, but she still put on something of mine.
I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples, and she arches into my touch with a broken whimper. I squeeze them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s panting against my mouth.
I break the kiss just enough to trail my lips down her neck, sucking on her pulse point as my hand slides lower. I slip my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, pushing past her panties, and find her soaked.
“Fuck,” I groan against her throat.
She bucks against my hand the moment my fingers glide over her swollen clit. I circle it slowly, teasing, then slide two fingers deep inside her tight heat.
She gasps sharply, head falling back. “Nico…”
The sound of my name on her lips while she’s clenching around my fingers makes my cock throb painfully. She’s so warm. So fucking tight. I pump my fingers in and out, curling them against that spot that makes her tremble, while my thumb keeps rubbing firm circles on her clit.
“You’re mine,” I whisper hotly against her ear, biting the lobe. “You’re not leaving me. You can try to run, but I’ll always catch you, Eleonora. This pussy knows who it belongs to.”
She moans loudly, hips rolling desperately against my hand, chasing the pleasure. Her walls flutter and squeeze around my fingers as she gets closer.
“Go on,” I growl, fucking her harder with my fingers. “Come for me.”
Her breath hitches, and she cries out, back arching, thighs clamping around my wrist as she comes hard. Her pussy spasms rhythmically around my fingers, soaking my hand. I keep stroking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s shaking and whimpering in my arms.
When she finally slumps against me, breathing ragged, I slowly pull my fingers out and bring them up to her swollen lips.
“Open,” I command softly.
Like the greedy girl she is, she parts her lips and sucks my fingers into her mouth, tasting herself on my skin.
Her tongue swirls around them, warm and eager.
The sight is so fucking obscene I nearly lose it right there.
I can’t stop imagining those pretty lips wrapped around my cock instead, sucking me deep while she looks up at me with those dark, needy eyes.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I pull my fingers free and crush my mouth to hers, kissing her deep, tasting her arousal on her tongue. She moans into the kiss, hands sliding up my chest, tugging desperately at my shirt like she needs me closer.
I break the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over her head. The sight of her in it had already done dangerous things to me, but seeing her bare now, full breasts and tight nipples, makes me almost come undone.
“You had my shirt on when you tried to run,” I growl against her mouth, hands roaming down her body. “My little thief.”
She shivers. “It's black. I needed to blend into the night.”
“Is that so?” I murmur, kissing her again, harder this time. “Was that the only reason?”
“Yes.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, dragging her leggings and panties down in one rough motion. I rip the lace clean off when it catches on her ankle.
Hooking one of her thighs over my shoulder, I bury my face between her legs. “Liar.”
Her scent hits me like a drug. Sweet, musky. I’ve been craving this for days. I’ve been fucking starving for it.
I groan against her pussy. “I’ve been thinking about this cunt for days,” I confess, voice rough. “You’ve been messing with my head, baby.”
Then I drag my tongue slowly up her slit, licking her from entrance to clit. She bucks hard against the wall, crying out my name, fingers threading tightly through my hair.
I don’t hold back.
I devour her, licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue like a man possessed. I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, flicking it mercilessly while sliding two fingers deep inside her tight heat. She’s soaking, dripping down my chin, and the wet, obscene sounds of me eating her out fill the room.
“Oh God—” she moans loudly.
I pull back just enough to growl against her dripping pussy, “Not God, baby. It's me eating you out.”
I curl my fingers harder, sucking her clit in rhythm until she’s shaking, thighs trembling around my head.
“Nico—!” she cries out, voice breaking. “Fuck, Nico—”
She comes hard, screaming my name loud enough that I’m sure half the house can hear her. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, gushing all over my tongue and chin as she rides my face through her orgasm.
I don’t stop. I lap up every drop, groaning against her like she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, until she’s a trembling, whimpering mess.
I rise to my feet, keeping one arm wrapped around her waist so she doesn’t collapse. Her legs are shaking so badly, breath coming in shaky little pants as she slowly comes down from her high.
I lean in and kiss her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. She shivers against me.
“I don't think we should do this…” she whispers, voice hoarse.
I smile against her throat and kiss her again, higher this time. “Why?”
“We can’t do this.”
Another kiss, this one with a hint of teeth. “Why?”
“I can’t sleep with you.”
“Baby, I think you've got it confused, we won't be doing much of sleeping.”
I trail my lips lower, sucking lightly on her pulse point.
Her breath hitches. “You know what I mean.”
“You still haven’t told me why.”
She exhales shakily. “Because… the moment I sleep with you, I’ll be ruined for another man. Damaged goods. That’s how our world works. You know it.”
I pause, a flicker of irritation cutting through the lust. She’s thinking about other men right now? While my mouth was just buried in her pussy and she was screaming my name?
I pull back just enough to look at her, my hand sliding back between her thighs, fingers gliding through her soaked folds.
“Let’s get one thing straight. You’re not going to be with another man. Ever. You’re mine. If anyone’s ruining you, it’s me, and I’m ruining you for myself. No other man will ever touch you. The ones who try will die wishing they hadn’t.”
Her breath hitches. “What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what I said.” I push two fingers back inside her, curling them slowly. She gasps, hips jerking against my hand. “So… do you still want me to stop?”
She shakes her head frantically, a soft whimper escaping her.
“Use your words, baby.”
“No,” she breathes, voice breaking. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
I stroke her deeper, thumb circling her swollen clit. “Then what do you want?”
She bites her lip, eyes glassy with need. Then, barely above a whisper:
“Fuck me.”
A dark chuckle rumbles from my chest.
“Just what I thought.”