Chapter 36 #2
“I love you, Zia. I know you aren’t ready to hear that.
I know you’re still guarding your heart, but I can’t stop myself from loving you.
I can wait. It’s enough, but I want this.
” I press my hand over his chest. “Eventually, it will be mine, do you understand? I’m not going anywhere.
I’ll be right here, no matter what. Nothing can take me from you, Zia.
Not death, not your ex, not your own fears.
I’m yours, and it’s enough for now, but one day, you’ll give me your heart and I will cherish it.
I’ll help you put its pieces back together. ” I kiss him softly. “I promise.”
“You’ll stay?” he murmurs, his eyes bouncing between mine. “You aren’t leaving?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I vow. “I know what I want. I always have. Whatever it takes, I will fight for you every day if I need to. Keep ringing that bell, baby. I’ll be right here.”
His smile is so wide and happy, it steals my breath. It’s not the same as when he was a kid, but it’s close, and if that doesn’t make me feel like I just won a million championship titles, then I don’t know what would. “So, the bike? You don’t want it?” he asks when we just stand here.
I laugh as I drag him into my arms and hold him. “I want it. It’s from you, after all. I think I know how I can pay for it, however.”
“It better be with your dick,” he mutters, making me laugh again as we break apart. Taking the keys, I look at the bike and grin.
I can’t ride my new baby yet since I’m still injured, but there is something or someone I can ride, and I need to pay him back. As soon as we head upstairs after eating with his father, I’m on him.
The door slams shut, and I press Zia against it before he can react, sliding my lips down his throat. He’s been teasing me all night, whether he realized it or not. His pretty lips and exposed bits of skin all drove me mad, so I slip my hand into his jacket and stroke his stomach as he gasps.
“Nikko, you’re injured,” he protests.
“Not too injured to fuck you,” I growl against his skin as I press my cock against his side so he can feel it. “You’ve been driving me mad. I need you.”
“You need to rest,” he admonishes, even if his voice is breathy, so I pull away and grip his throat, forcing him to look at me.
“I can rest when I’m dead. I’m injured, remember? You should make me feel better.”
“Yeah? And how exactly do you want me to do that?” he flirts, his lips tilting up in a knowing smile.
“On your knees with all your skin exposed for me to pet.” I nip his lips. “Although I’m not fussy, we both know you’re going to give in and let me fuck you, baby.”
He peers up at me through his lashes before seeming to decide something.
His palm presses against my chest and pushes me back.
I allow him to, and his fucking mesmerizing eyes stay on me as he slowly strips his clothes, teasing me until he’s naked.
He’s perfect in a fancy suit, but naked?
He’s powerful, and he knows it as he walks toward me, dragging his hand down my chest and cupping my dick through my jeans.
“I’ll let you fuck me if you’re good and don’t hurt yourself further.
” He squeezes me through my pants until I hiss and roll my hips into his hand.
“But I want it hard and fast. I want it to hurt. I want us both to remember whom our bodies belong to.”
I freeze, knowing he just declared his body belongs to me, and before he can utter another word, I’m on him.
My lips crash onto his in a bruising kiss, and he has no choice but to open his mouth for my invading tongue.
I tangle it with his, eating his mouth until he slaps my chest, but I’m like a man possessed.
Spinning him, I yank his head back and kiss him while he gasps, swallowing his whine as I slide my other hand down his body and squeeze his ass, playing with the fleshy globes until his mouth rips from mine.
“Nikko,” he begs, and I’m lost.
Kicking his legs open, I circle his hole until he grinds his hips back into me for more. I force two digits inside his tight, hot ass and cover his mouth with my other hand, muting his cries of pleasure and pain as he pushes back to take more of me.
Fuck, he’s so goddamn perfect.
“The door doesn’t have a lock now. If you scream like you normally do, your guards will come in here,” I warn. “I still wouldn’t stop.” I release his mouth and slide my hand down his muscles to grip his throbbing cock.
His moan is muffled as I pump hard and fast, adding a third finger in his tight hole and stretching him until he jerks in my hand, ready to come. I push him over the edge, hitting that special spot as I tighten my fist, and he cries out as he spurts across my fingers and his stomach.
I catch him with my good arm as I pull free of him and open my jeans. I don’t have time to get naked, my hands shaking from how badly I need to be inside him.
I shove them down just far enough to move, and then I bend him forward and push into him raw, forcing myself into his clinging hole as he bites my arm to muffle his noises.
I pull out and slam inside him with a brutal twist of my hips.
He falls forward, but I drag him back to me and start to move as his teeth press deeper, drawing blood.
I let him. I’d let him tear me to pieces and I still wouldn’t stop.
I force him to take all of me until he’s writhing so much, I have no choice but to grip his hair, yanking him from my skin.
Dragging my hand down his throat, I pull him back with my good arm and slam into his perfect ass. “Feel how thankful I am?” I whisper into his ear as I bottom out inside him. “Feel how grateful your boyfriend is?”
“Nikko,” he begs, his eyes wild as he glances back at me. “Please.”
Growling, I turn and press him into the bed so I can hold his hip with my good arm, knowing if I hurt myself, he’ll walk away. His face is against the bedding, his hands fisting it as he pushes back to take me. I’m a man possessed, claiming his perfect ass as mine.
Leaning over, I bite his back, leaving marks on every inch of skin I can reach so everyone knows he belongs to me. With each one, Zia whimpers, a noise that goes straight to my cock.
He feels so fucking good, I can’t stand it.
“Scream for me,” I demand as my mouth brushes against his ear, my hand sliding around to squeeze his balls. “Scream as you come.”
Like my words are a trigger, he jerks below me, bellowing into the bedding as I feel him come again, and I can’t hold back. My release bursts from me, the force taking me by surprise, and I practically fall into him as pleasure consumes my body.
When I can finally breathe again, I push myself off him, knowing I’m heavy, then I slowly pull from his ass and watch his abused hole drip with my cum. The sight is so fucking sexy, I lean down and bite his cheek before licking him clean.
His elbow catches me, pushing me off as he flips over. Panting, he looks at me with wide eyes, and I grin in satisfaction. “I should buy a million bikes,” he teases, making us both laugh.
When I can walk, I head to the bathroom and clean up before helping him, then I toss the towel into the laundry basket in the bathroom since he looks like he has no intention of moving. That’s fine. I’ll always look after my baby.
I climb into bed and pull him against my chest, and he sighs happily as I kiss his forehead. “I could deal with this, you know?” he murmurs, drawing circles on my chest.
“What?” I ask.
“Working and coming home to you. It’s domestic. It’s nice.” He looks up at me, his eyes sparkling, and I fall into their depths. “Knowing you’re there . . . I always come home to an empty house, but you’ve spoiled me.”
“Good. I want to spoil you. I might not have as much money as you do, but I’ll never make you feel lonely. I’ll never let you eat or sleep alone. I’ll spoil you every day, so you never want to leave me. It’s my evil plan,” I tease, dragging my hand down his back.
“So evil.” He presses a kiss over my pounding heart. Does he know it only beats for him? “Good night, baby.”
“Good night, Zia.” I kiss him again and close my eyes, feeling happier than I’ve ever been.