Chapter 33 – Rae
Blood moved through my veins like a jack hammer.
I couldn’t control the smile that stretched over my face.
He was coming. Right behind me? A few minutes delay?
It didn’t matter. I rushed down the second-floor hall, past the closed doors of the sleeping Grimaldis.
The idea of being caught sneaking into the heir’s room only heightened the anticipation.
I was in over my head, fueled by the sweetest rush.
I skidded to a halt on the threshold of Nico’s room.
What now?
Just stand here? Wait for him? I contemplated the room.
The threat of punishment wasn’t half as frightening as it should have been. But I would be damned if I just stood around like complacent prey, waiting in the den to be captured.
I spun on my toe and took off.
Bolting to the opposite end of the hall, I tiptoed down the grand staircase. Nico needed to feel the challenge, and I would survive whatever he had in store for me.
He’ll never hurt me.
Well…not physically. The pain he promised to dole out would be laced with a blissful pleasure.
If my heart came through the experience unscathed was a problem for another day.
But I was done running from this thing between us in the name of protecting the feeble organ.
Nico was unforgettable. There would never be another to take his place.
And I would be an idiot not to soak up every minute of our time together.
A shadow moved in the foyer below.
I stopped short on the first landing, peering into the dark.
It took my lust-drunk brain too many seconds to properly register the threat. There was someone down there, and I crouched to watch. The shadow approached and began to slowly mount the stairs.
Too late recognition took over.
It wasn’t an intruder. That was my monster, and my heart jumped the moment his gaze snared on mine.
With a stifled yelp, I took off running back up the stairs. It was as if he knew I was going to run and had chosen not to take the back stairs. Blast it! He was good.
And fast.
Just as my feet scaled the top steps, Nico lunged and snared my ankle.
I fell forward with a soundless scream. But his arm was there, catching me before I crashed. The air left my lungs with a whoosh as he tackled me. That hard body pinned me. A second later the soft tear of fabric ripped through the air.
My bare skin felt the cool rush of air right before his palm rained down on my ass. I opened my mouth to protest, but something was roughly shoved inside. Nico clamped his left hand over my mouth, forcing the gag inside as he continued to paddle my ass.
I wriggled. Grunting hard breaths of protest that sounded animalistic shot out of me. The shockwave of stings and bites of pain were tempered the moment his hand stilled on my smarting skin.
“So bad,” he rasped against my ear. “But how can I be mad when you take your punishment so well?”
His hand rubbed and kneaded the flesh of my ass before slipping down between my legs. A moan ripped from my chest as his fingers found my pussy.
“Look how wet this makes you.” Nico slid his fingers with deft purpose. “What a little slut for punishment you are, cherry-bomb.”
I arched into his touch. The remnants of pain from the vicious spanking disappeared in the rush of pleasure his fingers created.
Nico rose and flipped me onto my back. The sudden move was as gentle as it was rough. He moved to the top step, tugging my panties down my legs before spreading them.
Right here. On the stairs.
His mouth latched onto my clit and sucked hard.
My back bowed off the floor. Anyone could catch us.
And yet the beast was feasting without concern.
I pulled the gag—a tie—from my mouth. Bunching it, I ground the material in my face.
I was breathing hard. The cologne Nico wore was spritzed on the material, faint but there.
The cool burst of wintery greens was a balm to the burn sizzling through me.
My legs tightened around him as he sucked and laved with his tongue, pushing me to the delicious edge.
“Nico. Nico!” I chanted under my breath.
The monster pulled back. His fingers slapped my pussy. The sting shot straight through my core. “Quiet, baby.”
Before I could protest, he sank his fingers deep in my channel. Every muscle clenched tight at the invasion. Before my body could adjust, his mouth was back on my pussy.
The song of the moment became a series of quick, uneven breaths to the tune of pure, blissful pleasure.
Nico worked me straight to the brink of a release. There was just him and me. Everything else fell away to the rise of a beautiful orgasm. My core tightened, and I curled into the impending crash.
And then he was gone.
My brain short-circuited. One moment I was on my back, the next I was being lifted from the ground. Nico carried me to his room.
“But,” I protested, “I didn’t come.”
The bastard smirked.
An alarm peeled in mind.
Kicking the door shut, he strode to the bed and tossed me on the cover. “Only good girls get to come, my sweet bomb.”
I launched upright. Already the intended orgasm was ebbing away. My body screamed in protest. The monster was edging me!
“How fucking dare you—”
He surged forward and pressed a finger against my lips. “Volume.”
Awareness seeped into my enraged mind. I sat there, breathing hard, promising him death with a silent look.
“If you’d like to come”—he straightened and began unbuttoning his dress shirt—“show me.”
Unbelievable. I shook with anger. He thought this was funny! Well, it would serve him right if I marched out that door and showed him just how hilarious I thought it was.
Nico stepped to the side, blocking my view of the door. “Don’t even think about leaving, Magnolia Rae.” His voice was granite. “I will chase you down, and you won’t like what happens when I catch you.”
Temptation spiked wild and relentless, spreading through my body through every vein and artery. But it couldn’t quell the throbbing between my legs.
I needed to come.
“What do you want?” I ground out.
Nico pulled my panties from his pocket. He drew them slowly between his fingers, considering me.
“Everything, Rae.” That hard voice sent a shiver down my spine. “I. Want. Everything.”
Whoa. I sat back on my haunches. Get it together.
What I knew was that if I felt this raging fire from my time spent with him the effect was equally as obvious in him. I wasn’t a passive participant in this game. And it was time to drag him to the depths of delirium with me.
I slid my hands up my stomach, pausing to push and knead my aching breasts.
Nico’s sharp hiss was as much a testament to his desire as it was a warning to me.
I continued the path up the wide straps of the dress to where they met behind my neck.
I snapped the fastening and dropped the bodice down to expose my front.
“I’ll repent.”
Those two words lit a spark. Nico went unnaturally still. His hungry gaze was a tangible caress on my bare breasts.
“What should I do…now?” I breathed.
He rolled his wrist, palm up, and one finger crooked in a come here motion. I held myself back, not rushing as I inched to the edge of the bed. I was going to make this man lose himself.
I lowered one foot to the plush carpet, and then the other. I felt sexy, driving him crazy as he did me.
“Put out your hands.” His command vibrated down my spine, making me shiver.
Nico looped the lacy material of my panties over my right wrist. Twisting it, he made a second loop on the same. Tugging on the restraint, he brought his lips to the sensitive skin of my inner arm. His kisses trailed down my vein, tasting my pulse.
“I’m going to bind you, baby. You’re safe with me.” He pulled my left hand up, kissing the skin there too. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”
Damn me, I did trust him. Almost enough to tell him my troubles. But that would only pause this game, and I was having too much fun.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I do.”
“So good,” he murmured against my flesh. He wrapped the panties around my left wrist—once, then twice.
It wasn’t tight. I was still free to move.
Nico pinched the length in the center of the binding. “Look at you. So willing. Trusting me with this.”
I gulped.
“You have no idea what this means to me, Rae.”
I had a pretty good idea, because instead of panic, I felt nothing but surging anticipation.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
Nico kept hold of the panties, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger as I bent before him. When my knees hit the carpet, he brought my bound hands to his stomach. The hard planes of muscle were warm. Soft. Intoxicating.
“Show me how sorry you are,” he growled and flicked the clasp of his trousers open. The zipper sliding down was a loud tear in the quiet room. “Show me you deserve to come.”
Nico pushed his pants down his thighs and then crossed his arms over his chest. It was my turn, his part was over.
I licked my lips and slowly drug my hands down the cut lines of his abs. What this monster didn’t realize was that the secret to giving good head was enjoying it. And I fucking loved it.
It was time to show him how much power this position gave me.
I tugged his form-fitting boxers down his legs with a vicious yank. He didn’t wobble. They said revenge was a dish best served cold, and the way his cock stuck out, straining straight and stiff, it was the perfect opportunity.
My fingers cupped his balls, kneading the taught sack hard.
I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his length.
I knew he was huge, but as I tasted him, I was not only confronted with the sheer size of him, but the aesthetic beauty.
He was velvety soft. Thick veins ran under the surface. And the tip? It was perfectly soft.
A bead of precum leaked out, ready for the flick of my tongue.
“Mmm, delicious,” I moaned.
Nico’s breath hitched. It was the only tell. Otherwise, he remained a figure of stone, standing over me.
I took my time, running my tongue up and down while squeezing and massaging his balls. At the end, I swirled my tongue around his tip, pushing it between my lips, teasing before leaving to lick again.
When I was good and ready, I pulled him into my mouth. It was maybe an inch. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard.
Nico cursed in Italian.
I grinned and bobbed my head. Each thrust was shallow. Controlled. Agonizing. My pussy was so damn wet. I wondered what he would do if I touched myself. But this right now was about him. He’d edged me. This was me turning the tables.
Switching between long licks and short bursts of sucking, I drew out the oral pleasure.
His body began to shake. The small quivers were a clue that I was torturing him.
I took his cock a little deeper and made the sucking last a little longer.
My fingers shifted to the end of his shaft, and I pumped him slowly.
A strained groan left his lips. That was the signal I was looking for. His iron control was sufficiently frayed. It was time to unleash the beast and send him over the edge.
Because my hands were bound, I grabbed only one thigh to brace myself against instead of both solid trunks. I swallowed his cock—
And then tapped three times.
Whether Nico understood the signal or he snapped, it was hard to say.
But he did exactly what I wanted him to do.
He took control. Pulling his hips back, he thrust into my mouth with a vicious snap of his hips.
I focused on my breathing. My eyes fluttered closed, and I took every drop of his brutality as he fucked my mouth.
“I knew fucking this dirty mouth was going to be the death of me,” he hissed.
Maybe it would kill us both.
I shifted my thighs together, knowing I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer for my own release.
But there was no holding the monster back. Nico was right there. In seconds, he pushed down my throat and emptied himself with a strangled groan.
I swallowed every last drop.
“Cazzo, non me l’aspettavo,” he rasped. His voice was raw, as though he’d been screaming.
I pulled back, lips sucking tight as they skimmed his length. When I released him with an audible pop, I leaned back on my heels and looked up into his beautiful face.
“What did that mean?”
Ragged breaths filled the space between us. “I said, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What?” I smirked. “That I give great head?”
He nodded, brows drawing together. “That you’d swallow.”
I pressed a kiss against the side of his still stiff erection. This wasn’t the time to confess it was the first time I’d done it without protection. I’d never tasted another man. Nico’s ego didn’t need that truth right now.
“Have I fulfilled my penance?” I breathed.
“Yes,” he growled and reached for me.
He plucked me off the ground as if I weighed nothing more than a pillow. Tossing me onto the mattress, my back bounced, and I barely hid the giggle of delight.
Nico paused only to kick out of the rest of his clothing before he prowled over me. His movements gentled as he snatched my hands. Slowly, he pulled the panties off.
“Thank you, Rae,” he murmured and pressed a kiss on the pad of my palm. “Your trust is something I will treasure.”
My stupid heart pattered, and emotion tickled my eyes. I didn’t trust myself to speak without betraying myself, so I kept quiet.
Nico released me and lowered himself over my body. His fingers moved between my legs, covering his cock with my wetness.
“Nico! Protection,” I gasped.
“No.” The word was hard. “What will be, will be.”
I scrambled to escape him. “That’s the dumbest idea—oh, blast it,” I hissed as he sank into me.
Skin on skin. It felt utterly amazing.
“See,” he argued. “See how you were made for me?”
I moaned as he pulled back and pushed forward, giving me more of his thick length.
I could always do something about it tomorrow.
Yet the idea, the inkling in the back of my mind, whispered what if.
We were so good together. Would it be the end of the world to be tied in such a permanent way to this man?
Or be a single mom when it ends?
I shoved that thought to the back of my mind with a brutal force.
He wasn’t the kind of man to abandon a family.
If that was what I was, I was his. The results of tonight were tomorrow’s concern.
Right now, I was in the moment, being connected in such a tangible way.
There was room for nothing else besides him and me.
“Cazzo, sei bravissima!” He pressed his lips against my throat. His tongue laved my pulse before he whispered, “You enchant me, Rae.”