CHAPTER 15
Nirah
“HM,” I SCOFFED, trying to brush off his words but it was fucking hard with him being this close to me.
His lips gently brushed my cheek, stopping at my ear. My lips slightly parted as I closed my eyes.
“Are you okay with other women touching me, tesoro ?” he asked, placing a soft, gentle kiss against my ear.
No . “Are you okay with my lips touching another woman’s?
” He ran both hands up my thighs and gripped my waist. Of course not.
“Are you okay with me touching them ?” he asked and slowly moved his hands to my ass, pulling me toward him, and my eyes felt heavy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to me. He placed soft kisses against my ear, then up my jaw, and stopped with one on the corner of my mouth. “Answer me.”
His lips brushed mine, and suddenly, goosebumps spread across my skin. “No. I’m not,” I confidently replied.
He removed his hand from my ass to lift my chin and slowly dragged his thumb across my bottom lip.
“If your lips touch anyone else’s,” he slowly said, and my lips slightly parted. “I’ll deliver their heads to you in a box,” he cupped my face with both hands. “Jordan’s included. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat, nodding in understanding. Yes, fucking, sir.
“And, if you ever choose anyone else over me again,” he began, his demeanor having shifted to something different.
Sinister . “I’ll bury the two of you side-by-side,” he slowly said, and my heart nearly dropped.
“ Alive ,” he whispered and I squeezed my thighs together.
Oh, that’s fucked up—what is he doing to me?
I removed his hands from my face, and he placed them down flat on the desk, hovering his lips mere inches from mine. “You’re fucked up, De Luca,” I admitted and his tongue shortly darted out to wet his bottom lip.
In the short time I’ve known him, he had done more for me than anyone else had. He risked so much, and made it abundantly clear that he’ll never stop taking care of me. In every aspect. And as fucked up as he is, he gets me. He knows me.
“But, I’m going to need a lot more convincing that I’m yours,” I coaxed him and he reached up, gripping the nape of my neck with a firm hand as his dark gaze met mine. Since the day we met, I could tell that he’d been holding back. “Lay down.”
I swallowed hard, laying back on his desk.
He lowered himself to his chair, tugging me forward and I gasped, gripping the edge.
A tingling sensation rushed through my body, landing between my thighs. He hooked his fingers around the strap of my panties and I lifted my hips. He pulled them down along with my shorts until they reached my feet and let it fall to the floor. Oh, fuck me—what am I getting myself into.
I looked down at him as he gripped the sides of my thighs, leaving trails of kisses on the inside of them. My heart nearly skipped a beat as I looked up at the ceiling.
He traced his tongue up my wet slit, and I slammed my hand over my mouth as my head fell back.
I gripped the side of the desk with one hand as I opened my mouth to moan into my palm.
I raised both of my feet onto the desk, clawing my fingers into the soft wood as he excessively sucked on my clit.
He gripped onto my right thigh, firmly holding it down. He grabbed my left leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, and slipped his tongue deeper inside of me.
“Antonio—” I sighed, feeling his free hand slide between my thighs. His wet tongue glided up to my clit as he slipped two fingers inside of me and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling an unwavering pleasure rush through my body. “Oh, fuck ,” I moaned, and his grip on my legs tightened.
His fingers pumped in and out of me and the wet suck of his mouth forced the muscles in my stomach to tighten.
With ragged gasps, my brows drew together as the vibrations of his hoarse groan against my clit ran up my spine.
His free hand slid up my stomach and he molded my breast in his hand. He squeezed my hard nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making me sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair as I lifted my hips, rocking them against his tongue. “Oh, God, oh —fuck.”
A breathless whine escaped as I tried to squeeze my thighs together. My eyelids hung low as he licked and flicked my clit with his tongue. I whimpered, feeling the suck of his mouth on my sensitive nub again.
He groaned in pleasure, and I could feel him go harder in desperation.
My arousal leaked between my thighs until a blissful orgasm rippled through me. He dragged his tongue over my wet slit, collecting my arousal on his tongue and I shuddered.
My body melted into his desk as I let go of his hair, allowing my arms and legs to fall.
With a heaving chest, I threw my head back against the desk, trying to catch my breath.
Eventually, I propped myself up on my elbows and he leaned back in his chair, staring back at me with deviance. Utterly speechless, I sat up and when my eyes landed on his lap I froze. Did he—
“Did you…”
There was a knock on the door, cutting me off, and my eyes shot open as I looked back. I reached for my shorts, slipping them on before hopping off his desk.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, slamming my hands over my mouth.
“What’s wrong—”
“What’s wrong?” I whisper-yelled, cutting him off. There was a knock again and my head snapped toward the door. “Never mind,” I shook my head. “Let them in.”
He seemed reluctant, but when I encouraged him, he allowed the person behind the door to enter. As the door opened I dropped to the floor—behind his desk—making him smile.
“I’m sorry to bother you, boss, but you have a visitor downstairs,” Cesar said, and momentary silence fell over the room. “Hello, Miss Nirah,” he greeted and my body tensed.
I simply lifted my arm in the air, waving at him. “Hi, Cesar,” I softly said. I rested my forehead against Antonio’s knee, feeling embarrassed.
“Who is it?” Antonio questioned.
“The Lawson brothers,” Cesar answered and Antonio sighed.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” There was a brief pause before his office door closed, and I laid back against his desk, covering my face with both hands. I heard his chair move back, so I peeked at him through my fingers.
He was running his fingers up and down his jaw with the most mischievous grin on his face. “Something wrong?” he mused and I shot up onto my feet.
“Yes, something’s wrong ,” I snapped back with an obvious tone. “What if he,” I paused, inching closer to Antonio. “Heard what just happened?” I fearfully whispered, and oh my God , this man started smiling. Yes. Smiling . “It’s really not something you should be smiling about!”
He pulled me towards him by my waist and I sighed. “My office is soundproof, tesoro ,” he comforted me, and I could have sworn thousands of pounds got lifted off of my shoulders.
“Why’s your office soundproof?” I questioned, resting my hands on my hips.
“Are you getting jealous?” he asked, and my eyes grew wide. I dropped my arms and smiled.
“No. Just curious.”
“Good,” he said, rubbing circles on my waist with his thumb. “I really value my privacy, that’s all.”
“Privacy with woman,” I playfully narrowed my eyes. “Mm,” I teased.
“Nirah Joy Valentino.”
“Not jealous.” I pulled out of his hold.
I tried to run around his desk, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.
“You have a mess to clean up, and I have to get to bed,” I walked over to the door. “Goodnight,” I smiled, blowing him the most dramatic kiss before swiftly turning and opening the door. I walked out, making sure no one saw me. Walk of shame, part one.
* * *
After last night’s events , I slept surprisingly well.
Better than I have in a long time. I got out of the shower and got dressed to go shopping. Retail therapy, because I needed some kind of therapy after letting Antonio go down on me in his office.
I was on cloud nine as I walked into the kitchen and poured myself some water. I heard voices coming from the living room so after I finished my drinking, I skipped to the living room to find Antonio, Cesar and another man conversing.
Antonio stood to the brunette’s left and Cesar to his right. I slowly stopped walking as their eyes landed on me. Oopsie .
“Hello,” the brunette slyly grinned. “Matteo Lawson,” he extended his hand out towards me.
“I’m Nirah,” I said, shaking his hand. We let go and I refrained from rolling my eyes. “I can see you shamelessly checking me out,” I forced a smile and the men all turned back to another guy behind Matteo. Twins .
“Marcus, Lawson,” he smirked, putting his hand out towards me. I hesitantly shook his hand as well and he kissed the back of it. I slowly pulled my hand away—feeling uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, I’ll come back,” I said to Antonio, but he shook his head.
“They were just leaving,” he stopped me, and the twins both snapped their heads towards him.
“I’m in no rush,” Marcus said and Matteo sighed.
“We’ll see you soon , Antonio,” Matteo shook Antonio’s hand. The two men approached me but Matteo pushed Marcus past me. “I apologize for my brother’s horrible manners,” he whispered and I smiled before nodding.
Cesar escorted the men out and Antonio’s eyes darted to me, giving me a look I knew all too well.
“You can throw a tantrum later,” I said, approaching him.
“Sit,” I pointed to the sofa behind him.
He didn’t move so I pushed him down myself.
“Quick question… you’re not really old, right?
” I teased and he raised a brow at me. Cesar finally reentered and I continued.
“Well I’m a dancer and dancers need music and sometimes creativity hits me at three in the morning,” I explained, standing opposite him and he threw one arm over the back of the couch.
“I’m just trying to be mindful of your bedtime, I know old people go to bed early. ”
Cesar let out a humorous breath and Antonio side-eyed him fast. His smile immediately disappeared.