Chapter Forty-Anna
CHAPTER FORTY-ANNA
“ W here do you think you’re going, Wife?”
Nico flexes his hips, and I cease my struggling. The thick bar of his cock is right against the crack of my ass. He flexes again and I bite my tongue to keep from moaning.
I don’t want to like how it feels, but I do.
“Let me go,” I tell him.
“No,” he says then backs up, the steel band of his arms tight around my waist.
He picks me up, and I ignore the men standing guard outside his office. He dips his chin, and one opens the office door. Then we’re inside and Nico kicks it shut.
He is still holding me when he slams one hand on the biometric pad, engaging all locks .
“Nico, I want to leave.”
“Too bad,” he says, bringing me to the bedroom I know is behind the second door.
I struggle.
How many other women has he had there?
“None. You are the only woman I have ever brought here. The only woman who ever slept in my bed at the condo. The only woman in my life, period.”
I growl in frustration and stomp my foot down on top of his. Finally, he lets go, and I try to move, but he’s blocking the way.
“Oh really? Then what was that upstairs, huh? You just giving out free protection to every girl in a tight dress?” I spit the question.
My chest is heaving, and his eyes are drawn to it. I want to kick him, but there’s no room.
“Speaking of tight dresses,” he growls, and his fingers dip between my cleavage as he pulls me closer.
My whole body is tingling. I shouldn’t let him do this, but when he dips his head and claims my lips, I can’t help myself. I kiss him back.
“You look so fucking good, Rosebud. You wear this for me?” he asks, and I feel his hand snake up my spine, gripping the base of my neck .
He tilts my head to deepen the kiss, and I let him. God help me, I participate. My tongue is sliding against his and I drink him in. His spicy sweet essence hits me hard, and I am drunk on it.
Then I remember the skinny woman upstairs and I bite down on his lower lip.
Hard.
Hard enough to draw blood.
Nico lifts his head. His eyes are blazing, and red stains his lips. But he’s not mad.
I should have remembered this is Nico. He’s no stranger to violence, and I think it turns him on even more.
“Feel this, Rosebud?” he asks, pressing his hard length against my belly before shoving my back onto the mattress.
“This is all for you.”
“I don’t want it,” I lie.
“Yes, you do. You fucking love it. You love me.”
His smile mocks me, and in that moment, I hate him.
“Nah. You got too much love inside that hot little body and your big heart, you might want to hate me. But you can’t,” he says, and it’s true.
His hands slide up my thighs, lifting the skirt to my dress, and Nico groans, his eyes on the lacy little thing I wore just for him.
“Fuck. You went outside like this?” he asks and grits his teeth.
Then he pulls my panties off, and I hear the lace tearing.
And the sound of that is hot.
So damn hot.
My pussy clenches, and proof of my arousal starts dripping down my thighs. This need I feel is deep, like soul deep. Something inside me is starving for him.
Like I’ve been incomplete without him. I’m still mad, but I want him.
“You wet for me, Rosebud? Let me see. Show your husband how hot you are for my dick,” he grunts, pressing his enormous hands against my knees and forcing my legs to open wide.
“Godfuckingdamn. You’re glistening,” he says, and heat burns my cheeks.
But I can’t be embarrassed. Not in front of this man who’s seen me at my absolute worst.
“What about her?” I say as he starts to undo his pants with one hand.
“Her who? ”
“Your little girlfriend upstairs,” I grunt and try to shake his hold off me,
“What? Anna, there is no girlfriend. There is no one. There. Is. Only. You.”
Nico’s voice drops an octave, and he plunges all of his length into me with one hard push as he utters that last word.
He seats himself fully, his head drops back and pure bliss flutters across his face.
My mouth drops open. So many feelings fill me.
I’m confused.
I’m hurt.
I’m relieved.
I’m so full.
My sex clamps down around him. Nico grunts. He feels so good. Then he’s crawling over me, using his muscles to push me up the bed while he remains buried inside.
“Nico,” I whine, needing more, needing him.
“I got you, Baby. I missed this body. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside this sweet pussy.”
I agree. And I cling to him. My hands are gripping his waist, then lowering to shove his pants down farther so I can squeeze his ass.
Nico is a beast. He’s dominant and intense. His body seems made for me. And I love every bit of it .
“Love you, Rosebud, so fucking much,” he says as he fucks me.
He tears at my pretty dress, but I don’t give two shits. I need to feel all of him, too. And as he rips off his shirt and presses his chest to my swollen, aching breasts I moan aloud.
“Fuck. S’good,” he says.
I nod and watch as he claims me with his body. His face is a story. And that story is so damn complex.
He looks like he’s in the throes of something biblical. Something heart wrenching and soul breaking. I want to soothe him. To ease whatever he is feeling, but I feel it, too.
His hands are on my throat, and he squeezes, those electric eyes watching me for every expression following my movements hungrily like he can't wait to learn everything about me.
I let him. I give him complete control of my body, and he rewards me with another long stroke of his dick, grinding his pubis against my clit and sending torrents of ecstasy racing through me.
The way he makes me feel, I can’t describe it. It just gets better every time. It’s more every single time .
My pussy twitches and flutters, I am so ready to explode.
“Tell me,” he commands.
“Gonna, oh fuck, Nico, I’m coming.”
And he’s right there with me.