Chapter 17 Nico
The ride back feels shorter.
Maybe because my head is already in the penthouse, picturing how she looked pressed to the wall, how her lips felt under mine, how her voice went breathy when I told her how I wanted to control her.
By the time the door opens into my living room, my control is a taut wire.
She’s at the island when I step in.
Hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, bare feet tucked on the lower rung of the stool, laptop open in front of her. One of my hoodies hangs off one shoulder, sleeves too long, swallowing her hands. She’s frowning in concentration, lip caught between her teeth as she scrolls.
It hits me then.
Hard.
She looks like she belongs here.
Not like a guest, not like a problem.
Like a woman who might one day leave a coffee cup in the sink and a book on the arm of the couch and shoes by the door, and it wouldn’t feel like an intrusion.
It would feel like home.
She looks up the second the door opens, as if she felt me before she heard me. Her face softens. Just a bit. Just enough to make my chest ache.
“You’re back,” she says, voice a little breathless, like she’s been waiting.
Something eases between my shoulders.
“Of course I’m back,” I say. “I told you I would be.”
Her mouth does that almost-smile thing that makes me want to bite it. “How was the meeting?”
“Boring but useful.” I shrug out of my jacket, draping it over a chair. “We’re closing in.”
Her brows knit. “On who’s behind it?”
“On the shape of the game,” I say. “The names come next.”
She nods slowly, accepting that, even though I can see a hundred questions hiding behind her eyes.
Good.
We’ll get to them.
Right now, I want something else.
I walk toward her, slow, deliberate.
Her breath hitches.
“Did you get any work done?” I ask, nodding toward the laptop.
“A bit.” She turns the screen so I can see. “Cross-referencing what I remember from my notes with the companies Adriano mentioned. There are some overlaps. I made a list.”
Of course she did.
Her fingers brush the keyboard and I watch the way they move: sure, quick, capable. Those same fingers clutched my shirt last night in her sleep, like she was afraid I’d disappear.
“I’ll have Adi look at it,” I say. “You did good.”
She preens, just a little.
I like it more than I should. My girl has a praise kink, and I doubt she’s even aware of it.
Silence stretches between us, heavy with everything we didn’t say this morning.
My terms.
Her agreement.
She’s mine now.
I step closer until I’m standing between her knees, the stool pulling me into her space. Her eyes go wide, pupils dark, breath catching.
“Nico…” she whispers.
“Belle.”
I slip my hands to her hips, fingers curling in the soft fabric of the hoodie, thumbs brushing the sliver of skin where the hem has ridden up. She shivers.
“You changed your mind yet?” I ask quietly. “About us. About this.”
She swallows, gaze locked on mine. “No.”
Good.
Because, God help us both, neither have I.
She’s still watching me like she can’t quite decide if I’m about to kiss her or ruin her. Truth is, I haven’t decided either. Probably both.
My hands tighten on her hips, just enough for her breath to catch, just enough to remind her who she gave her word to this morning.
“Nico…” she whispers.
“Belle.” I lean down and slam my lips to hers, slow at first, claiming the shape of her mouth, tasting her soft sounds, then deeper when she opens for me, her fingers curling in the front of my shirt.
She trembles, and something primal in me snaps loose.
My tongue enters her mouth as I bring my hands up to cup her face, angling her so I can take her deeper.
Fuck, she tastes like the sweetest sin. Nothing about this feels controlled, it’s more of a runaway train, untamed, wild.
By the time I lift my head, she’s breathing hard, lips swollen, eyes wide and dazed.
Thank fuck it’s not just me so affected. She looks drunk on my kiss, desperate for more.
Exactly how I want her. I drag my thumbs along her neck, feeling the shiver that rolls through her. “You remember what you offered me this morning?”
Her throat works. “Yes.”
“And you remember what I agreed to?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
Her voice is barely a breath. “Your terms.”
“That’s right.” I lean down, brushing my mouth along the curve of her jaw, slow enough that she sways toward me. “And right now, I want you splayed out on my bed.”
Her breath stutters.
I hold her still, just a fraction rougher. “Go to my room.”
She freezes, her breath coming in short pants, causing her tits to brush against my chest, her hard nipples teasing me.
“Upstairs,” I clarify, my voice dropping into the tone that makes her thighs press together. “My bed. Not yours.” My entire bedroom suite is on the second floor along with my home gym and cinema room.
I step back half an inch, enough to look her fully in the eyes. “When I walk in,” I say softly, “I want to see you waiting for me.” A beat. A pulse. “Naked and wet.”
Her lips part on a shaky inhale.
“And, Belle?” I lower my head until my mouth almost touches hers again. “If you hesitate… I’ll come find you myself. And trust me, my way will be much less gentle.”
Her entire body jolts.
She slips off the stool slowly, eyes locked on mine the whole time. No argument. No teasing. Just breathless obedience wrapped in anticipation.
Good girl.
I watch her pad toward the stairs, that stolen zip-up hoodie hanging off her shoulder, exposing the line of her neck. She disappears around the corner, and I let out a slow, ragged exhale, forcing my control into place.
Fuck, this woman is going to ruin me and I don’t fucking care. One taste is all it took, now I’m hooked on her like a junky jonesing for crack.
When I finally move, I take my time, grappling the edges of my control into place.
I remove my jacket. Loosen my tie. Roll my sleeves up my forearms, slow enough to feel the tension coil through my muscles.
Then I head to my room.
The door is open just an inch. An invitation, tempting me to indulge. I push it wider.
And there she is.
Lying in the center of my bed, hair loose around her shoulders, nothing covering her skin but the flush rising over her chest. She’s beautiful, even with the bruises on her delicate skin, she’s a siren.
High, full tits with rose pink nipples just begging for my mouth.
A soft, flat tummy that leads to a bare pussy that makes my cock ache to feel it.
But my gaze is glued to the hand she has between her legs, the low whimpers coming from her as she circles her clit.
And her eyes are on me as she does it. Fuck, that’s so hot, her quiet quest for her own pleasure.
I can see the wet desire glisten on her lips from here.
Fuck.
I close the door behind me without a sound. Every instinct I have roars awake.
She swallows hard. “N-Nico?”
“I’m here,” I say, and my voice comes out low, rough, barely human. “And you did exactly what I asked, didn’t you?”
She nods.
“Good girl. Although you did start without me, and that’s naughty.
” Her breath shudders at my words. I walk slowly around the bed, circling her, taking in every curve, every tremor, every inch of bare skin she’s offering me.
She turns her head slightly to follow my movement, her hand still moving between her legs.
“Open your legs wider,” I murmur. “Let me look at you.”
She obeys.
I drag the back of my fingers up the line of her ribs, slow enough that she arches into the touch. Goosebumps rise across her skin. She lets out a small, helpless sound that hits me straight in the chest.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur above her. “Did you know that?”
She gives the tiniest shake of her head.
I lean down, lips grazing her shoulder. “You will.”
I move to the foot of the bed, grip her ankles gently but firmly, and guide her forward until she’s at the edge. She gasps, her hands falling from her soaked pussy, chest rising.
“Stay just like that,” I say, lowering myself to my knees.
Her breath catches so sharply it’s almost a sob.
I look up at her, hands sliding slowly, purposefully, up the backs of her thighs.
“You offered yourself to me, Belle,” I say softly. “You sure you can handle what that means?”
She nods, dazed. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I can handle it.”
A slow, dangerous smile pulls at my mouth. “Then let me taste how badly you want me.”
Her whole body trembles.
I lower my head, my mouth salivating as I inhale her addictive scent.
And when my mouth finally presses against her soaked pussy, I find nirvana. Her back arches, her fingers twist in my hair, and she whispers my name like a prayer she doesn’t know she’s saying.
Her hips roll as she tries to fuck my face, and a haze of lust makes me groan, her taste flooding my mouth.
God, this woman is something else. I run my thumbs along her pussy lips, opening her up, before I run my tongue through her folds.
My dick is harder than stone, pre-cum ruining my designer suit, and I don’t fucking care.
The world could end and I wouldn’t move from this spot.
“Rub your clit, Belle.”
She complies immediately, two fingers rolling that little nub in time with the way I’m fucking her with my tongue. My hands slide under her, cupping her ass and lifting her to my mouth so I can feast like the starving man I am.
“I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”
“Oh God, yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you so well, you’ll be feeling me for days.”
“Nico.”
“You’re dripping all over my sheets, soaking my bed with your delicious come.”
Her body starts to move as I lick up, flicking her fingers out of my way with my nose as I take her clit between my lips and suck. A gasping pant leaves her body as she thrashes, her fingers finding my hair and pulling, and fuck if that doesn’t drive me wild.
“Keep still, or you’re going to hurt your ribs, and then I’ll punish you.”
Her head tilts and she catches my gaze with her interested one. Fuck, she wants that, my dirty fucking girl.
“How will you punish me, sir?”
God, she’s gonna make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager. “I’ll edge you all fucking night.”
“No, please. I’ll be good.”
Pride swims through me. “Good girl.”
My praise rewards me with more of her delicious juices.
Knowing she’s on the edge and needing her to come so I can fuck her, I suck her clit between my teeth and bite down gently. Her gasp becomes a scream when I work two fingers inside her tight cunt and rub the inner wall.
Her body goes taut, thighs tightening around me as her pussy tries to squeeze my fingers until they break. Her clit pulses against my tongue and she comes, wild, uninhibited, untamed, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I’ve led a privileged life, I’ve seen some of the most stunning sights in the world, have fucked the most beautiful women in the world and nothing on earth compares to her.
I was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle a fling with me, but now I know I’m the one who might not handle it, or the ending.
Isabella is something I didn’t expect or want. Now the thought of a life without her, without this, is unfathomable. I could have anyone, and the one I want is the one who tried to ruin me.
I slow my movement, pulling my fingers from her pussy and sucking her juices from them as her slumberous gaze finds mine.
“Wow.”
I chuckle as I stand. “That was just the warmup. By the time I finish with you tonight, you’ll see heaven.”
Then I stand and remove my clothes.