13. Valeria #2
A gift from his sister, maybe.
It looks like the inside of a monster’s bloody mouth.
He drops my bags at the foot of his bed. I look anywhere but at my pink duffel bag.
“You’re sleeping here.”
I glance around. “Where are you sleeping?”
Nico watches me intentionally as he strips off his shirt. “I’m sleeping with you.”
My body flushes hot. “That’s a bad idea. We need to be sleeping in separate beds.”
“Why? Worried about your virginity?”
His shirt hits the floor. The ink covering his muscled physique is temptation incarnate.
I look away, wrapping his coat tightly around me.
“What’s the Family going to say?” I ask.
“They’ll say, ‘Thank god Nico took pity on that stripper and still decided to marry her instead of throwing her out on the street.’”
I flash a furious glare in his direction. “I didn’t ask for your pity. And I want you to throw me out on the street. We had a deal, and you’re not holding up your end.”
One long step, and he’s in front of me. With my heels, he’s not looming over me for once, but I’m still tightly aware of his strength and speed. And his willingness to use it against me.
“That’s right, darling,” he says, sneering.
“We did have a deal, didn’t we? You were going to play as my wife, and I would make sure your family didn’t fucking die, but I guess you don’t really care about Mommy and Daddy, because you thought flashing your pussy to a room full of strangers was more important. ”
Raw, hot anger and shame surge in my throat. I step back, and he steps with me until my back bumps against the wall. I need space, and he’s not giving it to me.
“What’s the problem, Val?” His breath is hot against my neck. “Got an exhibitionism kink you need straightened out? You know, you could’ve just asked. I’m sure there are plenty of men who’d love to watch as I fucked your brains out.”
I shove against his naked chest. “Sounds like you’re the one with the kink. You want to screw me in public, then do it. It’s not like I get a choice—I’m just your fuck doll anyway, aren’t I?”
Heaving breaths saw in and out of his mouth, his gaze flicking between my lips and eyes. His lips are smudged with black lipstick. His muscles fill my palms.
My lungs swell to the point of exploding. I hate the way he affects me.
I dig into his chest with my nails and whisper slowly, “I hate you.”
I don’t know who acts first.
The tension snaps—and we’re on each other. His hands seize my waist with a bruising touch, and I drive my nails into his chest like I’m trying to shred into his heart.
He crushes me against the wall, his tongue parting my lips and plunging into my mouth.
Fuck me.
Why does he have to taste so good?
Why does his body against mine have to feel so right?
I hook my leg up over his hip and grind against his cock—so fucking thick for me.
He breaks off my mouth, and I gasp for air as he drops his face to my neck and sucks at the sensitive skin there.
He’s going to leave a hickey.
I wish he would. He can see how he makes everything worse.
“Nico, did you hear me?” I moan. “I fucking hate you.”
He answers by grinding his cock harder against my clit. He rises from my neck and stares at me.
He’s feral—eyes blown, mouth glistening, and chest heaving. “Oh, yeah?”
He shoves a hand between my legs and yanks aside my panties to glide against the wetness at my entrance. “Then tell me what the fuck this is?”
He holds two wet fingers aloft. I twist my face away, but he catches my jaw and squeezes my cheeks until my mouth pops open. I barely have time to process what’s going on before he shoves his fingers into my mouth, sliding against my tongue.
“Suck,” he demands, his eyes bright with something that looks like fascination. “And then tell me you hate me.”
I suck, moaning at the taste of myself, at the feel of his fingers slicking against my tongue.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth with a pop.
“I hate you,” I gasp out.
He spins me around and pins me against the wall.
“No, you don’t.” He rips my underwear down, and I tilt my hips back so he can shove his hand between my legs and stroke at my clit.
I don’t care anymore—I need to come more than I need pride.
I’ve pushed my body to its limit, and if I had any defenses left, tonight has thoroughly shattered them.
If I don’t come in the next few minutes, I’m going to explode like a supernova.
His palm glides against my ridiculous arousal for him.
He crushes me to the wall with his hard body, driving the air from my lungs. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he hisses against my ear, “and I stop.”
I push my hips into his groin. I don’t want to say anything—I don’t want to be forced to admit just how badly I want him.
“Tell me.”
“Just fuck me already.”
His hand drops from between my legs to fist himself, and he feeds his length into me.
I hate how good it feels.
I hate how good he makes me feel.
He pushes into me until I see stars. The stretch is all-encompassing, driving out all thoughts as he molds me to him, his piercing hitting that perfect spot deep inside.
“Tell me you hate this,” he says between gritted teeth as he plunges into me. He wraps his hand around my waist to stroke my clit.
“I hate you,” I gasp out. The pressure is building, and it’s getting harder to fight with each strum of his fingers.
“But you love this.” There’s satisfaction in his voice.
“I... I…” I squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck him. “I’m coming.”
Stars burst behind my eyelids as pleasure breaks through me, rolling through me in ever-expanding waves. Nico’s in me and over me and whispering in my ear as I gasp for air and choke back a sob.
“Shh.” His mouth is hot against my cheek. “I’m gonna fill you up now, pretty girl. You want that? You want a baby in your belly?”
Another crest of pleasure crashes through me. I nod—fervently.
I’m not thinking straight—it’s wordless, primal desire.
Desire for Nico, for his seed, for a shy baby boy with dark hair and golden eyes.
Nico shudders underneath me, and I feel his cock throbbing inside me, painting my inner walls with hot cum—with all the things I desire and won’t let myself have.
In the stillness that follows, all thought dissolves from my mind, and I’m floating peacefully.
Then his hold on me relaxes, and he drops his head against the back of mine. He doesn’t say anything, which I’m grateful for. I don’t trust myself to respond.
Nico takes my hand and moves it to between my legs.
“Keep it there, or you’ll make a mess,” he says gently.
I cup myself as he pulls out of me and carries me to the bed.
“Stay here.” Nico walks to his bathroom, and I hear running water.
He comes back with a wet washcloth and wipes down my fingers and in between my legs. I try not to look at him, because after all we did, it’s the gentle look on his face that threatens most to undo me.
When he’s done, he walks back to the bathroom, and I undress myself, tossing my clothes to the side of the bed until I’m naked. I don’t feel like fighting anymore—I think he fucked all the fire out of me tonight.
I slide under the sheets, and when he comes to bed, just in his boxers, and pulls me against his chest, I lay my cheek over his heart and fall asleep.