Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
NICO
Ihate Serenity Cichello. My main goal in life is revenge.
She found out about our bet and went batshit crazy. Had her bodyguards hold me down outside the school store, then broke my fucking arm. Right before I was supposed to start my freshman year, a starter for the college football team.
After that night, I tried calling her. Went to her house. They wouldn’t let me inside the gate. If I could’ve gotten her alone, she’d have heard the truth—that I only joined the bet to keep the other assholes away. That I always meant for her to be mine.
I intended to kill Rod, but Serenity surprised me by assigning him bodyguards so I couldn’t get to him. Smart move.
In mid-July, two weeks before I was due to show up at college for football camp, the doctor removed my cast. Although I was still recovering from a broken arm and wouldn’t be playing at the start of the season, attending practice was mandatory.
I was able to run, but catching the ball was out of the question.
Two weeks into football camp, there was a knock at my dorm door. A group of cheerleaders giggled in the hallway, making it clear why they were there.
I didn’t let them in. Couldn’t. My head was too fucked up from Serenity.
I won’t ever let another woman into my heart. I’m a wounded dog. And I fucking bite.
My fingers tap on the laptop keys. Only two weeks into school, and I already have an English paper to write.
A fist crashes against the door. I jump up from my desk and swing it open, my face a wall of stone. I glare at her. “What?”
She steps inside, her eyes flickering around the room.
“Nice.”
She turns and looks at me. “I understand cheerleaders come to your door, but you don’t let them in.” A smile plays on her lips. “Why is that?”
“What the fuck does it matter?” I step closer to her, inhaling her scent that goes straight to my dick. Clearly, my dick didn’t get the message that we hate this woman.
The devil on my shoulder says, “But we don’t hate her pussy.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I want to hear you say it.”
I smirk. “Sorry, doll, the day you stopped being my girlfriend is the day I stopped trusting you.”
“Tell me something else. Do you think your punishment fits the crime?” She asks.
“Placing a bet to be with my girlfriend so no other asshole could have her isn’t a fucking crime.”
She waves a hand in the air dismissively. “We’re making small talk and we’re beyond that. You took my virginity. You know how hungry I get?” she bites down on her lower lip.
The woman looks good enough to eat. I grab her by her neck and toss her onto the bed. Her purse falls to the carpet.
I yank down her panties that are barely hidden under the short skirt. A devilish grin plays on her lips as she watches.
“Take the fucking shirt off,” I order.
She does as she’s told. Serenity is right. I created a sex craved monster. Despite us not being together anymore, knowing that she still craves my dick warms my cold, dead heart.
Spreading her legs, I peer down at her glistening pussy that’s wet for me. I smack her pussy with a firm hand.
“Ouch,” she moans.
I drop to my knees because we both know I love eating her pussy and having it taken away had made me a mean asshole.
“Nico,” she roars.
I slide my tongue along her folds and feast on her clit.
“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters in a lust-filled haze.
Sliding two fingers inside her greedy cunt, I hit her G-spot. She’s trying to keep her hands out of my hair by fisting them in the comforter.
“Grab my hair, Serenity,” I command.
Finally, she latches on as I flick my tongue against her clit, still working her G-spot.
“Nico, I’m coming,” she roars.
Serenity’s body convulses as she squirts in my face. “Damn, I miss this,” I murmur as I drink as much as I can. My gray t-shirt is soaked.
Standing before her, I drop my gray sweatpants and boxers, then kick them aside. “Massage my hairy balls.”
She snickers but obeys. Everyone in school found out about my problem with hair growth around my dick and balls. I kept it trimmed, but I spent so much time with Serenity that she’d seen what no other girl had. That was intentional. I trusted my then-girlfriend.
I brush her hand away and slide my cock into her tight pussy. “Fuck,” I moan.
Her hands rest on my wrists as I thrust deeply. Serenity’s body moves rhythmically on the bed, her breasts bouncing in the black lace bra.
She feels incredible. “Serenity,” I whisper.
“Harder, Nico.”
I clutch her thick, beautiful thighs close and pound into her.
The sound of our skin slapping fills the room.
Serenity’s walls clamp down on me, and I’m close to the edge. “Come for me, Serenity.”
Her back arches sharply. “I’m coming,” she cries out.
I follow right after. My balls tighten as my cum floods her pussy.
My knees give out from how amazing she feels—how right we are together.
Reluctantly, I pull out and reach for my sweatpants.
Serenity grabs tissues from the nightstand and tidies up.
Tonight, I’ll sleep with her scent lingering on my face and cock.
She pulls up her panties and snatches her purse from the floor. “See you around, Nico.”
Serenity heads for the door.
I follow closely and place my hands on the door, caging her in. “We aren’t a couple.”
She chuckles. “You’re right. We never will be again. You will please me. That’s the least you can do. When we start fucking other people, we’ll use protection with them. I’m sure I’ll find a guy who’s better than you in the sack. Then I won’t need you.”
“You won’t fuck other guys,” I say through gritted teeth.
She turns and bites my lower lip, drawing blood. “You’re in no position to tell me who I can’t fuck.”
I clamp my teeth on her bottom lip until she squeals.
“No, you won’t,” I spit.
Pulling back. “I glare at her. “If you fuck someone else, I will fucking kill them.”
She chuckles and yanks the door open. Serenity doesn’t bother with goodbyes. I notice her attack dog, Javier, waiting for her.
I slam the door shut. She wants to play games, huh? She had her men watching me. So she knew about the cheerleaders I turned down.
A slick grin curls my lips. I’d fuck every last one of the football cheerleaders.
I’m sure my ex-girlfriend turned fuck girl won’t care.
Can’t call her a fuck buddy. We aren’t friends.
We’re enemies who can’t stop fucking each other.
The difference is I refuse to let her fuck another man. Not a chance in hell.