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The smile on Nico’s face as he stares at me across the table is electric.
It says I could fuck you right here. I’m going through so many emotions today.
One minute I’m enjoying the time we spend together and the next I hate him for ruining us.
We were good together. The air catches in my throat, and I break out in a coughing fit.
He moves around the table in his brown suit, his hand tracing gentle circles across my bare back, warmth radiating from his touch.
The bronze dress clings perfectly to my curves, its zipper’s top resting just below the small of my back.
The moment Nico zipped it up before we left the hotel for dinner, he’d already wanted to undo it.
“The water went down the wrong pipe,” I lie.
Our connection makes goosebumps break out all over my arms.
I make a mental note to fuck him in the back seat of our SUVs and in bathrooms at parties. No more of the intimacy.
I gulp down the water. “I feel better now.”
Nico returns to his side of the table. The server returns with our wine. It pays to be in the mafia. I’m only twenty and Nico makes sure I’m served a glass of wine. Who’s going to tell Nico Pitucco no? No one here if they want to live another day.
“Your meals will be right out,” the server announces.
“Thank you,” I say.
“I’m pretty sure my English teacher hates me,” I say with a laugh.
“He paired me with the most unmotivated group of students. I feel like I’m doing all the work myself.”
Nico chuckles. “That was me in accounting. My team had to create a business and handle its finances. One teammate got sick, and another said, ‘I think you’ll finish that part faster than the rest of us.’”
I giggle. “Is it just me, or are some students really lazy?”
Nico and I share a laugh.
We continue talking about school and sports over dinner. Once I relax, the night goes by easier.
Later, we enter the suite; Nico slips off his suit jacket.
“How about we play one video game?”
I smile. “I haven’t played in a long time.”
He points at me as he walks over to the game console. “Good, that means you’re rusty.”
“I think I can still kick your ass,” I say, kicking off my heels near the door.
A chill shoots through my body. I reach for my coat, since most of my shopping bags are in the SUV.
“There’s a sweatshirt in my duffel bag. I’ll grab it.”
“Nico, I’m sure there’s an extra blanket in the closet.”
He ignores what I said and retrieves it, anyway. “Here’s a pair of basketball shorts, too.”
“I’ll put on the PJs you bought after I shower.”
“Put them on for now.” He steps closer and unzips the tiny dress.
He doesn’t move while I let the dress fall to the floor, pooling around my feet. I’m not wearing a bra. His tongue slicks over his lips as he stares at my perky tits. His eyes tell me he wants me. I notice the longing in his whiskey-colored eyes. He needs me. Something’s going on with Nico.
I kick the dress aside and pull the boxers over my silk panties. The silence between us isn’t uncomfortable. It showcases our desire for each other.
Once I slip on the sweatshirt, he smirks like he’s satisfied.
“I can turn up the heat.”
“I’m fine for now,” I tell him.
I dart to the minibar and pour three fingers of whiskey into two glasses. Nico sits on the sofa in his undershirt and boxers. I sink beside him, place our glass tumblers on the table, and pick up a controller.
“Mortal Kombat, huh?”
“Yup.”
“I’m feeling this. The game might help with some of my pent-up frustrations.”
Nico scoops up his drink and gulps down half the contents. “I plan to fuck your pinned-up frustrations out of you later.” He winks.
I chuckle. “We’ll see.”
He places the glass back on the table. His hand slides across my leg. “I haven’t let you down thus far.”
“Cocky asshole.”
He laughs as he presses a button on the controller, starting the game. I miss playing him under my secret profile. Should I tell him we’d been playing against each other online over the years?
Naw. It’s nice sitting next to him and enjoying each other’s company like friends. Not enemies. I admit being enemies is exhausting. You’re always on the defensive.
I tap the controller a few times, and my character Kitana does a double roundhouse kick in the air. Her foot whacks Goro across his face. He tries to grab my leg with one of his many arms. I toss two fans in his direction. His body drops to the ground in chunks. “Yes!” I yell.
Nico waves his controller in the air angrily. “Serenity, what the fuck?”
I fall back onto the sofa, laughing.
“Let’s play again. You have to give me a chance to beat you.”
“Yeah, okay,” I tell him.
After four games of us going back and forth beating each other’s asses on the screen, I head to the bathroom. My second glass of whiskey has me feeling nice. Fuck, I forgot to ask Nico what’s going on with him.
I turn around. “Nico?”
He’s relaxed on the sofa. Undershirt gone. His chiseled chest on full display. The crystal glass almost made it to his pink lips. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?”
“It feels like something’s bothering you.”
He chuckles under his breath before taking a sip. “There’s this project that I’m working on. It’s ominous. It’s eating at me.”
“You can talk to me.” I offer a smile.
“I know.” He returns a weak smile that hit my heart with a prick.
My feet carry me into the bathroom. I close the door and handle my business. He doesn’t trust me. But he can be in my business. It might be time to hire a doppelg?nger and keep Nico’s spy off my trail.
I feel lighter after getting off the toilet. My hand massages my stomach. All that food I ate and cramps just don’t go together.
I ditch my clothes onto the floor in a mini heap.
A piping hot shower to wash away the day is just what I need. I turn on the shower jets and step inside.
I’d love to wash my hair but I didn’t bring my hair essentials. I opt for turning my ponytail into a bun on top of my head.
Knuckles tap against the door. “Serenity, I’m coming in.”
“You don’t need to,” I call out.
He steps in and closes the door behind him. His hooded eyes look sexy when they shouldn’t. Nico whips out his dick. He drops his head back as he drains his snake for what seems like an eternity.
I frantically lather the washcloth with luxury hotel shower gel.
“I know there’s another bathroom in this suite.”
“Yup,” he chuckles. “There is.”
He flushes the toilet, then adds his boxers to my pile of clothes on the floor.
“Nico, I’m really dirty,” I grit out as I scrub the entirety of my ass.
I just used the bathroom and I’m on my period. It will take several washes to get squeaky clean.
He opens the shower door. “I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
A scowl takes my face as I lean forward, trying to keep my hair from getting wet as I continue scrubbing.
Nico pulls the glass door shut. His bobbing cock gets closer.
“I’ll seriously help,” he says. His voice low and husky.
“Nico, I usually take a shower alone while I’m on my period.”
He walks through the streaming water toward me. Water gliding over his dark hair and chiseled body.
He looks so sinful.
Ignoring him, I add more soap and scrub the washcloth clean. He stands there as I go through my ritual. I toss the used cloth on the bench behind him. I retrieve a second washcloth from the shelf and soap it up.
Nico takes the washcloth from my hand.
“No, Nico.”
He gently rubs between my legs thoroughly cleaning my pussy. I’m holding my breath because this isn’t something he should do for his ex-girlfriend.
“I have to give it to you, you’re a badass at video games,” he adds, breaking the ridiculous tension in the air.
A genuine laugh bubbles in my chest.
Nico cleans the washcloth, then throws it over his shoulder. It lands on the bench. He takes another washcloth from the small shelf and pours shower gel on it while I begin to lift my leg to allow the water to wash the soap from my private parts.
He doesn’t laugh at how crazy I look with one leg in the air.
Nico reaches behind me. “Use the shower wand.”
I smile lowering my leg. “This is embarrassing, Nico.”
“It’s not. This just shows me how thorough you are washing your body.”
I curl my fingers around the wand. Nico places his hand on top. He wants to help. This man is sharing in this intimate process with me. But why? Still holding the soapy cloth in one hand he watches intently as I thoroughly rinse the soap from my pussy.
My lips curl into a nervous smile. “I bet this isn’t something you do with the other women.”
My brows lift. “Or is this something you get off on?”
He chuckles. “I’d never think of washing another woman. Keep your foot on the wall,” he orders as he drops to his knees.
My wide eyes watch him under the recessed lighting.
He sucks my clit. The wand is still clutched in my grip at my side.
His eyes hold mine as he slips two fingers into my core, pumping in and out. He flicks his tongue against my clit, once, then twice. I can feel my orgasm building in my belly. I bite my lower lip trying to hold it together. Three, four and the dam breaks.
“Nico,” I cry out.
“What the fuck are you doing…to…me?” His free hand grips my ass to keep me upright.
“You don’t have to run from me, Serenity.” He sucks my clit again, bringing on a second orgasm. My body trembles and I come so fucking hard. “Oh shit,” I cry out.
He stands to his full height. His hungry gaze sweeps over my body as I come down from my second climax. With both feet planted on the floor, I look at his lips.
There’s not a speck of blood on them. His fingers on the other hand are crimson. He holds his bloody fingers under the water.
“We’re a nasty ex couple,” I say.
Nico shrugs. “This is just between me and you.”
He gets another washcloth, adds soap and washes my shoulders, chest, and semi flat stomach.
I inch up on my tippy toes and peck his lips.
They taste like nothing. Was I hoping he’d have my blood on his lips?
Maybe just a little. How sick does that make me?
What if I had a cut; would he kiss it better?
Seeing my blood on his lips, I think, would make me feral over him.
As if I’m not already. I almost cut that bitch in broad daylight today.
Nico douses more soap onto the washcloth.
“Wash my body, Serenity,” he commands, shoving the washcloth in my hand.
I don’t argue. His other hand opens and closes at his side.
“Touch me if you want,” I whisper.
His hand comes up. The back of his fingers skate across my cheek as I circle the washcloth over his tattooed chest. There’s a dagger through a black heart over his heart. Tears prick the backs of my eyes. It’s new and I refuse to ask if it has something to do with me.
Nico stares at me with so much intensity. I want to fall in his arms and beg him to never hurt me again. I place the cloth in his hand and sit on the bench behind him.
You don’t cry for anyone anymore.
I want to run. And never look back. After today I can’t see him again.
The back of my hair is soaked. Shit.
I watch as he continues washing his body.
The man looks like he’s on a video shoot for Play Girl.
I stand, take the washcloth from him, and wash his back.
He groans. He likes it. He always takes care of me, and I don’t take care of him. Pushing my worry aside I focus on washing his body with the care he deserves.
“Nico?”
Yes?”
“At the gym earlier, that was nice.”
He turns to me and his lips curl into a smile. “It sure the fuck was.”
He appears so happy about being my knight in shining armor again.
Nico rinses the soap off his body.
“Can’t wait until we take care of him once and for all.”
I sigh. “I know.”
He takes the washcloth from my grip and throws it onto the bench. He places his large hands on my thighs and hoists me up. My back presses against the cool dark tiles.
“Now I’m going to make you feel better.”
I laugh. “The two orgasms made me feel fucking spectacular.”
I try to hold the happiness but seeing the dagger over his heart brings me pain. Does he still love me?
With one arm around his neck, I grip his dick with the other between us, and guide it inside my pussy.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter adjusting to his large size again.
His eyes squeeze shut as he pushes deeper and deeper.
This man was created by the gods. He’s so breathtakingly beautiful.
I want to stare at him all day, but it goes against what this is.
Our sex arrangement. His lips take mine hard, teeth clashing as our heads move every which way like we’re trying to eat each other alive.
“Fuck, Nico,” I cry between our frantic kisses.
“I can’t wait to fill your pussy with my cum.”
My fingers curl around his big neck, and my teeth dig into his shoulder as he fucks me mercilessly. “I want them all dead,” I mumble.
“I know, Serenity.”
He tugs my messy bun and forces me to watch his dick drill into my pussy. I smirk at the sight of my blood on his dick. Yeah, I know, I’m a little touched.
“Don’t fuck other women without protection,” I hiss.
“I only want to fuck one woman raw and that’s you.”
My lips press against his again.
“Let’s stop hating each other. I want you to be my woman. Again.” His whiskey eyes hold longing.
I smirk and circle my hips, watching the pleasure on his face.
“Make me come again,” I moan.
He grips my neck and delivers punishing strokes, probably because I didn’t say I’d be his woman.
“I only want your cum,” I admit.
“Remember that, Serenity. This pussy is mine. I’d like to remind you your pussy makes me a psychopath murderer,” he growls as his dick jerks inside me, unloading his cum.
Nico lowers me to the floor. We clean up one more time, and head into the bedroom. Once we’re dressed for bed, Nico turns on a movie. He pulls me into his arms, and I cuddle into him under the blanket.
“I want you to be mine again,” he says lifting the t-shirt he made me wear. His tongue twirls around my nipple and my knees instantly open for him.
“Nico, you don’t. Sex is what we’re good at.”
He sits up. “Whip off those pad panties and ride my cock.”
I burst into laughter and do what I’m told.
It’s absolutely time to find a doppelg?nger. I need to shake Nico’s spy from my trail. I have to let go of Nico. My irresistible weakness.