50. Chapter 50 #2
Nico’s eyes drilled into mine, cracking into the depths of my very essence.
“I fell for you the moment you walked into my club. I was obsessed. Once I was buried in that sexy cunt, I was addicted. But I was still ready to kill you. I even wanted to. I would’ve done it and not lost a moment of sleep because you are my enemy.
A weakness I can’t afford. I thought you deserved it for being the daughter of a monster.
But you reminded me of something. You reminded me that I’m the son of a monster, too.
And maybe you are exactly what I need. But right now, I can’t protect you.
Your father’s stronghold is the safest place for you. ”
His hand settled around my throat, a silent reminder of exactly who he was. I was suffocating, not from the hold on my neck but from his presence. Space was a luxury I didn’t have, but I stepped back, and then the door was at my back. There was nowhere else to go.
Nico boxed me in, resting his forearm above my head and leaning down so he was looking right at me. “I’m letting you go.”
Blood rushed from my head, evaporating into nothingness. The same nothingness that bloomed in my chest, opening a hollow ache that was bottomless. All this time, all I’d wanted was to leave. I’d fought for it, but now that I was being given that chance, all I wanted was to stay.
“Don’t.” The broken whisper crawled up my throat.
Nico’s tongue soothed across his bottom lip, and then his jaw clenched. “I’m giving you what you wanted.”
“What if I don’t want that anymore?” I blinked up at him, seeing the strain of restraint written all over his face.
His grip on my throat tightened a fraction, digging into the bruised bite at the crook of my shoulder. A needy whimper slid from my lungs.
His warm skin pressed me against the cold, hard door. “What do you want then?”
Could I say it? Could I tell him? His scent was suffocating, filling my nose with his pheromones. I was drunk on it, but I’d already decided before I’d even walked up the stairs. “I want to stay.”
His lips lowered to mine. I could feel their heat radiating between us and the vibration of his single gruff word.
“No.”
Before I could even react, his fingers tightened, cutting off any argument I might have had, and kissed me. My toes curled into the thick carpet as his tongue coaxed my lips apart and deepened the connection. His breath shuddered over my skin as our teeth clashed in desperation.
It felt as if he were saying goodbye.
I wasn’t done with this, with us. I was starved for him, for what we could’ve had together, hopelessly needing this. My arms found their way around his naked back, never wanting to let go. He devoured me with fierce urgency, fanning the flames of my pounding heart. I never wanted this to end.
The weight of his body pinned me against the door as it thudded against its frame.
Tiny sips of air leaked past his hold, but not enough to appease my starving lungs.
My nails bit into his back, scouring down his flesh, and he hissed against my lips.
Neither of us was satisfied by the kiss, even as wild and rampant as it was.
Slick coated the inside of my thighs as his solid length nudged against my belly, seeking the heat that would soothe the terrible ache we both felt.
The grip on my neck eased and dropped to the waist of my sweats, pushing them down over my hips with an urgency his lips mirrored.
He groaned once my soaking pussy was bare to him.
Not wasting another second, he scooped up my thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The cold pressure from the door vanished, replaced by the swirl of fast-moving air, and then the plush softness of his mattress.
“Fucking Oliver, dressing you in red.” He pulled back and grabbed the neck of the soft shirt I wore and ripped it straight down the front.
My tits spilled out, and his mouth descended on the rosy peaks with a ravenous hunger.
I shrieked at the animalistic fervor before his tongue swept over the tip, turning my surprise into a satisfied moan.
He drew a sensitive bud between his lips, sucking and rasping across it with the sharp edges of his teeth.
My back bowed off the bed at his intensity and slick wept down my thighs.
“Nico, please,” I begged as the heat rolling off his skin sank into mine.
His teeth grazed across the tender flesh, and goosebumps raced like a torrent over my bare skin. I wanted him to bite, I wanted that euphoria that came the last time he sank his teeth into me. My pussy clenched around nothingness, starving and greedy, and I tightened my legs around him in protest.
His deep green gaze crashed into me, and my heart stuttered at the adoration on his face. He held my stare as his harsh breath cooled my abused nipples. “I don’t want to let you go.”
His lips covered mine before I could beg him to let me stay again.
My chest cracked open, baring my heart. I didn’t want him to make me leave.
His cock notched up against my drenched pussy, teasing me with the blunt tip, and then pushed forward with aching slowness, stretching me open and filling that empty hollow.
His pleasure surrounded me, intensifying my own.
I could feel the echo of what this was doing to him, just as surely as he could feel what it was doing to me.
Even with only a half-formed bond, it was incredible.
Each savage thrust was a wave of euphoria crashing over me and flowing straight back into him.
He drank my drawn-out sighs and whimpers like they were his favorite whiskey, savoring my lips as his hips pounded his massive length into my pliant body. Tingles raced across my skin as he swelled, forcing me to take the growing girth of his swelling knot.
His breath rasped against my lips before his hand slid between us, stroking across that slippery bundle of nerves. I gasped and arched up, pressing him deeper.
He ripped his mouth from mine, panting, his pupils blown. “Fuck, bella.” The next words were dragged from the depths of the darkest part of his soul. “Finish this. Seal the bond. Put me out of my misery. This is torture.” He rocked his hips, bottoming out and groaning.
I was so close. His swelling knot pistoned into me hard and fast, growing with every calculated stroke.
His words stole my breath. Could I take the risk?
The pulse in his throat throbbed, beckoning me, and my teeth ached to sink into his flesh.
To bind us together forever. The urge overwhelmed me, but I blinked it away.
I wanted to, so fucking badly, but I’d had no say when he bit me last night, and I wanted a say.
I wanted to make that decision when I wasn’t drunk on his glorious knot.
Maybe it was stupid, but I wanted my choice to matter.
A smile pulled at my lips as I reveled in the sensation coursing through my body. “No.”
He growled and slammed into me harder, and when I pulled his mouth back to mine, he kissed me with the desperation and heat of a dying man.
I focused on the lava burning through my veins, dragging me higher and higher.
My head spun as pleasure unfurled, and my muscles rippled around his length.
With one final shove, his massive knot slid home, locking us together, pulsing as his scalding seed filled me until my belly swelled against him.
I couldn’t stop the rapid-fire aftershocks that had me twitching and milking even more scalding hot cum from him.
He groaned low like a satisfied lion, and with some reluctance, rolled us over so I was draped across his chest.