Chapter 5 #3
The security monitors cast shifting shadows across his tattooed skin. We are surrounded by the digital feeds of the cold, dangerous city outside, but in this room, on this cold metal desk, he is the only reality that matters.
He slips his hand between our bodies. His rough thumb finds my slick, swollen clit and presses down hard.
The dual sensation destroys me.
"Yes!" I scream his name, uncaring if the noise bleeds through the walls.
"Come for me, Priya. Give it to me." His voice is direct and commanding in my ear.
The pressure builds at a terrifying speed. My walls clench rhythmically around his shaft. Each thrust of his cock drives me closer to the edge. He angles his hips, hitting that deep, aching spot inside my pussy with precision.
The second climax crashes through me, harder and more violent than the first.
I come apart in his hands. My body goes rigid. My internal muscles milk his cock in violent, spastic waves. I dig my nails into his back, crying out as the overwhelming pleasure wipes my brain blank.
My violent release is the trigger he needs.
Nico lets out a roar. He drives his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. His massive body goes rigid against mine. I feel the hot pulse of him as he spills deep inside me. Wave after wave of hot cum floods my tight walls, marking me from the inside out.
He holds himself deep, breath tearing through the quiet room in ragged gasps.
We stay locked together in the dark.
The chaotic adrenaline of the escape, the primal violence of the act, the certainty of his possession—it all settles into an exhausted weight. My legs slowly drop from his waist, falling limply against his sides.
He doesn't pull out. He keeps his body pressed against mine, his arms wrapping tightly around my frame, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhales deeply, dragging the scent of me deep into his lungs.
"You are staying," he murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with finality. "You belong in my fortress."
I rest my cheek against the top of his head. My fingers weakly trace the close-cropped hair at his temple.
"I guess I have to," I whisper, a tired smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. "My apartment upstairs doesn't have a security system this impressive."
He lets out a low chuckle. A rare crack in his stoic armor.
He slowly withdraws his cock from my body.
The loss of his heat leaves an immediate ache in my core.
He steps back, adjusting his clothing with the same ruthless efficiency he applies to a reload.
He grabs a clean towel from his duffel bag and gently cleans my thighs, his rough hands shockingly tender.
He pulls the hem of his shirt down over my hips, restoring a small shred of my modesty.
I stay seated on the edge of the metal desk, my body humming with residual pleasure. I watch him as he turns his attention back to the wall of security monitors.
He taps a key on the keyboard next to my hip. One of the camera feeds expands on the center screen. It is a drone feed, high above the city, showing the roof of a large commercial building.
"Your clinic is safe," Nico says quietly.
His eyes scan the glowing screen. "The strike force pulled back ten minutes ago.
They realized I was no longer in the kill zone.
Vincenzo dispatched a sweeper. Your medical bag, your winter coat, your boots, your clothes — all of it will be back in this building by sundown.
We do not leave loose ends in a kill zone. "
"Good." I let out a slow, shaky breath. "Then I can go to work tomorrow."
He turns his head. The pale light illuminates the sudden, cold tension settling over his sharp features. The man who just had me on the desk is gone. The Costa family killer is looking directly at me.
"No." His voice is flat. Absolute.
"Nico, I'm not shutting down my practice because—"
"The men at the clinic were hunting me," he interrupts, his tone dropping an octave. "Because of the intel leak. Because my brother is moving against their armory network on the South Side tonight."
"Then why did they go to my clinic?" I cross my arms, my sassy defense mechanism instantly rebooting. "Did they just guess you were hiding in my treatment room?"
He steps closer to the desk. He places his large hands flat on the metal surface, trapping me in his space once again.
"They didn’t track my phone to the clinic, Priya." The deadly seriousness in his eyes sends a fresh chill over my heated skin. "I was staking out your block last night for a reason. I was on a reconnaissance mission, tracking a Bellanti weapon and money laundering pipeline."
He points a finger at the expanded monitor screen.
"That operation is being run out of the commercial property connected to your clinic's west wall. The building connected to your clinic. The one you work beside every day."
The room narrows.
"They were not there for me this morning, Priya." Nico's voice is a low, terrifying truth. "They were there because the Bellanti family owns the building next door. And tomorrow, we’re going to clear it out for good."