Nicoli: Chapter 25

“Open your eyes, Mirabella.”

I can hear Marco. He’s here. Close.

“Open them. You know you want to.”

My heart races as I feel his breath on my face. Something is off about him. I’m scared, but he’s my brother. I’m not supposed to be scared.

“Open your eyes.”

“No. Momma said I shouldn’t.”

“Open your eyes.”

“I promised.”

“Open your eyes, Hummingbird.”

“Nicoli,” I breathe out his name.

I feel his lips pressing firmly but gently on my back. I whisper his name again, his hand sliding down the arch of my side, settling on the curve of my hips. His touch sends a shiver through me that makes me tingle all over.

He shifts closer, his chest against my back and cock against my ass, easing my hair away from my shoulders, showering me with featherlight kisses. “Please tell me you’re not sore, because I really…” he licks up the side of my neck, “really…” he sucks my earlobe gently “…really want to be inside you again.”

I roll my hips, arousal already pooling between my thighs. “Then what are you waiting for? Get inside me, Mr. Del Rossa.”

With a snarl, he grabs my leg and loops his arm underneath my knee. My breath catches as he enters slowly, inch by inch, unrushed, all the way inside me. He stays that way and doesn’t move, just letting my walls stretch around him while he licks up my side as if he can taste me. I arch into him, the sensation leaving me breathless as sparks crackle through my body.

I moan while biting my lip, nestling my face deeper into the pillow as he eases out of me, then sinks back, keeping that same slow and gentle rhythm. The sensations are more powerful this way. It’s like he’s inside me, but I can feel him everywhere.

“How does it feel?” he asks, rolling his hips. “To have me inside you?”

“It feels… amazing,” I whisper, the words spilling from my lips with a gasp. “It’s like a pressure building in me, and I can feel you everywhere but nowhere at the same time.”

I tilt my head up and moan when he kisses me with a kind of tenderness that matches his movements, his tongue sliding against mine. I can taste his peppermint toothpaste, and I don’t even care that I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. If he doesn’t care, why should I?

I grab the silk between my fingers, clenching my fist as he pulls out and sinks back in, silently willing him to go faster, to take me higher. He rests my knee on his elbow and reaches between my legs, touching my clit and sending me into a tailspin of pleasure. My orgasm builds rapidly even though his movements remain slow and controlled. All he does is increase the pressure on the sensitive nub, creating intense shockwaves up my core.

With his lips on the side of my neck, he rasps, “Come for me, Hummingbird. And remember my rule.”

I moan as the pressure starts to rise to a peak.

“Louder,” he demands, and I cry out his name as I come, pleasure radiating from my core and making every one of my nerve endings come alive. He continues to stroke me through it, and my every muscle snaps with a blissful release.

“Good girl. I want to wake up every morning and make you come before you even think about getting out of bed. Now, is that enough lovemaking for you, Hummingbird?”

“Definitely.”

“Good. Because now, I’m going to fuck you.”

I feel his muscles ripple, his body tight as he slips out and then slams back into me with such force I have to plant my palm on the velvet headboard to keep myself steady.

His labored grunts match my gasping whimpers as his hips move faster and harder, his balls slapping against my pussy. He continues this way, in, out, continuously increasing the intensity, and all too soon, I feel that familiar tug at my core again.

With one final push, reaching so fucking deep inside me, we crest together, our bodies coming apart as we climax.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, out of breath, and I feel the sweat clinging to his upper lip as he kisses my shoulder again. There is so much cum around the top of my thighs that Nicoli easily slides a finger through my ass cheeks, then gently presses against my tight hole.

“Is your ass still intact, baby girl?”

“I, um…I’ve had some…experience down there.”

“Toys?” His tone is rough and sharp as if he’s restraining himself.

“Yeah.”

He pushes part of his finger inside me, and I moan. “So this is mine, and only mine?”

“Only yours.”

“Good. I’ll take it…soon.” He swats my ass and gets out of bed.

I stretch out on my back, admiring him in all his naked glory. His body is lean and robust, with deep grooves and valleys of tight muscles. Tanned skin and sculpted chest, rounded shoulders that are broad and striking. And that ass…dear God, that tight, round ass is enough to drive me crazy. I’m not even sure if this is real or just a dream. It’s like I’ve waited to be with him for so long, and now it all seems surreal.

I sit up against the headboard and watch him slip on a black buttoned shirt. “You’re not going to take a shower?”

“Nope. I want you on my cock all day.”

Jesus, I swear my womb just did a somersault, and my ovaries exploded.

After pulling on his pants, he sits on the couch, roughing a hand through his hair. “Alexius wants us to start making appearances together. Show a united front and make connections to strengthen our presence as a couple.”

“It makes sense.” Even I can do that math.

“He and Leandra plan on taking a step back, so the spotlight is on us for a while, just until things settle.”

“Will it, though?” I bring my knees up and wrap my arms around them. “Settle?”

He sighs heavily. “I don’t know. But I don’t think Nunzio will stop scratching and digging until he finds something to use against us.”

“Then we need to ensure there’s nothing for him to find.”

“I hate attending soul-sucking social shit parties where rich men have nothing better to do than flaunt their money while their wives play dress-up. I won’t spend every night for the next six months pretending to love getting my ass kissed by people who would offer their firstborns just to have the Dark Sovereign in their corner.”

“Take me to Myth, then,” I blurt, and his expression turns to stone.

“Jesus. I think I just fucked you out of your mind.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. Come sit on my dick so I can fuck you back into your mind this time.”

“Hear me out.”

“Mira—”

“Just listen. All your associates and so-called friends in high places are members of Myth, right?”

“I don’t like where you’re going with this.”

“If we go there as a couple, everyone who is important enough to know about us will know.”

He leans back, his gaze pinned on mine. “This isn’t what I want for you, Hummingbird. I don’t want to parade you around like some prize.”

“Why not?” I challenge and slip out of bed. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“Of course not.”

“Then parade me around,” I say, sauntering toward him. I’m naked but confident, and he needs to see that. He needs to let the image he has of me in his head shed that innocent skin that keeps him from seeing the real me.

His eyes are rimmed with hunger as they drift down my body and back up again. I love how he looks at me like I’m a five-course meal he’ll devour and never get tired of.

I straddle him, placing my hands on his shoulders and flipping my hair to the side. “Show the whole damn world who I belong to.”

His hands cup my ass, and he sucks air through his teeth as he forces me to grind against his cock. “There’s a risk involved if I show you off to the world.”

“And what’s that?”

He cups my breast, rolling the round flesh in his palm, then tugs at my nipple before enclosing his fingers around my throat. “Men will want you.” He squeezes. “They will want to fuck you, and then I’ll become a motherfucking serial killer.”

A thrill ripples down my spine. The idea of him killing for me is intoxicating, and it stirs a rush of adrenaline through my veins.

“No one will ever get close enough to touch you again,” he snarls as he constricts my air supply even more.

“Because you won’t let them?”

“Damn fucking straight, I won’t.”

“Myth is the perfect platform, Nicoli. Establishing a strong presence there is all we need for the royals of this kingdom to know that you and I are the king and queen of this world.”

He licks his lips, his hand dropping from my throat back to my breast, cupping it perfectly in his palm. “Why do you want to go to Myth so badly?”

I lock eyes with him, no longer rocking my body on top of his. “Because you’ve spent countless nights there fucking other women, acting out every single one of your fantasies with them. Now you’re my husband, and I want every girl in that club who had the honor of being fucked by you to know that.”

“Mrs. Del Rossa. Is this your way of pissing on me and marking your territory?”

“You’re not the only one who can be possessive.”

“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re jealous.”

I rake my fingers through his hair and tug back sharply, licking up his neck with one fiery stroke of my tongue. “You have no idea, Mr. Del Rossa. So you better fucking take me to that club so I can show those girls on your payroll that none of them will ever touch you again.” I brush my lips along the shell of his ear. “Not unless I tell them to.”

He curses under his breath, his eyes rolling closed as he shudders beneath me.

“Just like you, I have fantasies, too,” I whisper, sucking on his earlobe. “And I want to explore them with you.”

Without warning, he grabs my hair and pulls my head to the side, his eyes wild as he growls, “If—and that’s a very big fucking if—I take you there, you will follow my rules.”

“Of course.”

“I’m serious.” He tightens his fist, and I hiss as my scalp burns. “I can’t go slaughtering people in my own damn club. So you do. Exactly. As I say. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” I whimper.

“Okay. I’ll think about.”

“You’ll think about it? No, I want an answer—” He crashes his lips against mine, snuffing out my words. The heat of his mouth, the pressure, the roughness of his tongue is fiery passion and unbridled desire that melts away every thought. I’m no longer interested in bickering or begging. All I want is to be owned and restrained with this kind of blissful agony that has the power to bring me to my knees for this man. My husband.

He leans back and licks his lips, his eyes hooded and beautiful. “Don’t push me on this.”

I could go on and on, push him until he gives me what I want. But I’ve been in this family long enough to know to pick my battles wisely. I’m not picking this one today.

“Okay.” I slide off his lap, and his expression falls as he gapes at me. “Where are you going?”

“I need to take a shower.”

“When you were in Tuscany,” he starts, and I screech to halt, unsure I like where this is going, “was it just you and the two of them?”

“Imelda and Tommaso, yes. Why do you ask?”

He gets on his feet and fixes his gaze on mine. “There wasn’t another man involved?”

I place a hand on my hip. “No, Nicoli. There wasn’t. So you can relax, you only have to kill one guy.” I can’t hide the sarcasm. “Now, I really need to take a shower.”

Nicoli grabs my wrist and pulls me back, his eyes downcast as he rubs his chin with his other hand. “Two girls and a guy?”

“Yes,” I retort. “Well done. You got it figured out.”

He yanks me close, my shoulder now touching his arm as he looks at me. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“About what?” My voice is barely audible. When Nicoli is this intense, I seem to be unable to breathe right around him.

“Two guys and a girl.” The words roll from his lips, and the air is suddenly laden with tension that laces around my core.

My lips part as I stare up into his eyes. “Hasn’t every girl thought about it?”

“It’s a yes or no question, Mirabella.”

“Yes.” I suck on my bottom lip. My time in Tuscany was erotic, sensual, and beyond my wildest dreams. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’ve thought about being with two men. “Why do you want to know?” I ask wearily, and his reply is a hard, heavy, heated kiss on the mouth, his tongue breaking past my lips to sweep at every corner. I’m liquid against him, melting into his side.

As he pulls back, he licks his lips, and I scrutinize his expression, trying to figure out where his head is, but he gives me nothing. Not a single clue.

“Now, go take that shower.”