Nico (Ruin & Revenge #1)(49)
“I actually came about your security system.”
“Bullshit.” He thrust a thick thigh between her legs. “You came to see me.”
“I can’t access the system without you, so yes, I came to see you.”
They were no longer dancing, but their bodies were still moving, grinding, his hand on her ass, his lips in her ear. “You want me. I can feel your wetness against my thigh, the heat of your body. I can smell your arousal, bella.”
She did want him. And from the press of his erection against her hips, he wanted her, too. Why play games? She was bold in business, why couldn’t she bold with her personal life, too? “What are you going to do about it?”
“Dio mio, you test a man to the limits.” He fisted her hair, tugged her head back. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Tonight I’m going to fuck you like the bad girl you are. You’re gonna learn who you belong to. Your voice is going to be hoarse from screaming your pleasure. And when we’re done, you’re gonna beg me for more.”
Mia tried to rein in the runaway lust train that was on a crash course to tear off his clothes in the middle of the bar. Nico was different tonight. Wild. Raw. Uncontained.
“I wanted to tell you your password isn’t secure.” She drew in a ragged breath, struggling against her own desire. “It should really have a mix of upper and lower case letters, some symbols and numbers.”
“Fuck the password.” He nuzzled her hair, ran a possessive hand over the curve of her hip. “Someone breaks into my system, they steal from me. They steal from me, they die.”
“So, I’ll just reset it to Mr. Mob Boss, then, shall I?”
His hand slipped under her dress to run up the inside of her thigh. “You keep talking business, and I’ll find something else for that smart mouth to do.”
She moaned softly and his eyes blazed with sensual heat. “That’s right, bella. Tell me how bad you want me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“You seem to get off bossing me around. I didn’t appreciate what you did at my office.”
“I kept you safe.” Beneath the screen of her dress, his finger pushed the damp cotton of her panties aside while he kept his body close, shielding her from view. “I’ll always keep you safe. And you’re gonna hate how much you like it. Now, turn around or I’m gonna slide my finger in your hot, wet cunt and work you hard right here on the dance floor.”
Since ‘no’ didn’t seem to be an option, she turned as stared into the crowd seething in front of them. Nico yanked her against him, her back to his front, and his hands on her waist, spanning her stomach. He didn’t miss a beat as he rocked them from side to side, rolling his hips against her with the kind of sinfully sexy moves she had only ever seen on the big screen.
“Good girl.” He leaned down, feathered kisses along the sensitive curve of her neck. Mia lost herself in sensation—the pounding of the bass vibrating through her body, the sweet slide of alcohol through her veins, the energy of the crowd dancing to the party that was Vegas, and the heat that was Nico pressed up against her.
“I’m not a girl.”
“No, you’re not. You’re all woman. My woman.” He wrapped her hair around his hand and tugged her head to the side, baring her neck for the erotic nip of his teeth. A tremor ripped through her body. Fuck Papà. Fuck her family. No one could stop her from taking what she wanted, and she wanted this man. The enemy. Dark, dangerous and utterly delicious.
She turned in his arms, and her breasts pressed up against his chest, her nipples taut and throbbing. Nico grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. His scorching gaze slammed through her, melting her from the inside out. He licked his lips, leaned down until she could feel the heat of his breath on her lips, until he was so close she only had to reach up for a little taste.
“We’re leaving,” he murmured, pulling away seconds before their lips met.
“Good. Let’s go.” She nuzzled his neck, breathed in the fresh scent of his cologne. “I think you comped me a room. Let’s use that.”
“No.” Gritting his teeth, he gently detached her hands from where they had sunk into his very tight ass. “I’m taking you out for dinner.”
She gave him a puzzled frown. “I don’t need to be wined and dined. I’m quite happy to go upstairs, tear off our clothes, and continue what we’ve started.”
“You deserve more.” He threaded his hand through hers and led her through the crowd. “But make no mistake, bella. I am going to pleasure the fuck out of you tonight.”
THIRTEEN
“So nice to see you, Mr. Toscani. I’ve got the best table in the house ready for you and your guest.” Lennie swept the door open and Mia preceded Nico into Il Tavolino.
Always on the alert, Nico checked out the other diners as Lennie led them to their table. Was that guy in the bowling shirt hiding a weapon under his table? Was that suit heading for the restroom going to pull a piece out from beneath his jacket? Were the two guys in track suits talking by the bar connected, or just stopping for a bite to eat after hitting the gym?
Lennie seated them in front of the stage, and Big Joe sat at a table a discrete distance away. He was Nico’s second pair of eyes, and Nico trusted him to have arranged for guards to be at every entrance to the building.