Nico (Ruin & Revenge #1)(52)
She half-turned to show him the delicate pattern of flowers that extended from her ribs, down her side and over her hip, the last few vines ending just beside her mound.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“The flowers are tiger lilies.” She blushed, slightly embarrassed by his intense scrutiny. “They are the only flower that will continue to grow in the vase after being cut. The meaning of tiger lilies I liked best was, ‘I dare you to love me.’” She dipped her head, shrugged. “They kind of sum up all my emotional issues growing up in the kind of family I did. They give me hope.”
Nico pressed a soft kiss to each flower, working his way down her hip. “If I had to pick a flower for you, this would be it. Bold and beautiful and wild.”
Her arousal dropped to a slow, throbbing pulse and she turned again to show him the rest of her ink so he wouldn’t get distracted again. Her fingers dangled over her right hip. “This is my favorite piece.”
“Molto bella.” He studied the intricate tribal design that wound its way over the front of her hip, beneath where her panties should have been, and down her thigh, interweaving pink butterflies, roses and thorns with the words, “Love me as I am” inked along the top.
“You hide a lot beneath your clothes.” He crouched down in front of her, traced along the wing of a butterfly with his warm, wet tongue, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
“Well I can’t have any ink where my father might see or he would kill me. This is all mine. Something he can never take away. All my secrets for you to see.”
“You are a work of art. I could look at your beautiful body for hours.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his soft, thick hair.
“You could do other things to my body for hours, too.” She lifted her eyebrow in hopeful suggestion, encouraged by the naked desire on his face. If he didn’t give her what she needed soon, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.
He gave a dark laugh. “You have no idea.”
In one fluid move, he stood and lifted her against him, one hand under her ass, the other behind her head, holding her still for a fierce, wicked kiss.
She gasped when his teeth nipped her lip. Instantly, the dingy, windowless office, and the scents of yeast and stale grease faded away beneath a deluge of need so extreme she shamelessly ground her hips against the firm ridge of his cock.
“If you keep working that pussy against me, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you so hard everyone in the restaurant is gonna know what’s going on.” With two easy strides of his long legs, he carried her to the desk. One sweep of his strong arm, and he cleared it of pencils, pens, and papers. “You’re going to be very acquainted with this desk because every time I sit in my office, I think about how fucking sexy you looked that night we caught you in the casino, how hard I was when I had you standing between my legs, how I wanted you naked in front of me, your pussy bare, begging me to make you come.”
“I thought you’d be thinking about how I was ready to cut your balls with my knife.”
He gave a snort of laughter as he lay her down on the cold, hard surface, positioned her boots on the edge. “You wanted me. Just as I know you want me now. Spread those legs. Show me how wet you are for me. Show me where you want my cock.”
So arrogant. A delicious thrill of defiance shot through her and she snapped her legs together, daring him to push, challenging him to show her just how far he would go, how dangerous he really was.
“Do you really want to play that game?” He leaned forward and kissed her, softly, deeply, giving her a taste of the power he kept so tightly leashed. “I’m a hard man, and I’m going to take you hard and I’m going to take you rough and I’m going to want things from you that might be difficult to give. But you are always safe with me. Do you understand that?”
Safe. She hadn’t known that was what she needed to hear, but the words undid the knot in her chest. She’d never felt safe before. Not when she was forever at the mercy of her father.
“Yes.” She cupped his face between his hands and returned his kiss as she spread her legs wide.
“Very nice, bella.” He pulled the chair around and settled himself in front of her, wrenched her legs farther apart. “Are you as sweet down here as you up there?”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice came out breathy, soft with anticipation. Of course she knew what he was going to do, but she’d never been with a man who had given her that pleasure, had no idea about her role in the process or how it might feel.
“I’m going to taste your sweet pussy, and then I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to beg.” He slicked a thick finger through her folds. “You’re going to beg for my cock.”
He was so dominant, so utterly confident in everything he did. She licked her lips, threaded her hands through his soft hair, and hung on for the ride.
Nico gave a low growl of satisfaction as he feathered kisses over the soft curls covering her mound. She moaned, angled her hips up for more, but he moved down to her inner thighs, alternating butterfly kisses and little nips of his teeth over her skin until he reached the sensitive crease at the top of her thigh. She shuddered, her body taut with anticipation, but she wasn’t prepared for the molten wave of heat that rushed through her body when he gave her slit a long, luscious lick.