Nico (Ruin & Revenge #1)(77)

Chuckling, Nico pressed a kiss to her instep. “I like these flowers.”

“They match the ones on my boots.”

He kissed his way up her leg, delighted when her breath hitched. “I wanted to fuck you in those boots from the moment I saw you in them.”

“I thought you were afraid for your life since I was holding a gun to your chest.” She dug her hand in his hair as he pushed her legs apart.

“My thoughts turned after you dropped the gun.”

“When you thought I’d just murdered all those men?” Her teasing voice hitched when he pressed a kiss to her mound. “I didn’t realize violence turned you on.”

“I like it rough. Not violent.”

“How rough?”

Nico looked up, his gaze assessing. “With you, last night was as far as I will go.”

*

Mia had suffered a lot of abuse, but sex with Nico had been a revelation. The chase was exciting. Giving herself over to Nico, letting him take control, aroused her in a way she had never imagined before. She didn’t feel less of a woman for giving in; she felt more simply because she knew that if she told him to stop, he would. She’d never felt that kind of trust with a man before. That kind of safe. Empowered.

But he hadn’t given her everything. He hadn’t let the beast free. His impressive self-control extended to the bedroom, too.

Her mouth watered at the thought of Nico, raw and unrestrained. She tugged gently on his hair, urging him to stand. “So you would go farther? Rougher? If you didn’t think I would break?”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you, bella. In any way.”

“I’m hurting now.” She took his hand, drew it down between her thighs so he could feel her wetness. Nico groaned and took over, as she knew he would, sliding a thick finger along her folds. His shaft was hard, jutting toward her from its nest of curls. With incredible force of will she pushed his hand away. “I guess I’d better get ready for work.”

She turned, walked away, giving him a good Full Monty view. “You can see yourself out.”

“Mia…” He gave a warning growl and her feet kicked into gear. Laughing she ran across the living space and headed for the bedroom.

He cursed in Italian as he stumbled over the books, computer gear, and clothes strewn across the floor. But he was fast, reaching the bedroom before she could slam the door closed. “You’re going to be one sorry girl.”

Mia’s heart pounded, and she backed up to the bed. “How sorry?”

He lunged, reaching for her. Mia fell back on the bed, rolled out of his grasp. Their play was all the more exciting for the fact they were naked, nothing to stop him from claiming her if he could pin her to the bed. And wasn’t that what she wanted? To fight and be subdued by a man strong enough to defeat her, gentle enough to cause her no pain?

“Christ, Mia. You don’t want to play this game with me.”

“Apparently I do or I wouldn’t be wrestling with you naked on the bed.” She pushed up only to have him body slam her back onto the mattress.

Mia twisted beneath him, scratched his back, pulled his hair, but her efforts just seemed to inflame him. Twice she wiggled from his grasp, but both times he caught her, pulled her back to the bed. She kicked out, rolling to the floor, and he cursed again. His muscles grew tauter, his jaw firmer, and his eyes blazed with sensual fire.

“Minx.” He lifted her easily and dropped her on the bed. Sitting astride her hips, he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head, forcing her to arch her back, offer her breasts for his licking pleasure. He took full advantage, drawing one nipple between his teeth, then the other, nipping just hard enough to make her moan.

“Condom. Drawer beside my bed.”

Nico released her hands and reached for her bedside table. Taking advantage of his loss of balance. She twisted, jackknifed up, intending to roll off the bed again, but Nico was too fast. He grabbed her around the waist, and yanked her toward him, forcing her face down to the bed with a firm hand around her neck.

It was a primitive, primal position. Pinned on all fours, cheek to the bed, ass in the air, legs held apart by his thick thigh, forced into submission, she conceded defeat with a moan.

Nico gave a satisfied grunt. “You drive me out of my fucking mind. Nothing I like better than a bit of rough.” Still holding her down, he reached for the nightstand, grabbed a condom, tore it open with his teeth, and sheathed himself.

“Was that rough?” she goaded him. “I thought we were playing nursery games.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me.” He grabbed her hands, bracketed her wrists, and pressed them against her lower back. “You already push me to the limit of my control.”

“I want to push you further.”

“And I want you to lift your ass, and show me your pussy.”

She shifted to accommodate the new position and he thrust a thick finger inside her without warning.

“Oh God.”

“I could fuck your sweet little cunt all day long and never get enough.” With his free hand, he held her still as she bucked against him. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers. Show me what you’re going to do when I put my cock inside you.”

He added a second finger, and then a third, stretching her, filling her, making her burn. He pumped his fingers swiftly, matching his rhythm to the frantic movement of her hips. She was climbing, climbing, desperate for the peak that still hovered out of reach.