Nico (Ruin & Revenge #1)(92)

He pressed her back down, holding her in place. His fingers plunged in and out; his tongue rubbed hard and fast, sending her higher and higher, her arousal peaking just as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She broke the silence with his name on her lips, undulating against him as pulse after pulse of pleasure sparked through her body, draining her of tension, stripping her of need, drugging her with passion.

He was up and on his knees before she had a chance to come down, reaching for a condom. Mia lay panting beneath him, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding beneath her ribs. She loved how he made her feel vulnerable and strong at the same time. Loved the silence of this encounter where he told her with his body what he couldn’t say in words.

Sheathing himself quickly, he leaned over and took her mouth in a fierce kiss—tongues clashing, teething banging, hunger raging out of control—as he positioned himself on the bed. Lifting her legs easily to his shoulders, he thrust hard and fast into the wetness of her folds. Mia’s pussy clenched at the intimate invasion, and a groan came from deep within her at the renewed rush of sensation as his thick cock pushed through her sensitive tissue.

With slow, measured strokes, Nico withdrew and thrust again, his muscles taut, chest slick with sweat, biceps straining as if he were struggling for control. Her head rolled from side to side, hips lifting, her body trembling as he gave her his power with the lightest of touch.

Wanton hunger burned through her, her lower body tight with need as her arousal shot higher and harder than before. Finally, he increased his speed, his balls slapping against her pussy with each hard thrust. Her legs quivered. Her body shuddered. She couldn’t move and yet she felt empowered. Her mob boss had come to her. He needed her. And she wanted to give him the pleasure of her body, as she took her own pleasure from him.

With each merciless thrust, his powerful muscles bunched, his breathing labored, and yet his gaze never left hers.

Her climax came in an explosion of sensation, all the more intense for the connection she felt as he watched her come apart around him.

“Mine.” With a growling roar of pleasure, he hammered into her until he released, his cock throbbing inside her, pulsing as he came.

He collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his arms as he feathered kisses along her jaw. She wrapped her arms around his body, desperate to keep the deep connection between them—the one she thought they had lost but now she hoped could be saved.

With one last soft kiss, he eased away to dispose of the condom. He returned to the bed moments later, pulling her against him to lie just as they had before.

“Ti adoro,” he murmured. “Il mio cuore è solo tua—My heart is yours.”

“Ti amo, Nico.” Mia drifted off to sleep soothed by the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the strength of his arms, the warmth of his body, and the soft murmur of his voice as he told her how he felt in the language of love.

When she woke the next morning, he was gone. Only the dent in the pillow beside her showed he’d been there at all. But his words stayed warm in her heart. She just wished it could be forever.





TWENTY-FIVE

Mia knocked on her father’s office door. She hadn’t been surprised to receive the summons after teaching her class at the community center. After all, she had brought her new husband home when her father wasn’t around.

“I’ll be right outside.” Kat gave her a hug. She had returned home with Mia, worried about their mother being left alone. “If anything happens, I’ll call Big Joe and he’ll send Nico.”

“Big Joe?” Mia gave her sister a puzzled glance.

Kat blushed. “He was so nice when I was at his place. It wasn’t like being guarded. It was like finding a new friend. When I left, he gave me his number and he told me to call if I needed him.”

“He has a little girl,” Mia warned her. “And some messy ex drama going on. He’s also a lot older than you. And in the mob. And there’s also something else about him you should know.”

“You’re beginning to sound like Mama.” Kat gave an exasperated sigh. “I’m nineteen, Mia. I understand the danger. But sometimes you can’t help who you fall for, and when you do, the baggage doesn’t matter.”

“Come.”

Mia swallowed hard at the sound of her father’s voice. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck,” Kat said. “You have strength. You have me. And now, you have Nico.”

Heart pounding, Mia opened the door and walked into her father’s office. This time there was no fire in the fireplace, although the curtains were still drawn. He had two guards with him she didn’t recognize, and he was seated, as usual, behind his desk.

“I hear you married Nico Toscani.” His dark eyes blazed as anger crept over his face.

“Yes.”

“I’m not a fool, Mia. I know you did it to get out of the marriage to his cousin. You’re a stupid girl if you thought you could defy me.” He scrawled on a piece of paper in front of him, as if their conversation was nothing more than an idle chat.

“You’re partly right.” She straightened her shoulders. “At first, I did it so I didn’t have to marry Tony, and to save Kat from any more of your abuse, but I cared for him when I married him, and now I love him. So if you think I’m going to agree to have the marriage annulled, think again. As with all Cosa Nostra marriages, it is forever.”