Page 49 of Nanny for the Don

He steps into the kitchen, and immediately, there’s something different about him. He’s always been huge—built like a damn tank—but right now, he feels even bigger, more imposing.

More dangerous.

Maybe it’s because now I know who he is, what he’s capable of.

I clear my throat, trying to shake off the feeling. “How are the girls?”

He steps closer, his presence dominating the room. “Both sleeping soundly,” he says, his voice low and rich, like it’s wrapping around me, pulling me in.

Even his voice is a weapon. It hits me like a warm blanket, melting whatever resistance I thought I had left.

I want him. There’s no denying it. My brain’s screaming at me to run, but my body? My body’s already made the decision to stay.

Nico moves closer, standing over me, and suddenly the room feels smaller—like the only thing that exists is him. It’s so quiet, I swear I can hear the soft whisper of snow falling outside, but inside, my heart is pounding. My body’s buzzing, every nerve alive, and I know he can sense it.I’m practically radiating need, and it’s only getting stronger with every second.

Finally, I take a deep breath.h, my voice shaky as I ask, “Can you take me to my room?”

He smirks, just a hint of it curling his lips..“I give the orders, remember?” he says, his voice low and commanding. “You come tomyroom.”

My throat dries up, and all I can do is nod, unable to form another word. He grabs my hand, pulling me gently along behind him, and the contact alone sends a shiver down my spine. .

He leads me out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and I follow without question, feeling like I’m being driven by pure, animal need. Every step, every glance back from him, only makes me want him more.

I stop dead when we get to his room—a fire crackling in the fireplace, filling the space with a warm, cozy glow. Did he plan this? Like he knew I’d end up here, like he knew I’d want him?

“You’re bold.”

He smirks, totally unfazed. “I know.”

He shuts the door behind us, and the softclicksends a jolt of heat through me. He moves to the edge of the bed, sitting down,and I swear his eyes on me feel heavier than they should. Like he’s undressing me with that stare alone.

His gaze sweeps over me, slow and deliberate, making me feel like I’m the only thing in the room that matters.

“Take off your clothes. s,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Slowly.”

My breath hitches, but tThere’s no hesitation. I start peeling off my clothes, doing exactly what he wants, all while feeling his eyes roam over me like they’re touching my skin. By the time I’m down to just my bra and panties, I can barely think straight. My whole body’s on fire, humming with this need that’s all too real.

“Come here,” he says, his tone leaving zero room for debate..”

I make my way over to him, purposely swaying my hips a little more than usual, knowing he’s watching my every move. I can practically feel his eyes eating me up. The tension is thick, electric, and by the time I reach him, I’m already soaking wet.

He grabs me by the hips and pulls me close, the sudden contact sending a jolt of excitement through me. I can feel his hardness pressing against me through his pants, and it takes everything in me not to let out a shaky breath..

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, like he already knows the answer but wants to hear me say it.

I bite my lip, feeling the tension build even more. “It turns me on to know I make you so hard.”,” I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darken, that smirk of his returning. “I want to see how turned onyouare.”

I blink, my pulse quickening. “Oh, I’mveryturned on.”

“Lay on the bed,” he orders. As I lay down, he gets up, walking over to the chair beside the bed and sitting down, watching me like a predator ready to pounce. “Take off your panties,” he commands, his voice deep and steady.

I slide my panties off, feeling the cool air hit me as I toss them aside. His eyes roam over me, taking in every inch. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, and I smile slowly at him.

But then his voice drops even lower. “Touch yourself.”

I hesitate, feeling a little embarrassed. But just like before, this isn’t a suggestion—it’s an order. Slowly, I let my hand slide down between my legs, the heat of my own touch mixing with the intensity of his gaze.

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