Page 148 of My Sweetest Temptation

“But you did things,” I told him.

He sighed. “What does it matter? It’s in the past.”

“You said you would always tell me the truth, right?” I asked him.

“Yes.”

I waited for him to expand further, but he just stared blankly at me, which infuriated me even more.

“When was the last time you did things together?” I asked, using air quotes to emphasize did things.

He continued to eye me, and right as I was about to “throw a tantrum,” as he liked to call it, he finally responded.

“A few weeks ago, I asked her to suck my dick,” he said. I flinched, but he continued. “But I stopped it before it went any further.”

“Why?” I asked quietly.

“Because she wasn’t you,” he simply said as if I would understand what the hell that all meant.

“But I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand, Winter?”

“You’re a mafia king,” I said, and he looked at me as if waiting for me to continue.

“Yeah, so?” he says.

“Well, don’t you guys have sex with lots of women?”

He reared back at my words. “The fuck, Winter,” he snapped. “No, I don’t fuck lots of women. I’m loyal to a fault. If a woman wants to fuck, it’s consensual and no strings attached. When there’s someone I want, I will never fuck around.”

I swallowed.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted out, but I had no idea why. Maybe it was because I knew what was about to happen and I wanted it to happen. I wanted a mafia king to be my first. What does that say about me?

He chuckled and nodded once. “I know.”

I smiled at the sound of his laughter. It was deep and warm like my favorite fleece pajamas that I loved to wear during the winter season. For some reason, as ruthless as Nico could be, I felt safe whenever I was with him.

“But just because you are doesn’t give you a pass for how my dick is going to ruin you.” Nico said in warning.

Oh, crap.

My lips turned upward into a wicked smirk at the look of shock and horror on her beautiful face when I mentioned that her first time was not going to be gentle.

I didn’t do gentle, and the quicker she realized it, the better.

The demon inside me was clawing its way out, ready to devour her. So, as she kneeled in front of me, looking delectable on my bed, she was about to find out what a true beast I was. And the beast was hungry and ravenous.

“Are you ready?” I asked her.

She raised an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity igniting in her gaze. “Ready for what?”

“Follow me,” I replied with a playful grin.

Without waiting for her to catch up, I led her down a long corridor, the walls adorned with striking artwork that danced in the flickering light of the sconces until we reached a heavy door at the end of the hall.

“This is it,” I announced, gesturing toward the door, which was secured with a retina scanner.

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