Page 23 of My Sweetest Temptation

“Nico, let the poor girl go,” my right-hand man Matteo said with a chuckle.

I ignored him, only paying attention to the innocent girl perched on my lap.

“Seriously, Nico. She looks like a fucking child.” Davina’s annoying voice pulled me out of whatever fucking voodoo Winter had cast on me.

I clenched my jaw as the anger boiled up from my core, threatening to explode in a violent rage. Davina was like a nagging gnat flying around my head. No matter how many times I swatted her away, she kept coming back.

“Miguel!” My voice boomed across the room, and everyone around us froze.

“Yes, boss?”

“Take the trash out,” I demanded while still looking at Winter. She flinched at my words and started to move away from my lap, but I squeezed her hips, keeping her still. My grip on Winter’s waist was my only anchor; her presence was the only thing stopping me from ripping Davina’s tongue out and shoving it down her throat.

Winter thought I was talking about her? Fucking innocent and naive.

Miguel knew exactly who I was referring to; he moved to stand in front of Davina and said, “Let’s go.”

From the corner of my eyes, I saw her head whip in my direction. “Are you fucking serious, Nico?” she said angrily.

I turned to face her. “Does it look I’m fucking around?” There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but it quickly vanished. “If you know what’s good for you, Davina, I suggest you get the fuck gone.” I tipped my head toward the stairs.

Davina stood up and tugged her skirt back into place. “What the fuck ever. Let me know when you want a real woman to ride your dick.”

I focused on Winter while Davina was escorted out.

Winter swallowed, and I wrapped a hand around the side of her neck, placing my thumb against her pulse point. It beat erratically. “You nervous, dolcezza?”

“No,” she said quietly.

I smirked and pulled her face close to mine. I closed my eyes when her floral perfume invaded my nostrils. “Fuck me, you smell so sweet. I bet you taste as sweet as you smell. Should we find out?”

She didn’t say anything, but her eyes widened; all I could see was lust.

“Hmm?” I rubbed my nose against her jaw and traced my lips along it up to her ear.

I sucked her earlobe, and her breath hitched, making me smile. “Would you let me taste you, Angel?”

My fingers drifted beneath her skirt, the darkness concealing our intimate moment. As my fingers encountered the delicate fabric of her panties, a low, primal sound escaped my throat like a hungry beast. I gently glided my finger along her intimate folds, feeling the dampness beneath her panties.

Pulling her closer, I wrapped an arm around her waist, claiming her. Mine.

My finger slipped inside her wet pussy, her body arching into me. I hovered my mouth over hers, silencing her; she obeyed. The urge to dominate her consumed me. But I gritted my teeth, restraining the demon beating against my chest, begging to be released.

“God damn, angel,” I snarled against her mouth. “You ever been touched like this before?” Jealously clouded my judgement and a possessive rage took over at the thought of someone else touching her this way. I pinched her sensitive clit, daring her to lie to me. “You better fucking tell me the truth.”

“No,” she whisper, but it came out ragged.

I softly kissed the side of her mouth. “And it sure as hell better stay that way,” I bit out, my fingers withdrawing, leaving a trail of her wetness behind. I held her gaze as I lifted my glistening fingers to my nose, inhaling her scent. “Smells fucking sweet,” I affirmed, bringing my fingers to my mouth, tasting her.

“Mm. And you taste just as sweet.” I leaned back and slid my hands down to her tiny waist. Her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing.

“Nico, we have to go,” Luca reminded me, urgency etched in his tone.

“Enzo, be sure to keep Winter in my section only. Her friends can come join her,” I instructed. Winter kept her gaze on me as I adjusted my hard dick. Her sharp intake of breath sent a jolt through me. “And keep Preston and every other motherfucker away from her.”

When Preston approached Winter earlier, my jaw clenched so tightly that I almost cracked a tooth. Jealousy flared up like a raging fire. I turned to Enzo, and he nodded. “Yes, boss.”

Winter, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke up. “Can you please stop talking about me like I’m not here, Nico,” she stated.

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