Page 76 of My Sweetest Temptation

“Don’t you dare.” I glared at him, rolling my hips against his, begging him to finish me off.

His grin turned devilish. “I’m not going to leave you hanging this time, baby.” He worked his finger in and out of me, and I followed his lead.

“Oh, yes! God, yes, right there!” I cried out, thrusting my hips to match his pace. He curled his fingers inside me, and I shattered around him. I clenched my eyes shut and felt the ecstasy burst out of me like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

Finally!

“Fuck!” Nico hissed, closing his eyes for a moment. “God damn, Angel,” he breathed.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, and I opened my eyes to see him stick his fingers into his mouth and lick the taste of me clean off.

My heartbeat thudded in my ears. Struggling to catch my breath, I let my body go limp, and a soft chuckle escaped Nico’s lips. When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants.

I looked back up to him to offer to give him release, but he smiled wide and shook his head. “I didn’t come here for you to ride my dick.”

I could feel my face flush from embarrassment, warmth creeping up my cheeks.

“Not yet, anyway,” he added with a playful smirk. Nico set me on my feet, and with his hand still on my ass, he gave it a squeeze and placed a light kiss on my neck.

He sighed and whispered, “Always smelling like roses.”

I stood, frozen, my body aching to move closer, to give in to the temptation. The tension between us was electric, and I knew he felt it too. The temptress inside me was crying to get another taste from his lips.

Nico leaned back and tilted his head as if to get a better look at me. “Sweet dreams, my angel.”

And then he was gone, leaving me alone with my racing heart and conflicting emotions.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Seeing my little angel wearing those sexy tiny shorts that exposed her smooth golden legs and made me want to suck on her hard nipples. It also brought on a major hard-on that I had to finish off on my own when I got home, but the jealousy and rage was a feeling I had never experienced before.

The rage when she opened the door in her fuck-me pj’s had my mind spiraling out of control, wanting to rip every asshole’s eyes out just for looking at her. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet floral scent and how my lips felt on her smooth skin...fuck. I was already hard again thinking about her.

What the hell was happening to me? I didn’t do feelings.

Something about her drew me in like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the fact that she had never been touched before and the excitement of my hands being the ones to tarnish that innocence by fucking it out of her.

I wanted to beg her to let me have her, and I didn’t fucking beg, ever. But this girl had me on my knees.

I needed to see her once more.

To touch her.

To smell her.

To kiss her.

Fuck. And those lips. She had such fuckable lips.

When I made it back home, the memory of what happened earlier that day replayed in my mind, fueling my rage. And Winter—Fuck, she’d gotten me all twisted up.

I stormed back into the house, anger surging through me like an inferno. Luca was the first person I saw. He nodded in acknowledgment, and I returned the gesture.

I then marched over to the bar in the dining room, my fists clenched at my sides. I grabbed a glass and, without a second thought, hurled it against the wall. The glass shattered, a satisfying explosion of shards and splinters that echoed the rage and yearning in my soul.

“Damn. What did Mr. Tequila ever do to you?” Luca quipped, leaning back in his chair, a smirk teasing at the corners of his mouth.

“She’s always in my head,” I spat out through gritted teeth. “No matter how many times I try to scratch her out, she claws her way back in.”

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