Page 10 of Captivated

“That,” he growls. “For you to say my name.” He captures my lips with his in a searing kiss that has my mind wiped clear of everything but him.

Nico’s long and thick middle finger slides right inside of me and I moan into our kiss, biting down on his lower lip, which has him groaning in return.

I love that sound. It’s sexy and feral.

I bite harder to hear it again, and he adds a second finger inside me and presses his thumb against my clit in response.

I tear my lips from his and my head falls back to let out a throaty moan. He was the last man to touch me, and my hand and vibrator don’t come close to this. To him.

Sliding my hands back up his chest to cup the sides of his neck, my inner muscles clench around his fingers, and I ride his hand.

“That’s it,la mia rossa piccante. Ride my hand like the dirty little kitty I know you are. Use me.”

I pry my eyes open and meet his dark ones. They make me feel alive, and it feels like he can see past every façade I’m wearing to the real me.

“More,” I demand, and he adds a third finger – spreading them out inside me. I shudder and fall onto his hand, fully taking his fingers inside of me.

The moan that leaves me is a half scream, and Nico is quick to loosen the ribbon holding my corset together. Tearing it apart, his hot mouth latches onto my taut nipple.

I cry out, my nails instinctively digging into the nape of his neck as my pussy flutters around his fingers.

“Nico,” I moan, and he sucks my other nipple into his hot, wet mouth. “Nico,” I moan again, and he curls his fingers towards him inside me and swirls his thumb around my clit.

I’m almost…

“Let me see those eyes.” I blink to clear the blurriness and focus on his brown eyes that are glowing like hot amber under the lights in here. “Come. Now.”

Holding out until he says those magic words, my body listens like it’s been trained by him. Like it only works for him now.

Damn him.

Fuck him.

I’m in pure fucking bliss and angry simultaneously, and I don’t know why.

I press my forehead to his, and while I ride the waves flowing through me, Nico reaches up and unties the ribbon ofmy mask. That clears the fog pretty damn quickly, and I pull back, seeing the smug look of victory in his eyes.

My anger flares and I scramble off his lap. I do it too quickly, though, because my legs are still Jello from the earth-shattering orgasm he just gave me. I stumble back in my too-high heels until I crash into the stage.

Nico’s smug look spreads into a grin that has my pussy contracting and throbbing for more. “Where are you going, Cassandra?” he asks. “You don’t want me to see you? You want me to only see you like this? A stripper?” His gaze travels the length of my body. “Is that it?”

“Fuck you,” I spit out, clutching my corset together with one hand.

Pushing off the stage, I walk as fast as I can to the dressing room, ripping off the stupid cat mask as I go. I’m not his pretty little kitty who does as he says.

Shit! Ow!

I forgot about the pins I had in my hair to keep it in place.

Oh well. The pain is helping to keep me level-headed and angry. Who does he think he is speaking to me like that? I don’t care who he is. Him being a Carfano doesn’t mean shit to me.

I know men like him. I grew up with them. And I’ll be damned if I ever let one make me feel inferior.

I can feel him following me, but I ignore him. In the dressing room, I take off these stupid heels that are slowing me down and shove them in my bag before throwing on my sweats to cover myself.

I turn and see Nico leaning against the doorway. His face is devoid of emotion, but his eyes are speculative. I narrow mine and turn away from him to shove my hair products and makeup bag into my duffel. I slip my feet into my shoes and beeline for the back entrance I came through earlier tonight.

“Are you running from me?” he asks, amusement dancing in the notes of his voice.

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