Page 64 of Corrupt Vows

“I think you’re thoroughly infected now. Don’t even think of trying to get clean,” he murmurs.

The wicked smirk on his face squeezes my heart with joy and pulses through my lower half. His smile widens as I tighten around his digits.

“Ready for another round,principessa?”

I shake my head, but to my delight, he doesn’t listen. Sweaty and weak after too many orgasms to count, I lean my head on his shoulder as he carries me to the shower.

“Are you sure you want to spend the night at my sister’s?” he asks.

I nod, even though I don’t, but after he cleans us both and dresses me in his sweats—which I find more erotic every time I move and his smell fills my nostrils—and brushes my hair, I find myself excited for a girls’ night in.

He kisses my brow and leaves me to finish my hair care routine as he disappears into his walk-in closet. By the time I apply a leave-in conditioner and pull my hair into a ponytail, he emerges in a panty-melting suit.

“You aren’t going to any clubs or anything, are you?”

Even as the word leave my mouth, I cringe at the possessive jealousy in my tone. He chuckles and leans over me from behind. My heart pounds as he hefts my breast and cups my sex through my clothes.

“You’re the only one I want,principessa, so don’t worry about it.”

I throb in his hands but meet his eyes through the mirror.

“You may be Nico Russo, but if you cheat on me, there will be no one who can save you.”

It’s a stupid threat, but the anger and hurt roaring through me at just the thought of him glancing at another woman steals my filter.

“Good girl,” he rumbles as he grabs my chin and kisses me breathless.

He follows me to Natalie’s apartment, ensuring I’m safely inside before leaving, and when he returns the next morning, he finds us in a heap of tangled limbs, spilt wine, and half-eaten sushi rolls.

Still drunk, I manage a few lame jokes as he cleans me and tucks me between the sheets, but his smile as he slips into the bed beside me doesn’t follow me into sleep. Instead, his brooding, worried face swims in my dreams.

I wake alone.

The afternoon goes by in a blur. He threatens to never let his sister corrupt me again, but I laugh and point out I’m older, so I must be the bad influence. We spend a cozy evening on the couch, watching random movies and snacking on whatever’s in the fridge, but whenever he thinks I’m not looking, he turns pensive, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t fully ignore his tension.

We fall into a routine.

My muse lies dormant for five days before waking with vengeance, but I console myself for two more days with drawing on my notepad and creating 3D art on my laptop of what I hope my final piece will look like, but the program can’t quite grasp my vision.

When I can’t hold out another second, I approach Nico. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

“You aren’t mad?” I ask.

“I’m surprised you held out this long,” he says.

I shrug and fiddle with the back of his belt.

“Will you come with me?”

“Of course,principessa.”

I hesitate, choosing my next words carefully, afraid I’ll destroy the peace we’ve enjoyed for the last two weeks.

“I want you there, but can younotlook at my sculpture?”

His brows scrunch.

“Your classmates have seen it.Hesaw it.”

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