Page 33 of Where the Wicked Reign

“What?” I asked.

“I’ll hurt you if I unleash all the way.”

“I don’t care. I want it all.Now.”

His eyes turned black, sending an outright thrill through me.

He shifted his weight and grasped his cock with one hand, ready to tear into me.

“Nico!” a voice boomed from over by the door.

Nico stilled on me, then swung his head in that direction. “Julian, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Julian?I shifted a little so I could see past Nico’s big bicep previously blocking my view and, sure enough, there Julian Carver was leaning against my bedroom doorway, arms and legs crossed as he shook his head disapprovingly at Nico.

It was strange seeing him dressed down as he was right now, in a pair of designer gray jeans and a white tee that was tight enough to show a pair of hoops through his nipples. It was a great deal stranger that a man I’d only encountered in passing a few times was now standing at the threshold of my bedroom. The owner of the revered Carver Group.

“Get out,” Nico demanded of him.

“No can do,” Julian bit back, playing with his wild, dirty-blond hair. “You need supervision where this is concerned, remember? Especially after what went down earlier tonight. Milo called me. He knew you wouldn’t listen to him when it came to this. But me? Well, I’m another story when this subject matter is on the table, aren’t I?”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“No.”

The interruption and their continued facing off had the insanely heady spell that we’d both been enveloped in breaking. Smashing to pieces all over the place.

Holy shit.What had I done? What had I allowed to happen here?

“Off,” I told Nico, starting to panic, my hands shaking, my whole body really.

When we’d crossed a line three years ago, I’d thought there’d been no going back, but this was another level entirely. Being alone with him, being caught off guard by him coming here tonight while I’d been embroiled in all the madness of my father’s disgusting activities… it had blown right past all my defensesandmost definitely my good sense.

Surprising me, he grabbed my robe that had been tossed on the edge of the bed and covered my half-naked body with it, before he then lifted off me and pushed off the bed, doing up his pants over his raging hard cock. His shirt was just hanging there from the damage I’d done to it earlier, and his chiseled torso was slick with my saliva and his own blood.

“Get out of her bedroom,” he ordered Julian. “Give her some privacy. I know that’s a foreign concept to you, but you’re doing it.”

Julian pushed off the wall as Nico approached him. “I’m assuming this wasn’t her reaction to the crazy news tonight?”

“Shut it.”

While the two of them were immersed in one another, I’d managed to cover myself fully in my robe and secure it around me.

I climbed off the bed and looked between them, demanding, “What news?”

“We weren’t done,” Nico told me. He gestured at the bed. “Lay back down.” When I went to open my mouth, he said, “We’ve come this far. We’re not stopping now.”

“The mood is shattered, N. I know you’re not thinking straight at the moment, but try to read the room,” Julian told him.

“Not thinking straight? News? What’s going on?” I asked Nico. Then I glared at Julian. “And what’s so serious thatyouthought you could break into my apartment?”

“Actually, I didn’t have to break in. Nico left the way wide open in his haste to get to you, and from not being in his right mind.”

“Not the point,” I bit back at him.

“No, it’s really not,” Nico agreed.

“Don’t make me force you out of here,” Julian warned him.

---