Page 63 of Where the Wicked Reign

“I always do when he comes by the club to blow off some steam.” Even though Nico hadn’t fucked anyone for four years, it was still always a possibility, something he could break at any time.

Just like now.

The Taser thing was a last-resort and one I’d only had to use twice, but still. Always best to be prepared where Nico and hisferalside were concerned.

“Go,” Milo pushed.

“Fine, but take this,” I said, reaching into my other pocket and pulling out a packet of lube. I tossed it to him. “Kneel on the couch with your ass up. Get it nice and slippery and play with it until I get back. But donotcome.” I winked at him. “I’m gonna need you when I get back fromsupervising.”

With that, I turned and hurried out of my office, kicking myself on the way that I’d set aside a viewing room that was two floors down and over on the other side of the club.

It wasn’t like I’d expected I’d need to head in there when he was just sitting there alone watching others fucking.

I certainly hadn’t expected Caterina to show up.

None of us had.

This was a hell of an interesting development, though.

Depending on how Nico reacted to it, how hisferalside reacted to it, would determine whether it was actually a good thing, or one hell of a mistake on her part.

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~Nico~

Caterina had come to me.

It felt as surreal as it did so fucking right.

I had one hand wrapped around her throat, the other snapped to her hip, keeping my painfully hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks through the thin scrap of silk of her dress.

Lingerie. She’d come to me wearing lingerie. Wearing it for me.

I stroked her pulse point, the thing that told me the truth where she often failed to with her towering walls of denial. I rumbled at her ear, “It was dangerous coming here to me in this place.”

“I know,” she responded, all breathy, her throat working against my palm.Mmm.

Her throat shifting was the most she’d moved since I’d come up behind her and bound her to me like this. She’d frozen in place, her breath hitching.

She was afraid.

But, unlike usual when it came to this sort of thing, when people got close to my orbit, it wasn’t me who she was afraid of.

It was what it had always been when it came to this thing with us, what I’d caught onto that night she’d run away from me atIl Forno.The thing that had sparked a whole new depth to my obsession with her.

She’d sauntered in here with confidence, even dressing for the occasion, seeming prepared to smash right through that fear at long last. But the moment I’d touched her, I guess it had become very real. All too real for her.

She knew that crossing this line would make it impossible for her to continue to hide from who she really was, what she really was. It had no doubt crossed her mind that with our operation, thatrealher would be on display in all its glory. And in front of others for once. Not just done in the shadows alone where she could then shove it down and compartmentalize it like it had never happened, like it wasn’t reality.

I was willing to wager that was what had brought her here to me now.

The easiest thing to do would be to reassure her that it would be okay, that it could be our little secret, that she didn’t have to out that part of her—not even to herself—beyond this night.

But it would be a lie.

And, worse, and what really fucking nagged at me was that she’d then continue to live that lie.

No. I was done with it.

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