Page 32 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

I feel sick to my stomach, face hot and body cold. I ignore his question and try to twist away, to get out from under him. I make it to my feet before Nico calmly says,

“Stop.”

I stand there, naked and bruised with slick on my thighs, as I turn around to face him.

“Sit on the couch,” he instructs me.

“Why?” My voice is raw. Maybe I was making more noise than I even realized.

Nico only answers me with his eyes, giving me one more chance to walk to the couch like he told me to. I want to crawl away, lick my wounds, sort out my jumbled thoughts. But I obey, sitting down on the couch as Nico approaches me.

He pushes me back at an angle.

“Open your legs.”

It’s embarrassing as I do.

His hand lands a hard slap against my pussy. I cry out at the jolt of pleasure that rockets through my spent cunt and up into my greedy core. I clamp my legs shut, but he pushes them wide again, holding one leg over his back and landing smack after smack against my shuddering pussy.

I whine sharply and arch at the sudden mix of pleasure and pain.

“You think I’m done with you, Ava?” he asks, his voice full of heat. “That was a fucking prelude. A warm-up to get you soft and open in all the right ways. You have seven and a half hours to go. By the end of this, I’ll have you so thoroughly fucked, you won’t beableto walk away from me. That little peak you just had, that was a two on the Richter scale, and I’m not finishing with you until you hit a nine. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t speak, until your legs give out. Until the only thing you know is my cock. Look at me,” he snarls, taking my face in his hands.

He smacks my pussy as he whispers his hot threats, each hit more painful than the last, but my belly clenches, stirs, trying to build a second wave of heat right on the back of the first.

“Do you think I’m a man that doesn’t make good on his threats?”

I squirm and yelp as he finally gives me the pain he promised me. It feels good. It feels like repentance.

“Did you think you were actually getting out of this that easy?”

He gives my pussy one good final smack, leaving it blazing pink and dripping.

I groan senselessly, turned on again for him so effortlessly.

His hands go to his belt. He unfastens it, the methodical motions of his hands stirring some deep, primal instinct in me.

All the thoughts that used to paralyze me—what if it hurts? What if I don’t like it? What if I’m no good at it?—I believed I was past them. I thought I couldn’t feel things like that anymore. Right up until Nico lowers his pants just enough to pull out his hard cock.

I go breathless and still.

Nico’s cock, as it turns out, is proportional to the rest of him. Massive and threatening, and rock-hard as he strokes his hand along the shaft. He’s built like a porn star. Knowing him, I’m shocked he didn’t already send me a picture of it, thick and wide and swelled with wanting. Maybe side by side with a water bottle for scale. They would equal out.

I realize all at once that what I’ve been begging Nico for all along—he was always going to make good on it.

It’s going to hurt.

9

Nico

It takes a special kind of fucked up to make me a worse version of myself, but Ava St. Clair tries damn hard. The girl is bad for me. If I had a therapist, they’d probably tell me to stay the fuck away from her. She drives me toward my baser instincts, all dominant and forceful, and she gets all the wetter for it. The worse I am, the more she looks at me with utterly aroused devotion, the way a moth looks at the flame that will burn away its wings.

I get it. She wants it to feel bad, wants to be punished for getting off to someone that isn’t her dead boyfriend and his equally dead cock. That’s all fine and fucking dandy, but she’s put me on a tight schedule. I have one night to get inside her. Her cunt, her heart, her head. I have to worm my way in and inspect all that dead rot inside her, clean it out with whatever it takes. Whatever boundaries Ava puts up, I have to get through them.

But we have one other boundary between us first, right there between her open legs—her tight little virginity.

My cock throbs for it, locked and loaded, and finally, I let the beast out of the cage.

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