Page 44 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

Suddenly, the room is very personal.

The mattress creaks as Nico slides over me. His hand cups my cheek, thumb rubbing over the drying streaks of tears glistening there. I swallow down another mouthful of humiliation, hating that I let him see that side of me.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, trying to speak it into reality.

“You will be,” Nico agrees, his fingers sliding up into my hair, where he takes it and grips it tight. “Because if you’re not goingto take care of yourself, Ava, I’ll do it for you. I’m taking charge now. No deals, no games. Iownyou. Not for a few hours, not for a couple nights—”

“But Thaddeus...”

“Is going to be a worthless name on some worthless court documents. I’m the man between your legs. Inside your head. Deep in your cunt.” His fingers trail up my thighs and slide under the elastic band of my pajama shorts. He strokes his fingers slowly against my inner thigh. “It doesn’t matter if you want me, if you love me, if you hate me. Youneedme. Just like this family.”

My thoughts race, heart pounding.

If Vinny is the ghost who haunts me, Nico is the demon possessing me.

His fingers slide down farther, dipping between my legs. My body tenses, breath catching.

“Nico, you’re going to make itworse.” I gasp as his touch plows slow and sensual between my thighs.

“I always do,” he says, drawing a moan from my lips as he kisses me, “but you’remineto make worse. I’m a jealous man, baby girl, and I don’t want you feelinganythingfor another man. Not even pain. I’m the only one who hurts you now.”

Something in those words flicks a switch in my head.

We lock eyes, and suddenly I’m back in the game. Right back there in the hotel room, daring Nico to give me his worst, justto prove that I can survive it. He puts me back in that mindset where bad and good mean nothing, and I am helpless to the things Nico will do to me. No choice, no guilt.

I drag him down into a kiss, ripping through the slow pace and urging him on. His mouth matches the pace of his fingers, at first taking his sweet time playing with me, and now stirring up my cunt with his touch. I feel it in my belly, my chest, the rapid, frantic fucking of his twisting digits. Sensation sparks and grows between my legs. I feel that same treacherous wetness slicking up my thighs, the telltale secret of why I have been so devastated for weeks.

“Did she miss me?” he asks, as his fingers love on my clit.

“Yes,” I whisper, like a confession. Tears sting in my eyes as my breath shudders, but I ignore the alarm bells ringing in my head, the frantic pounding of emotion in my chest. Sirens wail, but I stand out in the storm and let it wash over me. Nico’s hands go to his belt, and I don’t stop it. I help peel off his clothes, run my hands over his skin. He smells like the fight, smoke and sweat and cologne, a primal smell that’s intoxicating.

He angles me under him, our hips meeting. I gasp as he fills me again, to the absolute limit.

“Does it still hurt?” he asks, reading my expression.

I nod, gasping, my whimpers raining down as he only gives it to me harder. My thighs close around his waist, back angled sharply. The bed shudders under us. Nico curls his hand around the headboard as he uses it for leverage, rolling his hips hard and fast into my jostling body.

“Maybe it always will,” he growls. “Maybe that’s just how we’re built, you and me.”

It rips a cry from my throat even as I’m getting used to it again, my head falling back as I let him fuck me senseless. Until there’s only one feeling in my whole body, one thought in my head, and that’s the cock plunging in and out of me, fucking me ruthlessly until I’m seeing double.

“Good girl,” he breathes when I finally give in, letting my thighs shake and my voice tremble.

I get my first break, gasping and sobbing as he strokes himself slowly inside me, letting us both take a breather. We kiss, the sudden change in pace leaving me whiplashed and reeling. Nico fucks me like he’s trying to tear me apart, but he kisses me slowly, savoring the long, delicate meeting of our lips, until the ache burns in my lungs. I gasp for air, and he barely lets me get any, until I am drowning in him.

It sets off that fire in my belly even more as Nico chokes me without using his hands or his cock, playing with my very breath like even the air in my lungs is just another part of me that he owns.

“Nico,” I gasp helplessly, begging him for something I can’t even name. Justhim.

His huge hands slide through both of mine, pinning my hands above my head just so he can look at me like that, stretched out naked on his bedsheets under him.

“Fuck, if I’d known you were chaining yourself to yourownbed…”

I shiver at the grit in his voice, the hot fantasy on his lips.

“I would have been fucking you hard and raw every day, using that pretty little cunt for everything it’s worth.”

“Keep going,” I gasp,needingto hear it. “Tell me how.”

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