Page 54 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

He curses lowly. “Fuck. Just like that. You take me so well baby.”

That tiny thread of restraint in him finally snaps, after so long barely tethering him. Nico pushes me off him, just to heft me up into his arms. A surprised yelp slips from my lips. He flips us around. My hands slide on those broad shoulders as he takes me up against the shower wall, messy and fast and spur-of-the-moment. My voice cracks, bouncing off the tile as he fills me up.

I fling my arms around his neck, my back sliding against the cold tile.

“I should have known you wouldn’t waste it in my mouth,” I whisper.

It nearly sets him off.

“You’re such a fucking masochist,” he tells me in a furious growl, the jerk of his hips pounding up hard and fast.

“Oh,God,” I gasp, mouth opening at the sudden surge of pleasure drilling up into me.

“That’s close, baby, but that’s not my name.”

And I want to punish him for that little remark somehow, but I can’t, because being bounced on his cock while held up in his big arms, my thighs spread open around him, feels too good to ruin. If he weren’t every inch the powerful fighter that he is, we’d never last in this position, but I feel weightless in that powerful grip, bounced on his cock until my eyes roll. I cry out so loud, I clamp a hand over my own mouth, embarrassed by the echo.

Taking him is easier now, though his sheer size makes my toes curl and my knees shake as I beg for him. I want to carry the feeling of him with me to dinner tomorrow, to feel the ghost of him between my legs.

This desire has burned low inside me, waiting for the right kindling, the perfect breeze to fan the flames. Now, the wanting burns like gunpowder, fast and hot. He drives me up the wall, my breath hitching and belly clenching.Oh, fuck, oh, fuckbecome the only two words in my head, on my lips, pounding over and over as that blinding heat ramps up inside me.

I’m on the edge of that deep, plummeting pleasure—I scream out for him, and there’s nothing that can stop my voice now. I shudder in his arms as I come and shake, and my orgasm is still pounding inside me like a drum when Nico grabs me roughly by the jaw, making me meet his gaze as he finishes deep inside me, both of us grunting and snarling like animals. He claims every inch of my pussy and floods it with thick seed. I groan hard as he stays buried deep, whispering for me to take it, to hold it inside myself for a long, sweltering minute. Aftershocks of pleasurepulse through my thighs and belly as he holds me, pinned in the moment.

We both climb down from the precipice slowly, carefully.

My knees shake.

We rest forehead to forehead, his breaths ragged, water dripping into his eyes and off his chin. And he’s so beautiful, I could die right here. I whimper as he sighs and slips out of me, leaving me both empty and full at the same time. Immediately, I miss him inside me.

I rest my head against his huge chest, and I don’t want him to go. I want to sprawl him out on the floor of my empty room and lay on his chest, both of us naked and spent, like lazy cats basking in a pool of sunlight.

I force myself to step back and leave him to his shower.

“Good luck at your fight tomorrow, Nico,” I mutter, sliding open the door.

“I’m not the one who needs luck,” he growls, dragging me back and kissing me again, until it strips the breath out of my lungs. “You have to sit across from Thaddeus and pretend you’re not thinking aboutme.”

15

Nico

My shoulder aches, the stiffness starting at my neck and tensing down into my bicep. I feel it even when I curl my hand into a fist. Two days of hauling heavy furniture wasn’t the smartest play on the eve of a fight, but I’ve won harder matches in worse conditions. Besides, tonight will be simple. Right now, miles away, Ava St. Clair is sitting down to dinner with her husband-to-be. Maybe he’ll put one arm over the back of her chair, making inoffensive small talk and sharing awkward, meaningless smiles. Maybe his eyes will run over her body, inspect it the way he’d look at a new car he was taking out for a test drive.

Thaddeus doesn’t know that I’ll come home, climb into the bed I made for her, and fuck his future wife until we break in her new mattress.

If she’ll let me.

Ava wants one thing, and it’s for me to leave her brother alone.

The girl has me so fucked up, a part of me wishes that I could. That I could wash my hands of it all, settle down with her, bring her into my arms, and promise her that she’s good enough. She’s worth it.

But that’s not my call.

My thoughts swim, dark and deadly. Tonight will beeasy.

I shake out my arm, coming down the steps two at a time and descending into the underground.

I pass through shadow of the doorway—and pain cracks along the back of my skull, throwing stars in front of my eyes and sending me halfway to the floor. My instincts roar to life, forcing me to get up through the instant, mad haze, as half a dozen squeaking footsteps rush around me. It’s immediate chaos. I’m outnumbered, dazed, off my footing. My vision is doubled and red as I come up swinging, only to take a pipe to the gut, bending me double and putting my face right in range to take a hit across the cheekbone. I fall against the wall, brought to one knee as a kick catches me in the ribs and snaps all the air out of my lungs.

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