Page 31 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. Surely my lacking bustline hasn’t escaped your lecherous notice?”

I don’t care if she caught me staring. I’ll never admit to doing so. “Is it the wrong size?”

Nicki scoffs, rolls her eyes, and I prepare for a cutting remark. What I’m not prepared for is what she does next.

I’m not a man who’s easily shocked, but the sight of Nicki tugging down the towel and baring her breasts leaves me open-mouthed for a hot goddamn minute.

“What do you think?” she snaps.

Jesus Christ. I should look away, but I can’t. Her body is a magnet, and my eyes are steel. I couldn’t shift my gaze even if I tried.

My cock hardens as she cups them, their nipples peaking in the cool air of the room. “32B,” she announces, her tone softening. Her wide hazel eyes fix on me, a tiny sparkle emanating from their depths. “And don’t you forget it.”

A long moment follows, with only the faint chatter from the TV filling the void.

“I’ll remember,” I finally say, still unable to take my eyes off her. “Now, cover yourself.”

As quickly as it dropped, the blanket slips back into position over her shoulders, hiding her once more. Her manner is a captivating cross between defiance and submission, and it’s sexy as hell.

Is this a game she’s playing? This sudden change of attitude would suggest so. And I don’t like games. I try to regain my focus, and if I stay here another minute, her game could end badly.

“Do you like the design and the brands?” I ask, deflecting the steaminess of the moment. I remember our conversation over fashion choices; like me, she’s used to having the best. She picks up the bra again and examines it, running her fingers over the fine lace of the cups. I picture my hands doing the same to her breasts and then traveling the length of her torso until they settle between her legs, teasing ecstasy from her wet, pink bud.

Careful, Ezio.

“It’s pretty,” she comments, raising her eyes to meet mine again. “So are the clothes. But they probably won’t fit, either.”

“Well, you won’t know unless you try them on,” I say, my restraint wearing dangerously thin.

“Yes, but, I’m…my figure is…a bit difficult. My thighs are too thick.” She runs her fingers up her thighs, and I stifle a groan. “My hips are too wide. It’s hard to find clothes that fit perfectly. I have a tailor who alters all my clothes or has them custom made by the designer.”

My gaze falls to the luscious expanse of her thigh that the blanket does not cover. I’m only a moment away from kneeling down and prying her legs apart and burying my face between those creamy columns. I have to leave. Now.

“Nature gave you that beautiful figure,” I can’t help saying. “Consider it a blessing, not a curse. It’s not difficult…it’s extraordinary. It deserves extraordinary clothes.”

I force my eyes upward to refocus on her face. A blush rises to her cheeks, as though she’s surprised by my compliment.Her expression is soft, her eyes watery, and before the last strings of my willpower can snap, I turn and leave the room. I slip the bolt into place, knowing that it’s not only to keep her in but to keep my unholy intentions out.

I don’t plan to return to the city tonight. I retire to the adjoining bedroom, attempting to massage my throbbing cock into submission, but it’s no use. I stroke it hard, in rhythm to the vision in my head of fucking Nicki into oblivion. I see her raven locks fanned out against the pillow as she tosses her head from side to side, calling my name in time to my thrusts. I ramp up the tempo, stroking faster until I’m ready to load and explode. I stifle a satisfied grunt as I let everything go, feeling the hot cum pump out of my swollen dick and spill over my fingers, with Nicki’s screams of pleasure ringing in my brain.

As I step into the shower to clean myself, it suddenly hits me. A strong bolt won’t be enough to keep my unholy intentions out.

Chapter Fifteen

Nicoletta

At around five in the morning, my eyes flutter open, and my sleep-induced mind tries to make sense of what’s happening around me. I seem to be in no danger or else my body would have jolted out of bed in a shot of adrenaline. No, this is a safe and calming presence. I remember seeing a tall figure emerge in my room through my hazy eyes. I watch as the figure leaves something on the side table and then puts a box near the television. The figure disappears and comes back again, leaving more objects on the floor as if it were making some sort of sacrificial ritual. Then finally, it floats back to the doorway, lingers for a moment, engraving every detail it sees in its green eyes, and then disappears again with a click of the lock. I float away into a dreamless sleep, my mind and body both too exhausted to deal with what’s to come. That’s all I can remember.

When I finally wake up, it’s past eight in the morning. The first thing that comes to my mind is Ezio’s kiss.

Ezio’s hot, hungry, demanding kiss.

Ezio’s possessive hands, stroking everywhere, worshipping every inch of my body.

Ezio’s ferocious growl as he devoured my mouth.

It was only a dream. Yet, it feels so real.

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