Page 77 of Owning Nicci

“One more,principessa,” I groan, and I pinch her clit between my fingers, rolling it as I hear her moan turn to a shriek that ends on my name.

It’s all I can do not to come with her. I thrust hard as she comes, reveling in the tight flutters of her pussy around my length, the way it feels like she’s dragging me deeper, tugging the orgasm out of me. I only just manage to keep myself from coming, my fingers still teasing her clit as I pull out and angle my cock upward, pressing against her tight asshole.

I know she’s never been fucked here before. And I intend to make her mine in every way.

“Are you ready,principessa?” I murmur, rubbing my cock against her. “Are you going to be a good girl and take my cock in your ass?”

She whimpers, nodding, and relief washes through me. I would have stopped if she’d said no. I’d have wrapped my hand around myself and given into the need to come, coating her perfect ass and back with my cum. But I want to come inside of her, and I want every single one of her holes to be mine.

“Good,” I murmur, giving myself one moment to take in the sight of her splayed over the table, naked and gorgeous, her face coated with my cum, flushed with pleasure and entirely at my mercy. And then I wrap my hand around her hip, and thrust.

Nicci lets out a scream of pain mingled with pleasure as I sink my cock into her ass, still teasing her clit with my other hand. “I might love you,principessa,” I murmur, leaning close as I start to fuck her ass, groaning with pleasure as I feel myself sink in to the hilt. “But I’m still going to fuck you like this. Hard and rough, just the way you like it. And I’ll let you have me the way you want me, too. Rough as you want, or slow and sweet.”

She looks back at me, running her tongue along her lower lip that’s still coated in my cum, and my balls tighten dangerously. “You can do better than that,” she murmurs, a wicked smirk on her face, and then she throws her head back, her back arching as she moans.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” I reach for her hair, wrapping it in my fist, bowing her back as I fuck her ass relentlessly. I can’t hang on much longer, and I’m tipped over the edge when, at the last moment, I feel her start to buck and realize that my fingers rubbing against her clit have pushed her to another climax, this time with my cock buried in her ass.

“Fuck, Nicci,”I moan aloud, thrusting relentlessly. “Come with my cock in your ass,fuck,fuck?—”

A string of Italian curses spill from my lips as my cock spills inside of her, the pleasure washing over me in waves that threaten to make my knees buckle. I sink into her once more, gripping the table with one hand as I lean over her, breathing hard as my vision narrows for a moment with the force of my orgasm.

“Oh god, Savio—” Nicci pants, her head dropping back to the table as I let go of her hair. “God, that was so fucking good.”

I suck in a breath, still feeling as if I can’t get enough air into my lungs. “Does that mean you’re not going to try to kill me again,principessa?”

She twists around, a sweet smile on her face, the most innocent she’s ever looked. “No promises,ma coeur.”

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An hour later,I’ve called cleaners to come and take care of the bodies in the shed, and Nicci and I have both cleaned up ourselves. She’s sitting on the bed in one of my shirts and a pair of panties, digging in her bag for something.

“What are you doing?” I join her on the bed, leaning over to bite at her ear. “You look good in my shirt. I’m starting to think that maybe that’s all you should wear from now on?—”

Nicci playfully pushes me away. “Stop. There’s one more thing I need to do before we leave and go—well, wherever we decide to go.”

“And what’s that?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth before pulling back as she swats me. Despite having come inside of her twice a little over an hour ago, my cock is already twitching,eager for more. I can’t imagine ever getting sick of her. I can’t imagine ever not wanting her.

She’s been mine since the moment I laid eyes on her, and now I’m hers, too. There’s nothing more that I could want in this world.

“I want to write a letter to Dimitri.” She slips a notepad and pen out of her bag, setting them both on her lap. “To him and Evelyn. I’m not brave enough to face them in person, but I want to apologize for what I did. I want them to know that I really am sorry—that I wouldn’t have done it if not for?—”

I lean in, running a hand over her hair as I press a kiss to her temple. “I know,principessa. I’ll take the letter to him, if you want. I’ll need to speak to Dimitri and the other bosses before we go. Ensure our safety as we leave.”

Nicci swallows hard, nodding. “Thank you,” she whispers softly, turning to press a kiss to my lips. “That means a lot to me.”

“Anything for you.” I kiss her again, deeper this time, before sliding off of the bed. “I’ll leave you to it. In the meantime, I can start making some plans for—where do you want to go?” I look at her curiously. “It could be almost anywhere. We can start over again anywhere you want.”

Nicci purses her lips briefly. “I don’t care,” she says finally, and I can tell she means it. “I just want to leave New York. Anywhere else would make me happy. But maybe—maybe somewhere warmer?” she ventures, and I chuckle.

“What about California? I know some parts still have room for another crime family to move in and take a piece of territory. We could start over there, establish ourselves. I have businesses there. And it’s warm,” I add. “Although the water is cold.”

“California sounds perfect,” Nicci agrees. “And if we don’t like it there?—”

“--then we’ll try somewhere else.” I lean in, kissing her once more. “You’re not trapped anywhere, any longer,principessa. If you don’t like Los Angeles, we’ll go somewhere else. And somewhere else again, if need be, until we find where we both belong.”

She smiles softly, reaching up to brush her fingers against my cheek. “I think we belong together,” she murmurs. “Anything else, we’ll figure out.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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