Page 39 of Owning Nicci

Nicci’s jaw tightens, and I pinch at her nipples again, harder this time. “Answer me,troia.”

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed. “Yes, I’m wet for you.Sir.”

My cock lurches, painfully hard. “Good girl,” I growl, and my hand drops to the front of her jeans.

I yank the zipper down, grabbing the side of the waist and dragging them down her hips in one sharp motion, along with her thong. They tangle around her knees, and I suck in a harsh breath as I look down at her, half-naked underneath me, the puffy folds of her dripping pussy visible between her slender thighs.

“Youarewet.” I reach down, sliding two fingers roughly into her, and Nicci cries out as I feel her tighten around me, her body hungry for it. Her back arches, her hips pressing back into my hand, and I chuckle darkly as I push the gun into her temple. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” She lets out a small sob. “Fuck, Savio?—”

Lust roars through me, burning hot, and I click the safety back on, tossing the gun to the floorboard as I reach for my zipper. I yank it down, two fingers still buried inside of her as I palm my cock free. My thumb rolling over her clit as I angle myself between her thighs.

In one swift movement, I slide my fingers free and my cock into her, hips snapping forward as I thrust into her hard.

Nicci cries out at the force of it, my thick cock stretching her as I sink to the hilt. Her fingers curl around the edge of the door, one hand shooting out to grab the back of the seat in front of her as I grip her neck again with my free hand, fingers curling around her throat as I start to thrust.

A groan drags from my throat, white-hot pleasure racing down my spine. She feels so fucking good, wet and tight and hot, clasped around me like velvet. Every stroke feels impossibly good, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, my balls already tight with the desperate need to come. Whatever self-control I had remaining snapped a few minutes ago, when I saw Marco grinding on her against the wall, and everything that I’ve been trying to hold back has been unleashed.

Nicci cries out, her head falling back as I fuck her as hard and fast as I can, slamming into her again and again with a force that makes the car shift back and forth. One hand is still moving between her legs, rubbing her clit at a feverish pace, and she lets out another moan, her hips thrusting back against me with every stroke.

“Savio.” She pants my name, ending on a whimper. “Savio, oh my god?—”

“This feels good, doesn’t it, my filthy littleprincipessa?” I lean in, whispering it harshly in her ear, still slamming into her relentlessly. “It’s going to feel even better when you come on my cock. You like it splitting you open like this, don’t you? Fucking you so hard you’ll feel it for days? You’ll still be dripping my cum tomorrow, pet.”

She lets out another moan, her back arching further, and I can feel that she’s close, tightening around me like a vise. I jerk the hand that’s between her thighs away, reaching up to grab her wrist where she’s bracing herself against the door, and drag it back to where I was touching her a moment ago.

“Make yourself come on my cock,” I rasp, letting go of her hand and curling my fingers around the edge of her hip, my fingertips pressing against the sharp angle of bone as I thrust again, hard. I’m on the edge, every muscle in my body wound tight, and I’m not going to be able to last much longer. Whatever self-control I had is lost, and with that goes my ability to control how long I’m going to be able to wait to come inside of her. She feels too good—everything about this feels too fucking good.

“Oh, God.” Nicci pants, her fingers moving feverishly between her thighs, her breathing ragged, punctuated by keening moans every time I slam my thick length into her. “Oh god, yes,Savio?—”

I feel the moment she starts to come—her tight pussy squeezing my cock as if she wants to drag my orgasm out ofme. Her back arching as her head falls back, her blonde hair draped over her shoulders and back. Her hips slam back into me, bucking as she grinds herself onto her hand, onto my cock. I can’t stop the rush of bright, hot pleasure that overwhelms me in an explosion—making dots of light burst in my vision in the dark interior of the car.

A ragged groan spills from my lips as the first spurt of my cum spills inside of her, slicking my cock with it as I keep thrusting through my orgasm. I can’t stop, can’t slow down—the exquisite sensation of finally,finallyletting go is obliterating all else as I keep coming. The orgasm seems to go on forever, throbbing, pulsing, until I finally start to come down from the high and see Nicci slumped forward against the door.

Even still buried inside of her, my orgasm was so intense that I can feel my cum dripping around the base of my cock. I thrust once more, my nerves sparking with the sensation against my oversensitive length, and then I force myself to slide out of her, leaning back on my heels.

A shudder runs through her. At first, I think it’s an aftershock of pleasure, but then I hear the sound that spills from her lips, a muffled, choked sob.

She’scrying.

Guilt floods me, and anger is quick on the heels of it.She’s mine to do with as I please. She’s lucky I didn’t decide I’m finished with this and follow through on my threat to kill her.But all of the justifications sound hollow in my head, and that only makes me angrier. I didn’t come back to Manhattan to find my brother’s discarded girlfriend and develop feelings for her. I didn’t come back here to confront my own failings, or to give myself something to eat myself alive over.

I came back here totake. And that’s what I’ve done.

I curse under my breath, flinging open the door of the car as I shove myself back into my pants and zip up, going to findthe driver. He’s at the end of the alley, smoking a cigarette, and although he doubtless heard the noises coming from the car, he doesn’t say anything. He just nods when I tell him curtly that it’s time to go, and puts out his cigarette, striding back towards the car.

When I slide back into the car, Nicci has fixed her clothing. She’s curled into the corner of her side of the car, her face turned away from me, but I can see the tracks of tears running down her face in the dim light of the car. Her shoulders are still softly shaking, and she won’t look at me.

The sudden urge to reach for her jolts through me, an instinct to pull her into my chest and wipe away the tears trailing down her cheeks. It’s shocking, foreign, and I push it away as soon as it manifests, rejecting the feeling.

I’ve never felt the urge to comfort someone before. I’ve never been in situations where I might need to. I’ve kept myself largely apart from others over the years, walling myself off from emotions in friendships, in relationships…such as they were. I can’t really call any time I’ve spent with a woman since Sophie a ‘relationship.’

I have no reason to feel it now. I could try to untangle why I do—what combination of the plan going wrong, seeing Marco with Nicci, my threat to her, and the intoxicating pleasure of finally being inside of her—combined with coming back tothis—is causing me to have this reaction.

But I don’t. And I can’t help but wonder if it’s because, deep down, I simply don’t want to know.

Nicci doesn’t move for the entire drive back to the penthouse. She stays glued to her spot, knees pulled to her chest. Her lips are pressed together, and the occasional choked sound spills from them. Her shoulders still trembling. Looking at her makes me feel like a monster, and that makes me angry, so I finally look away, refusing to see her while she’s like this.

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