Page 69 of Darkest Desire
“I said no of course. He doesn’t get to have what’s mine.” He grips my arms. “No other man does.”
Some of the tension leaves my body. “Ok.”
“Did you really think I’d let him have you? You think that of me?”
“No,” I murmur. “I just didn’t know…”
“I was going to come in here and spank you for telling Giovanni about our personal lives. But I see now that he forced you into saying it. You just saved yourself from a spanking.”
I swallow hard. “Nico.”
“But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you tonight.” He picks me up by the waist and throws me onto the bed.
I gasp when he drags my hips to the end of the bed and shoves my nightgown up.
“No panties?” he growls.
“I don’t like to sleep with underwear on.”
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses along my inner thighs, sending goosebumps up my skin. The memory of him doing this to me before sends a flare of arousal through me. I’mdesperate for this even if I am still conflicted in how I feel for him.
“You are mine,” he says right before he plants his lips on my sensitive nub. I moan and open my legs wider. The sensation is too good to ignore. I can’t pretend I don’t like this.
Nico grips my thighs, holding onto me tight, while his tongue runs along my bud and folds. My hips arch up, seeking more friction, but he stays just out of reach, keeping me desperate.
“Nico,” I gasp out, clenching the bedsheets in my hands.
He moans himself as he runs his tongue along my most intimate area. I’ve never known pleasure this intense before Nico entered my life. It’s enough to make a person addicted. Enough to make a person fall in love.
“I love hearing you say my name.” His breath tickles my inner thighs. “I want you to scream my name for me.” He stands up and presses his palm against my vulva. My hips arch up even more. His fingers provide a lot more friction than his tongue does.
Nico stares me down as he runs his fingers over my clit. Rubbing and flicking and pressing it. My body has never felt more alive than in this moment.
“Oh!” I cry out when he presses that perfect spot right onto my nub.
“Scream my name,” he commands.
“No.” Even now, I still can’t help but deny him that. The need to challenge him is strong.
“My name, Sasha. I know you want to say it. You already said it.”
“I’m not going to say it again.” I try to keep bravado in my voice but it only comes out a breathless whisper. My hips are rocking against his hand while my hands clench the bedsheets. It’s all too much. Too much. Too…
I can feel my pleasure growing and growing.
“You are going to look me right in the eye,” he says, “as you come for me. And you’re going to moan my name.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he says in a more gentle tone. “Come for me, sweetheart. You can.”
The mixture of his intense touch with his sweet words is enough to make my release hit me.
And before I can stop myself, I utter the one word I didn’t want to say in a moment like this: “Nico.”
He smiles down at me, his finger working my body like a mechanic knowing exactly what he’s doing. I can’t stop my pleasure from washing over my body.
And I can’t deny that saying Nico’s name in a moment of pleasure is not as bad as I thought it would be.
