Page 91 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

Family.

It was a family photo. It gave out family vibes and feels. Luca and Cassio would never know they were uncles to my twins. My girls would never know they had uncles. It was for the better I told myself, but something deep inside me kept calling me on my bullshit.

“Everything good?” Raising my head, I met his eyes. They could be so cold, yet burn with such passion. I sensed he had his own scars hidden within the depths of the secrets. Especially after his revelation about his sister.

Sizzling attraction, two souls, and many secrets. Add revenge to that mix, and it was a recipe for disaster.

There was no concern in his stormy gaze. He would have known before me if something would have happened. Unlike any other man I have ever met, this man exercised control and power over everything and everyone.

I nodded.

Longing to get lost in him, in this powerful lust that brewed between us and the longing of my body for his touch was so strong, it was terrifying.

Because I knew it wouldn’t last.

Because he had his own agenda and revenge that somehow involved me.

Because my days were counting down.

As if pulled by invisible force, I found my steps leading me to him. Nico Morrelli, my master manipulator and my husband, was my gravity.

So far, the status quo with him has either angered me or turned me on. Like there wasn’t an in-between.

His hands came around my waist and he gripped it tightly, as his lips sought mine. He kissed me long and deep, hard and possessive. This man dominated my body with ease. It petrified me that he could dominate my heart too. It scared the daylights out of me.

Lifting me up effortlessly, my hands around his nape, our mouths continued colliding, a hungry dance.

I had no idea how we found ourselves in the bedroom, my back against the wall. When this man touched me, everything faded except for him. The world could be on fire, the Earth burning, but with Nico’s hands on me, I’d miss it all.

I slid off his body, standing chest to chest, devouring the taste of my husband. He pulled the side zipper of my dress down and stepped back.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his eyes burning with flames my body felt.

Without resistance, I immediately obeyed. It was what I wanted too. His hands on my skin, his mouth on my flesh. I was dying for it.

I shimmied out of my form fitting dress, leaving me in my lacy, white panties and matching, strapless bra. Courtesy of Nico Morrelli. He thought of everything when he bought my wedding dress. The white dress pooled around my feet, waiting for his next instruction.

“Your bra,” his voice was hoarse.

My hands trembled as I reached behind me to obey him. I might banter with him on everything else, but in this department, I was more than happy to oblige. Tossing the bra on the ground, I waited for his next instruction.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the moon shining through the large windows. He loomed like a tall, dark shadow over me, still wearing his pristine suit while I practically stood naked in front of him. I knew his next order before he even uttered it.

“Panties.” One word. Last piece of clothing till I was completely at his mercy.

Naked.

Exposed.

His.

I hooked my fingers into the lacy band and pushed them down my thighs and legs. I stepped out of them, my eyes never wavering from him.

His jaw ticked, as if he held on to his control by a thread. I wanted to push him, see him lose control. I wanted to see the man hiding behind that steel wall. He walked the short steps to me, the cloth of his suit brushing against my soft flesh.

He gripped my neck, sliding his hand upwards into my hair; then pulled my face close to his, our breaths mingling while my heart thundered against my ribcage. His other hand ran up my thighs, until it came to my sweet spot and the second his thumb brushed against it, a moan vibrated in the room.

I wanted to touch his body, feel his hot skin against my flesh. So far, he has touched the most intimate parts of my body while I have yet to touch his skin, seehisbody. My hands reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulder and discarding it on the floor with my wedding dress.

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