Page 115 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

He moved my neck to the side, and I hissed when he bit my collarbone. He immediately followed by sucking at the skin there. He moved, pumping in and out of me, hard and ruthless.

A soft whimper escaped my lips, with every slip of his hard shaft pushing in and out of me.

He moved faster, pumping in and out of me, overwhelming me.

“I will never let you go,” he vowed, his voice thick with feelings. Though I couldn’t distinguish them. He pulled out of me and then came back in with full force. “You are mine. We made a vow in blood and in front of God… you are mine forever.”

He overwhelmed me. The meaning of his words as he pumped hard into me took me higher and higher. The intensity of each thrust brought me closer and closer to the surge I needed.

“Nico,” I called his name, breathless.

“Don’t come yet,” he ordered and my mouth parted, a silent scream on my lips. Forgetting about his earlier command, my hands left their position above my head and wrapped around his back. Holding on to him like my life depended on him, my nails dug into his flesh hard and my back arched.

I was so close. I wouldn’t be able to hold it. But I wanted to please him. I clenched my pussy, my insides tightening around his hard cock as he thrust relentlessly.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “Cara Mia, you will break me.”

I panted, welcoming each thrust, the pleasure building, ready to break the dam. “Please, Nico,” I begged, my blood on fire.

His hand reached between our bodies and his finger found my clit, pinching it hard.

A scream left my lips and the dam shattered under the force of current into tiny little pieces as a wave of intense pleasure surged inside of me. He moved even faster, hitting me even deeper and I cried out, white lights flashing behind my eyelids.

I watched him through my orgasm, his muscles seizing, his eyes burning, setting every inch of me on fire.

“Bianca,” he growled out my name and spilled himself inside of me, his fingers digging into my flesh. Seeing the orgasm break him, just as it broke me, something inside my chest split. There was no escaping him, no hiding from him. Two bodies became one, two souls danced in the clouds, sharing in the pleasure that somehow felt special.

Did he feel it?

He buried his head into the crook of my neck, both of us breathing hard in the silence of the night. He didn’t pull out of me; he didn’t move away. It was just us.

ChapterThirty-Five

NICO

Things have shifted between Bianca and me over the last week. For the better. It had been almost a week since we’d been married, and I was the happiest I’ve ever been. We fell into a routine. Each morning she rose with me, though I told her to sleep in. She’d sit and sip on her coffee as I got ready, chatting about her plans for the day. Then she’d hand me my own coffee and walk me to the garage. Most of the evenings we’d eat dinner together, as a family, and then we’d tag team getting the kids to bed. She’d take care of her mother with Gia.

Then it was just the two of us for the night, until we’d both sprawled naked across our bed exhausted and sated. It was the same thing each night; she’d snuggle into me and doze off. I had never felt so content and happy. She made me insanely happy.

If only the threat of her father was eliminated.

Cassio and Luca sat in my office while I stood by the window watching the scene outside.

Sofia, Bianca’s mother, was slowly recovering. Today was the first time Bianca took her outside. Though per Gia and Bianca, she hadn’t spoken a word about what had happened to her. Bear’s wife, Bianca, and Gia sat with her chatting. The kids played a little distance away.

“Should we go to the ambassador’s gala or not?” Luca questioned.

I shrugged. “We could. In case Benito and Marco decided not to put all their eggs into one basket.” My gaze flitted to the two brothers. “But Bianca is not coming. It’s too risky.” They immediately nodded in agreement. They wanted to keep her safe, just as much as I.

Benito wanted to get his hands on Bianca for several reasons, thanks to me. She was his daughter, she owned a piece of prime real estate on the Amalfi Coast, and she had two daughters of her own. The biggest driver was the property in Italy, albeit having a daughter came in as a close second. His dreams of allegiances with powerful families came true with having a daughter, except that I fucked it up for him. I married her first. As was my plan, but I hadn’t counted on Bianca being the owner of the property Benito wanted.

I was fucking pissed off that the property transfer never came up in any of the background searches. It was the reason he kept her mother as his mistress for all those years. Yes, she was his favorite but there were more reasons for it than just Sofia’s beauty. Sofia Catalano was his longest standing mistress.

The coastline of Amalfi was spoken for and owned by the most influential Italian crime families. It was a rarity that happened maybe once every two hundred years that something came on the market, and usually it was snatched before theFor Salesign hit the dirt.

The Amalfi Coast has been the best smuggling secret amongst the mafia criminals and pirates of the world. I owned a good piece of it, thanks to good old Dad. Bianca’s family owned an even bigger piece, in fact the biggest piece of it. The family of Bianca’s grandmother was one of the few that passed on the property to their daughter that migrated to the States who ironically wanted nothing to do with the criminal activities. It was meant to allow their family to get out of the underworld with their property on the Amalfi coastline intact but Bianca’s grandfather fucked it up when he gambled.

The King family didn’t own any of it. But they’ve wanted in on those properties for a very long time. Tonight a slither of the coastline would be sold at the gala to the highest bidder. Benito was the only bidder. I suspected it was the reason Benito was so eager for Sophia Catalano.

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