Page 119 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

Surprise flashed in his eyes. “Finally,” he murmured. “What did she say?”

I leaned in to shower his neck with kisses. It was a calculated move on my part. To hide my face as I told him my lie.

“She wants to leave the country,” I murmured against his skin, kissing his pulse. “Start somewhere fresh, away from everyone.” Snaking my hands underneath his suit jacket, my hands brushed against his gun. He hadn’t taken it off yet.

“We can help with that,” he murmured, his hand wrapping around the nape of my neck, his fingers digging up into my hair as he gripped it. He angled my face away from his neck, his lips crashing against mine. It was always the same with him. His hunger matched my own. I parted my lips, letting him in, his warm tongue dancing with mine and the ache between my thighs intensified with each second.

I peeled myself away from his face, breaking the kiss. I didn’t want to lose all my sense until I got what I needed.

“She needs travel documents,” I breathed hard. “Fast.”

He nodded and stood up, then put me back in the seat. I already missed his heat. It was amazing that another human being could so easily become an extended part of you.

“I have a contact we can use,” he offered. “I’ll send it to you and just send him the info, and when he has it ready, he’ll deliver it to one of my men.”

No, he’ll deliver it to me. I’d iron that out directly with the contact.

I stared as my husband strode over to his painting.

He reached up and pulled on the frame of the painting, revealing a safe hidden behind it.

I watched, holding my breath, as he entered a long code and then the safe door opened. He pulled his gun out of his holster and put it inside on top of some documents, and stacks and stacks of money.

Runaway money.

It would be enough to make us disappear. Averting my eyes, scared that he’d see the plan in them, I watched through the windows, seeing the dark of the night. My heart thundered and my nerve endings threatened to jump out of my skin.

The next second, my phone buzzed, which made me jump.

“Just sent you the guy’s contact information,” Nico said. A rush of relief hit me with his words. My plan was plausible. “He’ll know who you are and can get the stuff done within the same day.”

I couldn’t believe it was that easy. A part of me objected to being so sneaky and dishonest, but I shoved it deep down. It wasn’t as if anything started with honesty in this relationship.

Pushing my guilty conscience aside, I stood up and walked over to him.

“My destiny,” he murmured against my forehead. “I’ll always find you, Bianca. Because you are my destiny.”

Destiny.It was odd timing to bring it up.

My heartbeat flipped at his words, burning them into my skin and my soul, as his lips lowered to mine. The kiss was soft and sweet and heartbreaking.

Life had a cruel sense of humor.

His palms came to my face and he held my head, observing me with scrutiny.

“Is something the matter?” Nico was too perceptive. So I distracted him the only way I knew how. My hands reached for his tie and I started undoing it. I lifted onto my toes and kissed him gently. Usually we were too hungry for each other to take it slow. Right now, I wanted it slow, to savor every single second of my beautiful deceiver.

I darted my tongue across his lower lip, nibbling it gently. His tongue took over, engaging in a feverish dual with mine. He sucked on my tongue, his erection already pressing against my belly.

Just kissing with Nico Morrelli was erotic enough to make me burst into flames. I was already so wet for him, the moisture pooling between my legs, soaking my panties. Discarding his tie, I worked on getting rid of his jacket and then fumbled with the buttons, eager to feel his skin against mine.

Our slow kissing worked up and became a starving need. We kissed like it was our first time, our last time. Desperation and hunger in every touch and kiss. There was never somewhere in-between with us. The hunger was too strong. I pushed my body against his, needing his warmth. Even knowing his betrayal, I wanted him. I loved him.

Was it fucked up? Maybe, but I couldn’t control it any more than my heritage.

I love you.The words whispered in my mind, wanting out, but I kept them locked.

His grunting and my moans mixed in the stillness of the night.

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