Page 120 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“I need to taste you,” he said in a guttural voice, his strong hands tearing at my dress. I watched him through my heavy eyelids, panting. My bra followed, and his eyes darkened into gray pools.

A deep, guttural noise erupted from his throat. “Your tits, wife,” he said. “Your body. All mine.”

The reverence in his eyes, the desire and lust… it was searing into my soul. I wanted it all for the cold future I would have without him. He stood there all male, the outline of his erection hard against his suit pants. He was magnificent, his shirt half-way unbuttoned, the tattoo of the wolf peeking underneath it. A perfect mixture of a gentleman and savage.

Discarding the material on the floor, his eyes never wavered from me, burning with desire and igniting my own into a volcano. In one sudden move, he ripped my panties next.

“To my desk,” he ordered. Without hesitation I went to it, ready to hop onto it but his voice stopped me. “No. Bend over it.” I did, the cool surface against my breasts sending goosebumps down my flesh. I turned my cheek to the left, watching him behind me.

Dark hunger inflamed my senses and I pressed my palms flat, gripping to the edge of the table. My body ached with need as Nico traced his one finger down my spine, his gaze burning my skin.

“Are you going to fuck me or just stare at my ass?” I muttered, taunting while hot lava burned through my veins.

Smack.

My body jolted forward at an unexpected move.

“Don’t taunt me, Cara Mia?” he chided.

I wiggled my ass, grinding myself against him.

Smack.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. I clenched my legs together to hide my arousal, but Nico noticed it. Of course, he would notice.

“Open them,” he ordered. My legs spread open, my ass at his disposal and evidence of my arousal clear for him to see. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him kneel down.

“Jesus, Bianca,” he muttered, his breath hot against my sex. “You bring me to my knees every fucking time. I’ll never have enough of you,” he admitted, his gaze fixated on my glistening sex.

I never knew a woman could orgasm from words alone, but with this man, I could. A look from my husband and I could combust into flames. The moment his hot tongue lapped my sex, instantly an orgasm shattered through me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, pushing myself against his tongue, riding the wave. I shouldn’t be this sensitive anymore. I had had more sex in the last week than I’ve had in the last two years. Yet, it was different and new every time with Nico.

He stood up to his full length before driving two fingers into my sex, and instantly I convulsed around his fingers, needing more of him.

“So wet,” he murmured. “Is that for me?”

“Yes,” I panted. “God, Nico. Please.”

He removed his fingers from my pussy and traced backward, stopping over the forbidden hole. I shifted away, but he quickly reprimanded me with a sharp smack.

“Don’t move, wife.” I instantly stilled and his finger started massaging my wetness into the soft skin of my back entrance. His finger slid into me and a shiver ran through my body.

I pulled away again.Smack.

My ass cheeks burned with the sting but at the same time, I felt good when he rubbed his palm over it.

“Do you know why the punishment?”

“B-because I pulled away?”

He slid his finger into my back entranceagain. “No, Cara Mia,” he crooned. “If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word.”

Did I want to say the word? I didn’t think so. His finger was too big but it felt so good. So damn forbidden and good.

Smack.

“Fuck, Nico,” I cried out. “Just fuck me already. I can’t wait anymore.”

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