Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
This time though, he doesn’t grab my finger like he wants to break it at least. He only looks at me, and his eyes are enough to make me shiver with anticipation.
“I will not leave you alone. You’re supposed to be impressing me, remember?”
“And would it be so impressive if I let Elise rub her stupid fake ass all over your crotch?”
His smile twitched slightly. “I had no choice in that.”
“I’m sorry, Elise is like five-foot-five and a hundred pounds. I’m pretty sure you could throw her fifty feet if you wanted.”
“She’s your father’s wife,” he says quietly, still glaring into my eyes with all that hate-fuck energy. “If she wants to sit in my lap and take pictures of herself, I can’t say shit about it.”
My teeth clamp down. On the one hand, yeah, he’s right—Elise is my father’s wife and that means she has some sway over the guys in the Famiglia. Nico can’t piss her off, and he can’t just throw her onto the ground.
But it’s bullshit to act like he has no agency.
Elise is a vapid little selfish queen, but she’s not an idiot. If Nico wanted her to move, he could’ve made her move.
“Well, I’m my father’s daughter, and I’m telling you to fuck off.”
He laughs once. “I don’t think so.”
“Seriously, Nico. I get it. I’m not a freaking child. I’m not even mad about Elise sitting in your lap.” His eyebrows raise and I glare death at him. “Really, I’m not. You want the truth?”
“That’s all I want from you.”
“I’m mad at myself for the way I reacted. Okay? Does that make you feel better?”
He moves closer. I take a step back and stumble over a chair, but he catches my waist before I fall. He pulls me against his body, turns me away, and takes three big steps until my back slams against the nearest wall five feet from the cat poster.
My palms press flat against his chest and his fingers dig into my hips.
“That doesn’t make me feel better at all,” he says like it hurts to form the words. “If anything, that makes this so much worse.”
“Why? What is it with you? You hate me so much, but you keep looking at me like you want to strip me naked.”
“Because that’s exactly what I want to do.” His right hand moves up my side, along my breasts, up my neck, along my cheek, and back into my hair. I gasp when he pulls it tight in his fist, locking me tighter to the wall.
“You’re correct, you have no right to tell me what to do. You have no right to get jealous or angry, even if I do want Elise in my lap, which I absolutely do not. I hate that you think you have a claim on me and I hate it even more that I want you to have that claim.”
“I hate the way you touch me.” I dig my fingers harder into his muscular chest and feel the heat radiating from beneath his shirt. “I hate the way you talk to me. And I really hate the way you pull my hair.”
He pulls it harder and kisses me.
He smothers me with his mouth and I drown beneath him. I gyrate my hips, grinding into him, and I release this stupid, pathetic whimper like I’m unable to keep myself under control—because I’m not.
Every time he does this, I lose it.
Even when I’m mad. No, especially when I’m mad.
It only makes me want to fuck him more.
To feel his hard, firm hands on my naked, soft skin.
To take his thick, long cock between my legs.
I want him to split me apart and ruin me.
God, I want it so bad I could scream.
His free hand fumbles with the button of my pants. I moan into his kiss and my pulse skyrockets.
I’m dripping wet in anticipation of him. The night in the car comes back to me, but that’s like a distant echo of now.
He tugs my pants open and I release a wild gasp.
But instead of slipping his fingers down between my legs like I desperately want, he steps back.
I blink rapidly, breathing hard. “What are you—?”
He drops to his knees and rips down my pants.
“Nico!”
He kisses my inner thigh. He licks me over my panties—my soaked, worthless panties—and yanks those down too.
I’m exposed, soaking wet, and he’s on his knees in front of me with his mouth covering my dripping pussy.
“You can’t,” I managed to gasp as I grab his hair and force him to look up. “Someone could come in. Nico, oh my god, but—”
He licks me then. His tongue laps against my clit and he sucks it and, fuck, I lose my mind completely, pleasure exploding through my brain like an atom bomb and I’m his, all his, all his.