Chapter Six
Riley
I didn’t understand the draw I felt towards Nico, or why it seemed to grow over the next few days, but I latched onto those feelings, letting the roots of them sink deep into me. I’d never been in love before, but when I heard Nico say the words I knew I was already there with him.
I’d never had a man protect me like Nico did, or have someone care for me in such a way. Yes, I had loved my father because he was my father. But he wasn’t a good enough man for my mother and I, and I knew that for a long time.
He took every last dime he made and gambled it away if he had the chance, and though I loved him because he was my father it wasn’t enough for me to believe that he wouldn’t leave us homeless and alone someday.
I tried to shove the horrible thoughts about my father away as I poked at the fresh slice of melon on my plate. It’d been three days since Nico touched me and my body was trembling with need at the thought of him.
“How are you settling in Riley?” Antonio, Nico’s right hand man took a seat beside me at the oak dining room table.
I forced a smile even though I felt a bit uncomfortable with his presence. Since Nico had brought me here, Antonio was right on my heels, watching my every movement. I didn’t know if he was watching me to make sure I didn’t run away, or if Nico had asked him too shadow me, but the way Antonio was looking at me, as if I was a piece of meat, wasn’t sitting well with me.
“Good. I’m fine.”
“How is Nico treating you? Like a princess, I presume?” He narrowed his dark eyes, and a bit of jealously skittered within the depths.
Why was Antonio jealous?
I swallowed down the discomfort I was feeling. Nico wouldn’t let anyone here hurt me. He wouldn’t let anyone touch me, not even Antonio, right?
“It’s… It’s been very….” I paused for a moment, just as Nico appeared in the kitchen, his eyes finding me immediately. Tension rolled off of him, his posture tight and pulling his jacket tightly across his shoulders. His expression soured, like he’d eaten something bitter.
Was he mad at me?
“Antonio, out.” The growl in Nico’s voice didn’t go unnoticed and even turned me on a little bit, my thighs clenching together to hold back the need inside me.
Antonio blinked, seeming shocked before pushing away from the table. “I wasn’t doing anything to her boss. Just talking.”
Nico didn’t spare him a look, instead he kept his heated gaze on me, making my entire body flash into a goopy mess. “Hey…”
“Go.” Nico hissed through his teeth.
Antonio didn’t say another word, he just slipped out of the room as if he was never there, and somehow that made me feel less tense, knowing he was gone and that I wasn’t alone with him.
Silence trickled between us. Nico holding my gaze as if waiting for a confession I didn’t have to give.
“It’s my job to protect you.” Nico’s lips snarled.
I flinched, unsure as to why he was so angry with me. Had I done something wrong? “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know that I did something wrong.” My lips trembled, and the thought of Nico shipping me away filled my mind.
With clenched fists at his sides, Nico exhaled a breath before crossing the space that separated us. He looked less menacing when he opened his eyes again, seeming to calm himself down. “I’m not mad at you little one. I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t like Antonio being so close to you. You’re mine, and if I’m not around when he’s near you it infuriates me.”
Nico’s honesty caused my heart to pound in my chest. He was protecting me once more, proving his point further, that I truly was his, and only his. “I… I’m sorry. If I’d known it was going to bother you eating in the kitchen while Antonia was here I would’ve gotten up right away.” And I would’ve.
I didn’t like Antonio or the way he looked at me. He was like a vulture ready to swoop down and attack at any given second, like I was his carrion to feast on. Nico seemed to be more rational as he threaded his fingers through my hair, the sensation making my body tremble.
“Don’t ever be sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You didn’t know. I wasn’t thinking straight…” He whispered into my ear.
Shivers cascaded across my skin, flooding my body when he pressed the hardness of his arousal against side. Close, he was so close, and yet so far away while dressed in his designer suit. But I was feeling bold, and confident in his presence. “I like you not thinking straight.” I murmured, wondering if he would even hear me.
“Is that right? You like me sexed up, hard for you, possessive, all alpha like?”
His spiced scent invaded my nostrils, and that deep-rooted need I wasn’t quiet accustomed to rushed through me. Nico made me feel like a woman, he possessed me like a woman, and he treated me as if I was a Queen. “I want you.” I panted, dropping the fork in my hands, and shoving away from the table.
Nico slid his tongue against my goosebumped skin. “Do you want me to fuck you, because I’ve envisioned myself doing so far too often in the last couple of days. You make me crazy Riley, absolutely fucking crazy.”
I licked my lips, thinking about how he had fucked me relentlessly even when he wanted to be gentle with me. But I hadn’t wanted gentle. I didn’t want gentle now. I just wanted him. Pushing away from the table, I stood, letting his body tower over mine.
His arousal was that much more evident now that I was standing and I wanted him, wanted to please him though he was fully dressed. “I want you in my mouth.” I sucked on my bottom lip watching, as his eyes grew wide with approval. He wanted me to suck him off just as much as I wanted to myself.
Without another word escaping either of our lips he was gripping me by the arm, pulling me through a door, and leading me into a dimly lit room.
We could’ve been in a cellar, or anywhere really, it didn’t matter not to me, and not to Nico either.
The arousal I had for the man before me only grew with the words he spoke. He was so vulgar, and dirty and it made me want him more and more.
I nodded my head before dropping to my knees against the wood floor. My gaze swung around the room, and I realized we were in the pantry, as canned goods, and other products lined the shelves behind both of us. I moved my eyes from the surroundings and instead lifted them to Nico’s dark orbs.
He was staring at me like a lion stalking its prey, the primal need he had for me oozed out of every pore on his body. I lifted my hands, gripping his belt, and undoing the buckle.
“Touch yourself.” His gruff voice echoed in the space.
He wasn’t asking me. He was demanding me. “But I want to touch you. I want to make you feel the same way you made me feel with your tongue.” I whined, wanting to show him I could do this, that I could handle his domineering ways.
He shook his head, lifting a finger and rubbing it against my lips, before pushing it inside my mouth.
I nibbled on the thick digit imagining it slipping in and out of my pussy until I was nothing more than a slippery mess.
“Fuck yes, suck my finger, baby…”
Nico praised, causing sparks of excitement to tingle down my spine. I sucked his finger, swirling my tongue against it, all while wishing his finger was his cock I was tasting right now.
Sweat tingled across my skin and the room grew hotter with every second that passed, How much longer would it be before he snapped and took me against the wall.
Questions spun in my mind. Would someone walk in one us? Maybe Antonio? I could only hope. Maybe then Antonio would see how serious things were between me and Nico. I nipped his finger tip.
“Hot damn Riley, your lips are…” A cross between a grunt and growl tumbled from his full lips as I sucked the digit harder.
It was strangely erotic, the moisture between my legs pooling, and something I never would’ve considered to be a turn on.
“Fuck…” He pulled his finger from my mouth, and gripped me by the chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “I want to fuck your mouth sweet girl… Will you let me do that? Will you make my biggest fantasy come true?”
I blinked up at him. He’d thought about me sucking him off. I was pleased to know he wanted this to happen as much as me so I did the one thing I planned on doing all along. I finished undoing his belt and pulled out his throbbing cock.
Nico was huge, his cock at least ten inches long, and thick with a velvety mushroom shaped head.
I licked just the tip of the steel rod, amazement overtaking me as Nico’s body shuddered. He was restraining himself, holding back, and I didn’t like that, not at all. Yes, I was inexperienced, but I wanted to please him like no other woman ever had before so with little knowledge I licked my lips and hoped I was doing it right.
I sucked the tip, before gently scraping my teeth against his shaft. He was thick, and hard as a rock.
He tasted like soap, and a saltiness lingered on my tongue when I pulled away, to speak. “I’ve never done this before, so I might need your help.” I said shyly hoping he wouldn’t turn me away. I wanted this moment with him, this chance to prove myself. Nico’s face paled and for a second I wondered if he really was going to put a stop to what I was doing to him.
“I’m barely holding on and then you say something like that? Fuck Riley. I’m ready to explode, and you haven’t even taken me all the way into your tight mouth yet.”
I smiled, gripping his cock in my small hand. I moved slowly, up and down his cock, pumping him in and out of my hand like I’d seen him do in the shower the first day he’d brought me to his mansion.
Pre-cum beaded at the head, and I eyed it precariously. I wanted to lick it, just to see what it tasted liked, so I did. I licked the goopy cum off the head of his cock, and listened to the sharp intake of Nico’s breaths as he watched me do it.
“Did I do something wrong?” I questioned, pulling away slowly.
His eyes flashed almost black. Without a word being said, his thick fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my lips to his shaft. “I can’t hold on any longer sweetness. I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Breathe through your nose, and whatever you do, down bite.” His hissed.
I opened my mouth, excitement shooting through me. I was wearing a sundress that he had picked out for me, leaving me access to my pussy.
Nico took my silence as agreement and slipped the tip of his cock into my mouth, before pulling it out, and plunging back in.
I gagged as the huge head of his cock slammed into the back of my throat. My eyes watered as his thrust grew harsher, his fingers sinking into my scalp as he held me in place, while he fucked my mouth. Pleasure coursed through me as I looked up at him, his head tipped back while a mirage of emotions swarmed his expression.
I was so turned on, I hadn’t realized I was moving my hand toward my pussy, until I felt the wetness against my panties, my swollen clit begging for attention.
“Damnit. I’m not going to last long with your warm mouth wrapped around my cock.” Nico’s rasped.
As his grasp grew harsher, I knew he was close, and that only excited me more. Pushing my panties to the side, I slipped two fingers inside my soaked cunt, letting the arousal and need for him wash over me. I was more than soaked, I was drenched, my fingers gliding in and out of my tightness with little ease.
“You’re trying to kill me Riley, fingering that tight pussy, while sucking my cock…” He spoke through clenched teeth.
I upped my pace placing a third finger into my swollen cunt, wishing it was Nico’s cock that was slipping in and out of me. Then something happened, something inside Nico snapped.
Before I could object, he pulled all the way out of my mouth, and picked me up off the floor, slamming me against the wall.
The air rushed from my lungs, as excitement zinged down my spine.
His fingers moved from under my dress against my thigh, and then gripped onto my panties.
I could hear the fabric tearing but if I was being honest I didn’t care. It didn’t matter to me. All I wanted was Nico, inside me, on me, against me, taking me hard and fast just like I knew he wanted too. “Don’t be gentle, Nico. Fuck me, please…” I begged, right as he slammed into me to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass. Nico might’ve been a criminal, but there was no denying the way he felt about me, or the lengths he would go to show me that I was his, all his. Every single shred of my heart belonged to him, and soon, soon I would tell him that, just as he told me.
Love wasn’t a crime at all.