Chapter 151
Chapter 151
Lucky
It’s been a week since I last saw Nico smile. And the wedding is looming ever closer. My heart prangs most of the time, since it seems that nothing will bring him out of his grump and foul mood.
“Baby, what is going on? You need to talk to me. I feel like you are shutting me out, Nico.” He is currently in his office brooding, where he has been all night.
Despite the fact that his eyes look drained and tired, he still looks sexy to me with the five o’clock stubble on his strong jaw, which is ticking like he’s on crack.
“Nothing is wrong, Lucky. I have a lot on my mind. I’m sorry, Princess that I’ve been a shit the last few days.” He swivels around in his chair behind the desk and reaches out his hand for me to go to him.
I walk into the office and take his hand; he pulls me onto his lap. I run an arm around his tense neck and run my fingers through his hair.
“Listen, you can’t fool me, Nico. I know you very well and there is something that is eating you. I can sense it. We’re getting married in a week, and I don’t know if it’s something I’ve done or one of your brothers. Is it the business?”
He rests his head against my cheek and lets out a long, deep sigh. “No to all of the above, Princess. There is trouble but nothing we can’t handle. Petrov is still being a thorn in my side but Tony assures me he is getting it under control. He’s taken measures with Petrov’s men, so far, they’re scared away from our territory.”
I continue to run my long fingers through his hair, enjoying the warmth of his arm wrapped around my waist. “Then tell me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, Nico. I want to be an equal in this relationship not like the other wives who are kept in the dark until something sinister happens and it’s too late.”
“Kiss me,” he commands in a deep voice that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. I can feel the hardness of his erection in his pants against my hip.
Lowering my head I brush my lips against his, he tastes of his favorite Macallan. I don’t say anything that it is too early in the morning to be drinking, he does what me must do. Whatever this shit is, it must be weighing heavy on his mind.
Nico probes his tongue into my lips and I allow him entry. Our tongues clash and collide. The kiss is powerful and deep. I surrender to him and relax against his hard chest as he digs his fingers into the fleshy part of my hip bone. I let out a moan.
“I want you, Princess. Now.” Am I drowning? It’s like we are the only two people to exist in this world, no fighting or turf wars, no enemies trying to kill us or hurt us. Just Nico and I. Him and me until eternity.
“Won’t someone come to the office?”
He chuckles, the first one I’ve heard in the last week. It makes my heart flutter. This is a break through from his dark and oppressive mood.
“Get up and lock the door, be a good girl and I’ll make you so darn happy,” his voice is a rumble and does things to me that feel unimaginable. My panties feel wet from his words alone.
“Okay,” I say getting up from him and walking towards the door and closing it, then lock it with the big, ornate master key. It’s like a fancy key to some precious vault.
“Now come here and hitch that skirt up and straddle me,” he commands. Damn my heart is racing, I can feel the whoosh of my pulse in my ears. This man knows how to get a girl’s panties soaked by talking.
“Don’t talk, I want to fuck you in silence and remember, not a sound.” I love how deep his voice is, how it hits a chord inside my body sending my mind completely haywire. Where Nico is concerned, there are no boundaries whatsoever. He makes me feel wanted and needed.
His cock feels too big to fit as I straddle him, line him up to my hole and slide down on him, my wetness coating his impressive manhood. “Good girl,” he tells me as he bites at my neck. I move my chest forward, my nipples begging for attention. Nico’s hands remain firmly on my ass gripping me so hard that I can feel the mix of pleasure and pain.
He uses his arm strength to bounce me up and down on his cock, then rocking me forward and backward. This man knows exactly what a woman needs to get herself off. Then he begins to slam his own hips up ferociously, searing his hard cock deep inside my pussy.
“This cunt was made for me, Princess. You are mine; all fucking mine.”
Our orgasms collide into each other as we pant, our breathing all over the place. I feel the tsunami crash through my body inexplicably, biting hard on my hand not to scream out loud and let everyone know that Nico Santangelo is fucking me in his office.