by Mae Doyle
“Not good enough, Isabella. Tell me more.” He put me on the counter, and I gasped at the cool surface hitting my hot skin. While he waited for me to respond, Nicolo slowly opened my legs, trailing a finger up my inner thigh.
It was almost impossible for me to think, and if he moved his hand any higher, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to come up with a coherent thought.
“I want you,” I gasped out as his fingers danced closer to my slit, “to take me.”
“You want me to take you.” He sounded almost amused and I frowned at him before trying again. I didn’t know how to tell him what I wanted. What I needed.
I wasn’t sure how to make it clear that I thought I was going to explode if I didn’t have him in me. On me. Taking me for his own, taking every part of who I was. I wanted nothing more than to belong, completely and fully, to Nicolo, and that fact scared the shit out of me.
“I want you. I need you.” I locked my arms around his neck, forcing him to look up and at me. “You’re what I need, Nicolo,” I said, but whatever else I had been planning to say was forced from my mind as he slipped his fingers into my slit.
I gasped, throwing my head back at the intrusion, at the way he stroked inside of me. We’d only been together a handful of times, but it didn’t matter. Nicolo knew my body better than I ever had.
“I am what you need,” he growled, his mouth so close to my ear that I shivered at the warmth of his breath. “I’m exactly what you need, what you have to have to survive, and I’m the only person on the planet who can make you feel as good as you deserve, Isabella.”
I moaned, the sound slipping from my mouth as he rolled my clit under his thumb. My skin was slippery and wet and I dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to brace myself against the waves of pleasure that I knew were going to rock through my body.
“Come for me, Isabella,” he whispered, lightly biting my ear and tugging it. “Come all over me. Now.”
It was like he knew exactly what to say and to do to make my body lose control. I may have thought that I was in control of myself, but as soon as the words left his mouth, I felt the shattering begin.
The nerves in my body all exploded at once. Pleasure racked my body, from my toes to my head, and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. It was almost impossible for me to feel centered, to pull myself together, and so I let myself go.
Waves of pleasure washed over me, each one stronger than the last. I felt like I was drowning in it and I clung even harder to Nicolo. He was the only strong constant in my life and I knew that I needed him to make sure that I didn’t get totally swept away.
Without him, I wasn’t sure what I would do. I wasn’t sure who I would be, and after the time that we’d spent together, I knew that I didn’t want to try to find out.
“Isabella,” he whispered, then he kissed me, his mouth crashing onto mine, his tongue forceful against my own as we battled each other. Slowly, I felt like I could breathe again. I still held onto Nicolo, still used him to keep me centered and whole, but not because I needed him as badly as I had before.
It was because I wanted him.
“You’re mine,” he told me, picking me up from the counter and swinging me into his arms. My whole body throbbed and I clung to him as he carried me across the cabin to the bedroom. “You’re mine, Isabella, and you need to understand that.”
I shrieked a little as he tossed me onto the bed, and quickly turned over to look at him, but he swept my good arm out from under me and pinned me to the bed, pushing my legs apart with his knee. Nicolo ran a line of hot kisses down my chest, pausing to suck my nipples into hard peaks, then worked his way across my stomach, making every muscle in my body twist and tighten.
“You belong to me,” he told me, sliding down my body so that he was looking up at me from between my legs. “You’re mine, Isabella. Do you understand?”
I nodded but couldn’t speak. I felt like my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth and I couldn’t form a coherent sentence if I tried. Never in my life had I felt like that before – but never in my life had I wanted someone as badly as I wanted Nicolo.
Before I could think any longer about what he meant to me, he licked me, his tongue lapping up my folds, making me squirm. Quickly, he shifted his position, using his hands to hold me down and to keep my hips pinned to the bed.
I reached for him, trying to pull him up to me. I was so sensitive from before that I didn’t think I could handle what he was going to do, but he pushed my hands away and pulled me to him, dropping his hot mouth on me before I could say anything to try to stop him.
My mouth fell open and my head dropped back as he licked and sucked at me. All of the sensations were heightened from me having just come in the kitchen. I squirmed under him, my orgasm rising faster and harder than the last one had.
“Nicolo,” I gasped out, threading my fingers through his hair. He ignored my plea and slipped his fingers into me, slowing working me closer to the edge.
I fell over it, screaming for him as I came. There wasn’t any way that I could possibly hold off from coming, not when he was in me, not when I knew how badly he wanted me.
He kept stroking me, coaxing me deeper into the pleasure, forcing me to take more of it on until my head went under the waves and I fell apart, wet and shaking, on the bed.
Chapter 22
Nicolo
I wanted Isabella to feel good.
Scratch that. I wanted her to feel great. I wanted her to learn that she couldn’t experience pleasure without me. That she needed me to bring her to the edge and push her over time and time again.
That nobody else would make her feel the way that I did.
That nobody else would ever love her the way that I did.
Her body couldn’t take much more, not when I’d pulled two hard orgasms like that from her, but that didn’t mean that I was going to give her a break. Not with her spread out before me, delicious and soft, her warm body begging for my cock.
I slid off of her and stripped, keeping my eyes locked on her to make sure that she didn’t try to get up and leave. There wasn’t any way that I was letting her out of my sight.
She knew that she belonged to me, and I was going to make sure that it stayed that way. It didn’t matter what she thought or how it had been in the past – Isabella belonged to me. I’d known it from the moment I laid eyes on her, but it had just taken her a little longer to come to the same realization.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked her as I climbed back on the bed. It was a silly thing to ask – I could see how wet and eager she was for me, and she nodded slowly, her teeth clamped so hard on her bottom lip that I was sure she was going to draw blood if she wasn’t careful.
Reaching up, I stroked her mouth, and I wasn’t surprised when my thumb came away red. Carelessly, I wiped the blood down her chest then leaned up and lapped it off before kissing her. There was a surge of coppery warmth in my mouth and I sucked her lower lip, a heady feeling growing as I took her blood from her.
She reached up and around me, digging her nails into my back to pull me down closer to her. We were entwined, but my cock ached to be inside her sweet little cunt.
Leaning back, I pulled away from her and centered myself at her opening. She bucked her hips up at me and grabbed my hips, pulling me down closer to her.
Just one thrust and I’d be buried in her. I wanted it, hell, my body ached and screamed for the release that I knew she could give me, but I held back a moment, slowly stroking along her slit with my length.
The friction of my cock on her clit made her moan and she arched her back, her perfect tits pushed closer to my face. Without thinking, I leaned down and sucked one nipple, lightly grazing it with my teeth until she cried out in pain and pleasure.
I wanted my Isabella to know that I was the only one who could give her the pleasure that she wanted, and the only one she should turn to when she needed to feel good. She belonged to me, not just physically, but in all ways, and she n
eeded to know that.
She had to remember that.
Pulling away from her, I thumbed her nipple and pinched it, rolling it between my finger and thumb while at the same time I thrust into her. Isabella opened her mouth like she was going to cry out in pain, but instead, a long moan left her body as her muscles tightened around me.
We may not have been together for a very long time yet, but our bodies knew that we belonged together. They knew that we needed each other and that we had found our homes. Her perfect little pussy, with tight muscles pulling on me, was exactly where I needed to be.
I began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, enjoying the way she squirmed under me. She was gasping for breath, and once I heard her say my name, but she was having a hard time opening her eyes to look at me.
“Isabella. Look at me.” I wanted her eyes locked on me when I pulled another orgasm from her. I wanted her to see the one person who could make her feel so good and who would protect me.
Her eyelids fluttered but she didn’t open them.
“Isabella.” My voice was harder and I paused for a moment even though my entire body wanted me to keep fucking her. I had to get her attention, and I knew that the only way was to stop giving her the pleasure she wanted.
Her eyes flew open. “Don’t…stop,” she gasped, and I grinned at her.
“Greedy little Isabella,” I said, running my thumb across her lip and then lightly squeezing her throat. Hate raged in me when I thought about someone else putting a collar on her. Someone else looking at her the way that I did.
She was mine.
“You need to know that you’re mine,” I told her, squeezing a little tighter. I could feel her twist her body under mine and try to thrust up towards me. She wanted me to keep fucking her, and my body screamed for me to plunge deeper in her hot cunt, but I kept still.
Isabella nodded.
“Look at me. Tell me the words.” Slowly I thrust deeper into her, enjoying the way her pussy tightened around me. She was close to coming, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
“I’m yours,” she said, closing her eyes with pleasure.
I squeezed tighter and she reached up in surprise, clawing at my hand. “Look at me and tell me who you belong to.”
Her eyes had a bit of fear behind them, but she managed to hide it well as she locked eyes with me. I could see deep into her, and grinned when she responded, “I belong to you, Nicolo.”
“That’s fucking right, you do,” I told her, slipping out of her cunt. She cried out and reached for me, but I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, pulling them back to me so that her sweet ass was in my face.
I spanked her, a red welt appearing almost instantly and she cried out in pleasure. “You’re mine,” I told her, spreading her legs apart and dipping my head to taste her juices. Fuck, she was soaking, her perfect cunt glistening and ready for me.
I swirled my tongue around her clit until she bucked back onto my face, then sat up and spanked her again, leaving another red mark. Before she could turn or try to say anything, I got on my knees and plunged my cock deep into her.
I was completely sheathed in her perfect pussy and I pulled back and thrust, my cock practically spearing her. She cried out and twisted on me, but I didn’t let her go. I wasn’t letting her go anywhere again.
Pressure built up at the base of my spine as I thrust deeper into her and I dug my fingers into her hips, slamming her back as hard as possible on my cock. She was crying out my name, her head thrown back and to the side so that I could see her face and lovely throat.
Her muscles began to tighten around my cock and I thrust again, reaching down to rub her clit. I pressed hard, rolling it under me until she screamed my name. It was fucking music to my ears.
Her muscles pulled at my cock and I released into her, filling her as I finally allowed myself to find release. She was tight and gorgeous, but moistly importantly, she was mine.
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Isabella found me the next morning in the kitchen. She’d fallen right to sleep after our romp in the bed, but I hopped in the shower before crawling back into bed with her. Around two in the morning, she’d rolled over to me and reached for me. I took her again, once more filling her and taking what was mine.
But I always made sure that she came. I always wanted to make sure that she got the pleasure that she deserved.
“Morning,” she said, happily taking the mug of coffee that I offered her and pulling up a chair at the counter. “Do we need to talk about last night?”
I regarded her over the edge of my mug while I took a sip before answering. If she wanted me to tell her about how good it had felt to have her ass press into me while she slept or what it was like having middle of the night sex with her while she was so needy, I could do that. I was fucking happy to do that.
But I had a very good feeling that that wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“What about it?” Toast popped up from the toaster and I quickly buttered them, spread a little jelly on them, and then handed her one.
She took a bite before answering. “About us. What happened between us.”
Before saying anything else, she devoured the rest of her toast. I watched her, trying to decide if she was really stressed out about it or just trying to play a part. She didn’t seem to mind my cock in her last night, or the way I made her orgasm time after time, but I knew that women could be weird.
Hell, if she wanted a reminder of how much she enjoyed herself last night, I would have been happy to show her the claw marks on my back.
That thought made me smile.
“What’s so funny?” She asked, her voice sharp. She’d finished her toast and her coffee and I took her mug to pour her some more.
“That you didn’t seem to want to talk last night when I made you come on my face. My hands. My cock.” I ticked them off on my fingers before pouring her more brew and handing it over.
She flushed.
Fuck, she was pretty. She wasn’t just my match in terms of being able to handle herself when shit went back. She was also exactly the kind of woman that I’d always been looking for and never been able to find. Before Isabella, it had been a revolving door of women, but after her? I didn’t want anyone else.
And I sure as hell wasn’t going to take no for an answer from her.
“No, I didn’t complain then.” She paused for a moment and looked up at me. “I’ve been here a while with you.”
Weeks, but I didn’t tell her that. She was smart. She knew how long she’d been here.
“And I know that I need to get back to my normal life. Well, as normal as it could possibly be without my parents. They wanted me to go to school, you know. They wanted me to…live, I guess.”
I nodded. “That’s what ever parent wants for their child.” I knew what she was saying. I didn’t have kids, but I had my business, I had the family, and I had been running it the best that I could from my phone. It had gotten a little exhausting, but she was worth it.
I was trying to look at it as a working vacation with all you can eat pussy.
“I know. Is this what they would have wanted for me?” She gestured around the cabin, even going so far as to point at me.
My mug made a loud thud when I set it down on the counter. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I walked around it and pulled her from her chair. She gasped, but I ignored the sound. “Are you fucking joking right now? You’re wondering if your parents would be happy with what you were doing?”
She nodded, but she didn’t look like she was going to cry. No, my hellcat was much too strong for that.
“Do they want you to grow up to be a strong woman? Do they want you to be with someone who will protect you? This isn’t going to stop, Isabella. You’re not going to suddenly be protected if you decide to go off to collect somewhere. I know that you want to get to know your extended family, but you need protection if you’re going to do that.”
“Like a bodyguard?” She asked.
Fuck. I knew that her parents had worked as hard as possible to keep her sheltered from the mafia, but she didn’t know a fucking thing.
“Not a bodyguard. They can be bought. They can turn against you. You need someone who won’t ever let anyone hurt you. Who would rather die than let any harm come to you. Who isn’t afraid to get shot or put their life at risk for you.”
She nodded and I saw the growing realization in her eyes. “Like you.”
“Not like me. Me. You want to be safe, Isabella? You want to grow up and maybe have kids, have a job you love, travel? You want to actually live your life without looking over your shoulder for the next big bad thing that wants to hurt you? Then you need me. You have to have me. I’m it. I’m the one who can keep you safe.”
Her lips parted slightly as she looked at me and I noticed that her pupils dilated. She wanted it. She wanted it more than she knew that she did, and that meant that she wanted me.
I’d taken her originally because I couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to her after we saved her. It was supposed to be a quick and easy job of rescuing her and giving her back, but I only managed to complete half of the job. There wasn’t any way that I was going to give her back then.
“You’ll keep me safe?”
Fuck. My cock thickened in my pants at the way she was tilting her head to look at me. She looked so innocent, so hopeful, that I realized that I would do any damn thing that she needed to stay safe.
It didn’t matter what it was. I had taken her for my own, but I ended up being hers.
“I’m yours.”
It was the words that I’d been waiting to hear fall from her lips since I first met her. She stood up from the stool and tilted her head so that she was looking up at me. I resisted the urge to reach out and pull her to me. I wanted to know what else she was thinking. What else she had to say.
“I’m yours, Nicolo.” She paused, like something was weighing heavily on her mind. “If you’ll have me.”
If I’d have her. One thing about my little hellcat – she needed to learn how to be a better listener.
