by Rena Marks
“Cut to the chase, Nico. Do you want someone else or not?”
With another growl, he is in front of me. He grabs the back of my neck and crushes me to him. His mouth is pressed so tightly to mine that I taste blood. Still, he never gentles the kiss. A frisson of fear twists through my body.
I taste brutality in Nico's kiss.
For the first time since we come together, I am afraid of him. Yet, in spite of the fear, passion still pounds.
“This is me, Felicia.” His voice is a warning.
My breath catches deeply and my heart beats steadily. Heat melts my midsection, sending curls of need to my groin.
I pull several buttons off his shirt as I yank it open and nip his chest lightly with my teeth, the scrape leaving white marks against his hot skin.
He frightens me in this mood. I can feel the muscles sliding beneath his skin. His eyes are brighter, glowing with lust.
He grabs the back of my hair and pulls me up to his lips so he can smash his mouth against mine again. The violence is still there, right under the surface.
“No, I don’t want anyone else,” he says harshly. “Don’t ever leave me again.” He kisses my bloody lips. “Don’t avoid me again.” He kisses down the side of my neck and nips my shoulder harshly, making me yelp. “You’re mine, Felicia. Never forget it.”
Sweat breaks out on his skin and dampens his body, making his muscles slick beneath my frantically exploring hands.
I spread his shirt open and caress his chest while he picks me up. His hands stray low, and he cups my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist. Carrying me to the bedroom, he drops me on the bed. He grips the top of his dress pants and in an instant they are whipped from his body, exposing a rock hard erection. He crawls onto the bed, directly over me.
I pull him to me, kiss him briefly, and then roll him over on his back.
My fingers wander wherever they please. I trail them over his chest muscles and down to the cuts of muscle on his abdomen.
“I’ll never leave you, Nico,” I promise.
I curl my fingers around his bicep and press kisses to the bulge of muscle.
Between kisses, I murmur, “I am yours. Always.”
And then I trail down to his heavily muscled thighs, where they quiver slightly beneath my touch.
“I want you. I will always crave you. I’m so sorry you thought you had to share me with Jordan. I’m so sorry I thought you were going back to Stephanie. I never felt like my happiness could last. I’m always discarded like yesterday’s news.”
I trace my fingers higher up his thighs, through the mat of hair that doesn’t do much to hide his offerings. His magnificent cock stands proud and hard.
He takes my hand and encloses it around his erection. I stroke him, just the way he likes it. He closes his eyes and moans.
When his eyes open, they are calmer.
“You’re not mad,” I whisper.
“The violence is still there.”
“You’d never hurt me,” I say, flipping onto him.
Surprise flits across his face for a second after I straddle him. I rub my hot, melting core against him.
“Ahh, Felicia. That’s it, exactly.”
“What else would you like, baby?” I purr, and lean over and to use teeth on his chest. I lick his nipple, biting gently. And then I decide to give attention to his nipple ring. The naughty nipple ring that always resides under the business attire.
Ever so slowly, I lightly lick the ring and then his nipple. His breath catches and he inhales deeply, rumpling the sheet in his clenched fists.
He groans helplessly, and I know by the wild look in his eyes he is losing control.
I move lower on his body and wrap my breasts around his cock. Mashing them together, I slowly move up and down him. When I move down, the top of his cock is exposed by my cleavage. I lean down to lick the head of his cock as it juts between my breasts.
“Ahh, Felicia! Lécher à nouveau!”
I can do so much better than to merely lick it again. I release my breasts so I can swallow his cock in the wet warmth of my mouth.
The scent of his musk permeates my senses, driving me wild. The size of his magnificent cock makes for a difficult blowjob, but the reward of such a delicious cock is well worth it. I gobble him, relaxing my throat and letting him in. I wet him thoroughly, listening to his groans.
He is so turned on, I think he is going to choke me when he comes. He winds his fists in the bed sheets as if to keep from winding them in my hair.
“Pull away,” he instructs. “I’d like you”—he flips me over onto all fours—“like this.” I spread my legs and he rubs his cock against my slit. I moan at the hot friction.
“Is it okay?” he asks, caressing down the curve of my hip and then gliding up the swell of my buttock.
“It would be better if you did something,” I mutter, wriggling my ass against his thick cock.
He does. He inches his way into me, although I'm hot enough to take him quickly and all at once. But he prolongs it, sliding in slowly and slipping back out if I try to entice him into deeper thrusts.
The slow rhythm is driving me insane. I thrust myself backward against him greedily, making resounding slurp noises as my wet, swollen pussy grips his cock. It pushes him over the edge.
The violence in Nico explodes into pure, undiluted lust. He grips my hips with suddenly rough fingers and pulls me harshly against him as he slams into the hilt.
The feel of him, hot and wet, sliding within me, triggers points deep inside that I can only sense, and the sounds of his balls slapping against my clitoris excites me beyond words.
He breathes harsh panting breaths hot against my back as he collapses onto me.
He shouts, the sound reverberating through the small room while he jerks against me and lets himself lose control. He thrusts violently, pounding me again and again until I can’t see, can’t breathe.
I can only feel. I feel each sensitive nerve ending throughout my body and they all seize at the exact same time his orgasm spirals out of control.
My orgasm implodes, tightening my body and forcing my pussy to clench, the climax ripping through me like fireworks. My legs quiver, shaking until I collapse.
His climax hits and he growls as my pussy grips him. He shudders as he empties his cum, spurting into my fertile womb. He collapses on top of me, his body deeply imbedded within mine. I feel each spurt of his flesh jerking as the aftershocks still roll.
Nico wraps an arm around my waist. He lowers me gently, our bodies still connected intimately.
I'm face down on the bed, Nico’s sweat-dampened body still presses against me. He strokes a finger along my spine and pressed the barest of kisses to my shoulder as we wait for his tremors to relax.
We lie in silence and our breathing slowly calms.
“Je t’aime, Felicia,” he whispers. “You are the only one for me. Marry me, my love.”
“I love you, too, Nico. I will.”
Nico was my guardian. As a child, I used to think the word meant my warden. Nico’s still my guardian, but now I know the word means my protector. Soon he’ll be my husband—my love—my life.
Epilogue
Three years later…
The grand-opening of the new restaurant is packed. Jordan did well for himself. Nico and I are seated at the first table—the highest honor, Jordan has assured us.
The staff now calls me Felicia, instead of being confused with American titles. Hell, Nico wanted them to call me madame, but that just made me laugh. Using my first name made it much more simple to address me after the wedding of the century, as Jordan called it.
“Here she is.” Jordan’s hand is at the small of a delicate woman’s back as he introduces his girlfriend to us. “May I present the lovely Natalya Gomez?”
Jordan had met her in Spain, where he has traveled with Nico on several business trips.
“Enchanté,” Nico says, rising to kiss the cheeks of Jordan’s girlfriend.
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I greet her as well, and she sits with us. She is somewhat shy but adorable. Jordan sits also. He has a few minutes to spare with us, and then he’ll be busy with the workings of his new restaurant, which is why he wanted to bring Natalya here to sit with us.
“Natalya, meet my stepmother, Felicia.” I bite my lip to keep my face from bursting into laughter at his outrageous comment, but Nico takes it in stride. Poor Natalya looks appalled. It won’t take her long to get used to our strange family, where the stepmother is the ex-girlfriend and younger than her stepson.
With a wink, Jordan moves off to the center of the room to make an announcement.
“I’d like to thank you all for attending my grand opening—which I deliberately set for my father’s birthday.”
A round of applause and a chorus of happy birthday makes the rounds. Then it quiets when Jordan speaks again.
“For his birthday, his biggest gift is presented by his wife—but I’m honored to be allowed to give him the news. Dad, in eight months, I’ll be a big brother.”
Nico turns to me. “Felicia?” His voice is choked, unsure.
My heart is full of love. “Je t’aime, Nico.”
He’s on his knees in an instant, pressed between my thighs, his head lowered to my belly. I lift his head up to kiss away his tears as cheers fill the room.
Next Up:
Keeping Her
My little sister Molly’s best friend has moved in with us for a year while she finishes high school. I had no idea the drama whispered between the two was real and Rachel was a real life, effing Cinderella.
It’s a cold, dark night in the mountains of Colorado when I rescue her from parents who turned her out into the raging winter winds, and bring her home to live with us. I fight to keep my feelings for her at bay, and tell my raging hormones to settle until she turns eighteen.
Now Molly’s gone off to college, and Rachel thinks it’s time for her to move on. After all, it should be inappropriate to be alone in the house with just her and me. But she has so much more to learn and school isn’t the only place to learn from. Rachel has no idea she’s mine. She has no idea I’m keeping her.
Forever.
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About the Author
Join my fantasies! Normally a sci-fi romance author, I’ve decided the world is an unhappy place. What can we do?
Get lost in love! Each month I’ll release a story focused on the happy-ever-after at a low price anyone can afford—and available on KU. It’s my way of giving back to the community. What do I ask in return? Review it, share my posts, spread the word and most of all, enjoy it!
I’ll write worlds that twist and turn with plot and give you a feel-good, happy ending. Grow lovestruck by the heroes (they’ll be filthy…rich!) and each one unique. Find them perfectly matched by their heroine, strong women like you and I who know exactly what they want and how they want it—searing, sexy, and passionate.
Remember, true love is out there beyond the mundane. Life is magical, come read about my mine!
Other Works by Rena Marks
Genetically Altered Humans Series: Xeno Sapiens, Earth-Ground, Siren, Beast’s Beauty, Almost Human
Alien Stolen
Born Again
Magic Gems
Wanton Sins Series: Demonic Passions, Demonic Pleasures, Demonic Power
Shared By Wolves
Enticing Fate
SuperNatural Sharing Series: Forgotten Kisses, Remembered Kisses, Whispered Kisses
Kiss Me Before I Die
Stargazer Series: The Hunter, The Enforcer, The Defender, The Protector, The Guardian, The Destroyer
Blue Barbarian Series: Abducted, Stranded, Taken, Captive, Stolen, Betrayed
The AI Series: Artificial Intelligence, Serepto’s Story
Purple People Series: Space Babies, Baby Soldiers In Space, Baby Butterfly Kisses, Titi
Chasing Violet—written with C.L. Scholey
Craved By The Guardian
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