I’d cut all ties with dad a few days after Nico released me, sent me away. That was the day I asked him point blank how he could’ve done the things he’d been accused of. Of course by that time I had already begun to believe Nico’s version of events and I’d approached dad as though I knew for a surety that he’d defrauded Nico’s dad.
Believing that his enemy had indeed shared all with me, he’d admitted to everything, but the kicker was when he’d tried to convince me that it was all for me, for my future. I was already feeling raw and confused over my time with Nicolo. I was ashamed of the fact that I’d fallen in love with my captor.
I read everything I could get my hands on looking for an explanation. At first I thought it was Stockholm syndrome and I’m sure every psychiatrist worth his or her salt would’ve labeled it that, but somehow I wasn’t buying it. I craved him like a drug. Being apart from him was like leaving a limb behind and the pain of not being close to him was unbearable.
I would never have believed in the beginning that things would turn out this way. I’m still not sure what it is about him that had started me looking at him in a different light. At first I thought he was a lying criminal who had some sort of beef with my dad and was trying to muscle him into doing his bidding. But as time went by and I watched him, I got the sense that he wasn’t the type.
There was something about him that said he was more straightforward than that. It was a shock to realize that this man who’d taken me, who’d done such monstrous things to my body, was more honest with me than the man I’d spent my whole life looking up to.
I’d come to crave his touch, whether it was being tied to his bed and used for his own pleasure, or coming on to the end when he’d touch me as though I were the most precious thing in his world. He’d probably freak if he knew I’d seen more than what he was willing to share with the world.
When he wasn’t growling and threatening, I could see behind the mask and what I saw made my heart squeeze. Of course I had to deal with the guilt I felt. It was a betrayal of my dad. I hated myself the first time I wanted him. Until then he had initiated all our encounters. And even though my body responded I was confident that he hadn’t breached the recesses of my mind.
And then that fateful day I’d asked him to stay and talk to me. He’d been telling me for days that he was taking me back to dad but each day I woke up in his bed. I’d been trying to get to his soft side if he had one, but something had changed while he was telling me about himself.
Not only did he have a soft side, which he hid very well, but he was also one of the most honest men I’d ever met. I started seeing his strength not as something to fear, but as a comfort. I fought these new feelings even as I sat there falling under his spell. But once he touched me with such reverence, with such care, I was a goner.
Up until the morning he took me back I was silently hoping that he’d change his mind. I couldn’t come right out and ask him to keep me that would’ve been too much. But I’d wished for it nonetheless. And when he drove me to my family mansion himself, the way he’d refused to look at me even though he’d held my hand all the way there as though he’d never let go, it had taken everything in me not to utter out loud the words that had been screaming in my head.
Dad had mistaken my melancholy mood in the days following for something else. He’d bent over backwards to make it up to me, but I noticed he hadn’t told the cops what had really happened. Instead he’d spun a story of me going off for a breather because college life had gotten to me and I needed a break.
I’d already accepted Nicolo’s story, but that right there confirmed it for me and it only took dad saying the words once pressed to remove any doubts I might’ve had. If he’d only known that the reason I couldn’t get out of bed in the mornings was because I missed my lover, missed waking up with his arms wrapped around me the way they had been the last few mornings we’d spent together.
Or, that I sometimes missed his rough treatment of me. Missed having my hands tied behind my back while he drove into me from behind. Missed having him pound himself into me until we were both screaming and scratching at each other while he spilled inside me as I throbbed and clutched at him to hold him prisoner within my walls.
I’d left dad’s house after telling him what I thought of him. He’s been trying ever since to get back into my good graces, but this was sure to put an end to that. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was keeping my baby. I was in turns scared and elated. Scared to be doing this alone, and happy that I would have a piece of Nicolo with me forever.
I wish I knew how to reach him, where to go. But even if I did I’m still not sure I would have the courage to face him. He probably didn’t want kids anyway, and if he did, why would he want them with me? The daughter of the man he held responsible for his dad’s death.
I picked up my phone and pressed the home button so I could see his face. It’s something I do at least a hundred times each day. I’d found the photo online, a rare shot according to the headlines, of the man who’d made a name for him self before inheriting his dad’s fortune.
There was some innuendo and hints at his underworld dealings, but no one knew for sure if he was part of that life or not. I was inclined to believe that he was, but it made no difference to me. I was so engrossed in running my finger over his image that I didn’t sense there was someone behind me.
“That’s not a very good shot.” Large hands came down on my shoulders and my heart sped up in my chest even as my body went hot and weak. “Nico.” His name was a soft whisper of disbelief. Maybe I’d conjured him somehow. But the weight of his hands felt real.
I was afraid to turn around, afraid that it was just my imagination, but when the first tear fell onto the screen of my phone I felt myself being lifted from the chair and folded into his big strong chest.
Huge wracking sobs shook my body and I barely heard his whispered, ‘it’s okay baby, I’ve got you’ before I was being taken out of the room and into the evening air. I was about to tell him I’d left my belongings but overheard him telling one of his men who’d been standing by the door to fetch them.
I didn’t pick my head up even though I knew we were probably making a spectacle. Not even when I heard a car door open and felt him climb in with me held close in his arms I didn’t move my face from where I had it buried in his chest.
“Shh, it’s okay stop before you make yourself sick. Stacey, look at me.” He tried pushing my head back but I held on tighter and refused to move. I’d been wanting this for so long ever since he left me. And now he was here and I was afraid. What if he didn’t want the baby? From everything I’d learned about him, which wasn’t a lot, he was a solitary animal who liked going his own way.
I soaked his shirt before he was able to get me to stop. By then the car was in motion. I tried to avoid his eyes but he lifted my chin with his finger and just stared down at me. There was a look of wonder on his face that I didn’t understand until his hand came down and covered my stomach.
My breath hitched; he knew, but how? I didn’t get the chance to ask because his lips covered mine in a mind-blowing kiss. I clutched at him like a lost puppy until his arms wrapped around me so tight it was hard to breathe. I didn’t care. I never wanted that hug to end. After weeks of misery I was finally back where I wanted to be.
10
Nico
I’d been standing there behind her unsure of what to do. My natural instinct was to pick my woman and child up and get the hell outta there. But there were too many damn witnesses and not enough bullets. For the first time in a long time I wasn’t sure how to proceed, and then she’d taken out the phone and I saw the picture.
It was a jolt to the system seeing the way she ran her finger over my face on the screen. My dick, which was already hard at the first sight of her, went on high alert and that was enough for me. Now she was sitting on my lap as we made our way through the streets to home.
I guess she could hear the wild beating of my he
art once she stopped her crying shit. I held her a little closer and turned her face up to mine to clean it. Her eyes were bright and unsure. “Hi baby.” She wiped her hands across her face like a five year old and tried to sit up.
“Where’re you going? Stay where I put you.” She gave me a look like she was gonna mouth off but her runaway pulse told me she liked that shit. “You’re still bossy.”
“Yeah and. What the fuck did you think I was gonna change in a few weeks?”
“You shouldn’t swear at me.” She played with the buttons of my shirt.
“And why is that?”
“Because.”
“Yeah that’s an answer.” I had the urge to grin.
“I knew your ass was gonna make me soft. Fuck.” She pouted and I wanted to bite her lip, but the two in the front was mighty quiet which meant they were listening to my shit. I’ll wait ‘til I get her home and empty my balls for the first time in weeks.
“You’re adorable.” For now I just ran my thumb over her bottom lip and pulled it back in surprise when she tried to bite me. Well now. My little kitty wants to play.
I brushed her blonde curls back from her face and kissed her nose making her giggle and she moved her ass on my cock that was poking into her ass. “Behave. I’ll take care of when we get home.” I whispered in her ear.
Now that I wasn’t caught up in drama with her old man and his thievery shit, I took the time to really see her. I knew what she felt smelt and sounded like when we fucked, but until now I’d never taken the time to really study her.
“My little beauty queen.” She blushed bright red and I wondered how she could after all the nasty shit I’d done to her and had her do to me. Those bright blue eyes of hers bore into me as I ran my hand soothingly up and down her back. I wanted to ask her about the baby, if he or she was okay and all the other shit an expectant dad would want to know, but I saved that also for later.
By the time we pulled into the garage I was ready to get inside her. I didn’t wait for the guys to open the door, just climbed out with my prize clutched close to my chest. I caught their smiles as I turned to tell them I’d see them later. Never mind, they know.
I hustled her up to my room, our room. Shit, I was gonna have to start thinking like that now. Somehow it was the shit show I thought it would be. “ I like having you here.” What the fuck I wasn’t planning to say that shit out loud. Oh well, she seemed to like it.
“You wanna tell me why you were sitting there looking so sad?” I lifted her chin when she tried to hide from me. She looked scared as fuck like she didn’t know how to say the words.
“Why did you come for me?” Oh she was gonna play the female role; answer a question with a question.
“That’s not how this works. I asked you a question. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I saw the flash of fire in her eyes and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
She tried pulling out of my arms but I reined her back in. She played with my buttons again, nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. “Well, I think you know about the baby. But if that’s the only reason you came after me well you can just take me back right now.”
I bit her jaw and made her yip. “Watch your mouth. Let’s get a few things straight. I’m a demanding son of a bitch and that shit’s not gonna change. What I say goes no fucking questions. You get outta line I’ll beat your ass red every time. I’ll ask more of you than anyone else ever have, but I’ll also love you as hard.”
“What if I don’t agree?” Uh-huh. Like she had a say in that shit.
“You don’t have a choice. And to answer your question, I was trying to figure out a way to come get you before I learned about my kid. That seemed to make her ass happy and she couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her face.
She went all soft on me and I had a new problem. How the fuck do you fuck a pregnant woman?
“Uh!” I dropped my arms and took a few steps back. “What’s wrong?” She looked up at me questioningly. I shook my head to clear it. I wanted to be so deep inside her right now I ached, but if I touched her I was afraid I’d lose control and hurt her. Fuck!
“Nothing’s wrong.” I felt like an ass but there was no way I was asking her this shit. If I could get to my computer I could look that shit up and that was my intention when I headed for the door.
She made a sound and when I looked back she had her arms wrapped around her middle and was starting that crying shit again. “I knew it. You only brought me here because of the baby. You don’t really want me at all.”
“Are you nuts?” I walked back over and grabbed her hand, placing it over my dick. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” Pain in the ass! Her eyes perked the fuck up and I saw trouble on the horizon.
“So why are you walking away?” I ran my hand over the back of my head. She was gonna make me say this shit out loud. We weren’t even married yet and already she was starting. Married, fuck.
“I don’t know if we should be doing this.” There I said it. Felt like a first grade heel but at least it was out there and she could stop believing that I didn’t want her. Women. How the fuck do their brains work anyway?
“Doing what?” She stalked my ass as I tried backing away again.
“I can’t fuck you the way I want to, you’ll get hurt.” She took my hand and put it on her breast. Dammit. Just one squeeze; I’ll satisfy myself with that and then I’ll get the hell out of here before she bites off more than she can chew.
“Sex isn’t going to hurt the baby, but if you deny me you will.” I swallowed hard and lifted my other hand to her tit. “Did they get bigger already or are you wearing one of those fucked up bras?” My eyes were glued to her chest.
“Here, why don’t you see for yourself?” She pulled her shirt over her head before I could stop her and dropped it to the floor. Her tits were overflowing the tops of her lace bra and my mouth watered. She was already a handful before but now she was…
I pulled her closer by her tits, hefting them in my hands. I was mesmerized. There were no other changes to her body that I could see. I was amazed that even that much had changed already.
“Are they gonna get bigger?” Damn I can’t imagine. She goes up another cup I’m never leaving the fucking house. There goes the business.
“I think so. You can squeeze harder it’s not gonna hurt.” And right there I knew I had a problem. “Where’re those clip things?” Oh hell no. I started shaking my head, ready to put my foot down. “Listen you, if I take you it’s gonna be my way, none of that freaky shit.
“But I thought you liked it?”
“Well yeah but, this is different.” What the fuck was she saying. “Are you telling me you liked all that shit I did to you?” She nodded with a smile and moved in. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. First time in my life!
“Maybe we can get back to that later, but right now I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She got down on her knees and tugged at my belt before unzipping me and taking out my cock. The string of pre-cum that hung to the floor should tell her that I wanted her more than my next breath that should be enough.
But when she looked up at me the way I taught her to when she was eating my dick and licked the pre-cum from my cock slit I groaned and fought not to grab her by the hair. “Baby.” I had to clear my damn throat.
She hummed in her throat and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth while cupping my ball sac. “Son of a bitch.” I was already stroking into her mouth before those words left mine. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists so that I didn’t maul her. It had been too long since I’d felt the inside of her soft hot cunt.
“Baby you’ve gotta stop.” She shook her head with my cock in her mouth and set off sparks in my dick. “I’ma nut in your mouth if you don’t stop that shit.” She pulled me out of her throat long enough to answer. “Go ahead.” She licked from my balls to the tip of my cock before diving down on it and swallowing my shit until only a few inches were left. Those she
stroked with the hand she wasn’t using to tease the fuck outta my balls.
“What the fuck have you been doing these last few weeks?” She just flitted her eyes up and back down to concentrate on what she was doing. I looked down far enough to see she had a hand between her legs going after the pussy. The fuck outta here, this is not the same girl.
She held my balls together and took me into her throat and the dam broke. I fisted her hair in both hands and fucked her neck like a rutting bull. In the back of my mind I kept telling myself to pull back but the sight of her on her knees, wanting me was too much. “Pull off; fuck.” I didn’t want to shoot in my pregnant woman’s mouth.
She ignored me and used every trick I’d taught her on my ass. I was in her fucking throat when before she would gag and choke on my shit. Not that that shit hadn’t felt good; but when the fuck did she become so good?
She did some shit with my balls, rolling them around together while pulling back and running her tongue over my cockhead before taking me back in deep. Then she really went to town on my dick and the double combo plus the sight of her fingering her wet cunt sent me over the edge.
I jerked and spent down her neck until my knees almost gave out. She never stopped sucking my cock not even when the last drop fell on her tongue. I looked down in amazement at a loss for words. I helped her to her feet and tugged at her shorts. Her panties were soaked when I tore them from her body and threw them aside.
Lifting her tiny ass in my hands I still wasn’t sure about this. You’d think after the number she just did on my dick that it would’ve taken the edge off, no such luck. I carried her to the bed and laid her down before stepping back to step out of my clothes. Her eyes followed me and it was hard to miss the lust burning in them.
My dick, which never seemed to go down around her, was sniffing for her scent. I leaned over her and caged her in. Her little hand came up and tried to wrap around my cock. I couldn’t help thrusting lightly into her hand. “I’m not sure I should be putting this in you until I have some kinda note from a doctor.”
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