Nico

by Sarah Castille

  A growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest. “That’s Mr. Mob Boss, to you.”

  She gave him a seductive look through the curtain of her lashes. “I hear mob bosses like to seduce geeky hackers.”

  He slid his hand under the tablecloth to stroke the bare skin below her skirt. “I thought you were the one seducing me,” he murmured. “Coming to my casino wearing those fucking hot socks, and this dress that just begs a man to take it off, dancing like you’re fucking, letting another man touch you … You had to know I couldn’t stay away.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  For a long moment he didn’t move. If he’d had any doubts about her reason for showing up at the casino tonight, he had none now.

  She reached over, loosened his tie. “Why the suit?”

  “The suit goes with the business.”

  “Is that what this is?” She brazenly slipped the knot and undid the first button on his shirt. “Business?”

  It should be about business. The business of revenge. The business of making his family strong again. But she was making it so damn hard, giving him those long, searching glances, breathing deep so he couldn’t help but watch her breasts rise and strain against the tight bodice of her dress, licking her lips so he could watch the flick of her little pink tongue and imagine her lush mouth wrapped around his cock.

  “There is nothing businesslike about what I want to do to you right now,” he growled.

  “So I’m at the mercy of a ruthless, horny mob boss?” She slid the tie off his neck and dropped it in her lap, an invitation he was unable to refuse. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her in that moment. He was totally and utterly at her mercy.

  “Ruthless?” he asked, struggling for control, and no small bit amused.

  Her cheeks flushed a delightful pink. “I know your reputation.”

  “In business or in bed?”

  “I’ve seen what you do for business.” She undid the next two buttons of his shirt, feathered her fingers over the throbbing pulse on his neck. “I’m waiting to see what you can do in bed.”

  *

  Sexytimes countdown with a horny mafia boss:

  Five minutes: Nico yanks Mia from the booth, heedless of the way her dress rides up as she slides across the soft, plush surface of her seat.

  Four minutes thirty seconds: Nico shouts for Lennie and tells him he’ll be using Lennie’s office. Orders Lennie to keep the food warm and the drinks cold. Snatches Lennie’s key.

  Three minutes thirty seconds: Big Joe frantically calls the guards stationed around the restaurant, and tells them to secure the back hallway and office area.

  Three minutes: Nico half drags, half carries Mia through the restaurant to the back hallway with Big Joe running behind them. People rush to get out of Nico’s way. Mia murmurs apologies and mutters excuses—sick relative, death in the family, car accident, medical issue, urgent need to tear off clothes and have hot, wild sex. No. Wait. Scratch that.

  Two minutes: Nico unlocks office door and yanks Mia inside. Brief pause to tell Big Joe to stand guard and not to disturb Nico unless someone dies, and even then, only if they are family.

  One minute thirty seconds: Nico slams and locks door. Pushes Mia up against the wall. Plasters his body against hers and kisses her so hard she gasps for breath.

  Thirty seconds: Nico reaches under Mia’s dress and tears her panties away. Mia congratulates self on not wearing her comfy cotton briefs.

  Twenty seconds: Nico yanks on laces holding bodice of her dress closed, slips shoulder straps over Mia’s arms. Dress falls to filthy office floor. Nico growls with pleasure as he helps her step out of it.

  Ten seconds: Bra whisked away. Nico tells Mia to leave her socks and boots on. Mia guesses it’s not because he’s worried about the floor that looks like it has never been washed.

  Five seconds: Nico says, “Spread your legs for me, bella.”

  Finally.

  One second: Nico makes long leisurely perusal of Mia’s naked body, making her overheat. Eyes go wide when he notices her ink.

  Pause in sexy times countdown.

  “Madonna.” Nico breathed the word, and sudden panic coursed through Mia’s body. She was ready now. She was wet now. She wanted him now.

  “Fuck now. Look later.” She reached for his belt.

  “No.” Nico clamped her wrist and drew her hand away. With his free hand, he traced the delicate lines of the tattoo on her side, following it down to the pink petals that covered her hip. “How far does it go?”

  She half-turned to show him the delicate pattern of flowers that extended from her ribs, down her side and over her hip, the last few vines ending just beside her mound.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  “The flowers are tiger lilies.” She blushed, slightly embarrassed by his intense scrutiny. “They are the only flower that will continue to grow in the vase after being cut. The meaning of tiger lilies I liked best was, ‘I dare you to love me.’” She dipped her head, shrugged. “They kind of sum up all my emotional issues growing up in the kind of family I did. They give me hope.”

  Nico pressed a soft kiss to each flower, working his way down her hip. “If I had to pick a flower for you, this would be it. Bold and beautiful and wild.”

  Her arousal dropped to a slow, throbbing pulse and she turned again to show him the rest of her ink so he wouldn’t get distracted again. Her fingers dangled over her right hip. “This is my favorite piece.”

  “Molto bella.” He studied the intricate tribal design that wound its way over the front of her hip, beneath where her panties should have been, and down her thigh, interweaving pink butterflies, roses and thorns with the words, “Love me as I am” inked along the top.

  “You hide a lot beneath your clothes.” He crouched down in front of her, traced along the wing of a butterfly with his warm, wet tongue, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

  “Well I can’t have any ink where my father might see or he would kill me. This is all mine. Something he can never take away. All my secrets for you to see.”

  “You are a work of art. I could look at your beautiful body for hours.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his soft, thick hair.

  “You could do other things to my body for hours, too.” She lifted her eyebrow in hopeful suggestion, encouraged by the naked desire on his face. If he didn’t give her what she needed soon, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.

  He gave a dark laugh. “You have no idea.”

  In one fluid move, he stood and lifted her against him, one hand under her ass, the other behind her head, holding her still for a fierce, wicked kiss.

  She gasped when his teeth nipped her lip. Instantly, the dingy, windowless office, and the scents of yeast and stale grease faded away beneath a deluge of need so extreme she shamelessly ground her hips against the firm ridge of his cock.

  “If you keep working that pussy against me, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you so hard everyone in the restaurant is gonna know what’s going on.” With two easy strides of his long legs, he carried her to the desk. One sweep of his strong arm, and he cleared it of pencils, pens, and papers. “You’re going to be very acquainted with this desk because every time I sit in my office, I think about how fucking sexy you looked that night we caught you in the casino, how hard I was when I had you standing between my legs, how I wanted you naked in front of me, your pussy bare, begging me to make you come.”

  “I thought you’d be thinking about how I was ready to cut your balls with my knife.”

  He gave a snort of laughter as he lay her down on the cold, hard surface, positioned her boots on the edge. “You wanted me. Just as I know you want me now. Spread those legs. Show me how wet you are for me. Show me where you want my cock.”

  So arrogant. A delicious thrill of defiance shot through her and she snapped her legs together, daring him to push, challenging him to show her just how far he would go, how dangerous he re
ally was.

  “Do you really want to play that game?” He leaned forward and kissed her, softly, deeply, giving her a taste of the power he kept so tightly leashed. “I’m a hard man, and I’m going to take you hard and I’m going to take you rough and I’m going to want things from you that might be difficult to give. But you are always safe with me. Do you understand that?”

  Safe. She hadn’t known that was what she needed to hear, but the words undid the knot in her chest. She’d never felt safe before. Not when she was forever at the mercy of her father.

  “Yes.” She cupped his face between his hands and returned his kiss as she spread her legs wide.

  “Very nice, bella.” He pulled the chair around and settled himself in front of her, wrenched her legs farther apart. “Are you as sweet down here as you up there?”

  “What are you going to do?” Her voice came out breathy, soft with anticipation. Of course she knew what he was going to do, but she’d never been with a man who had given her that pleasure, had no idea about her role in the process or how it might feel.

  “I’m going to taste your sweet pussy, and then I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to beg.” He slicked a thick finger through her folds. “You’re going to beg for my cock.”

  He was so dominant, so utterly confident in everything he did. She licked her lips, threaded her hands through his soft hair, and hung on for the ride.

  Nico gave a low growl of satisfaction as he feathered kisses over the soft curls covering her mound. She moaned, angled her hips up for more, but he moved down to her inner thighs, alternating butterfly kisses and little nips of his teeth over her skin until he reached the sensitive crease at the top of her thigh. She shuddered, her body taut with anticipation, but she wasn’t prepared for the molten wave of heat that rushed through her body when he gave her slit a long, luscious lick.

  “Oh God. Nico. Please.” She pulled on his hair, tried to tug him where she wanted him to go, the only part of her that his tongue hadn’t tasted.

  “Mia.” His voice was hard with warning and she released him, balled her hands into fists as she tried to think of anything but the ache between her legs.

  He nudged her thighs open wider and ran the pads of his thumbs along her labia, spreading her wide.

  A moan ripped from her throat. She had never realized how exquisitely sensitive that area could be, and her legs trembled violently with a fierce surge of need.

  “Hands over your head. Grip the edge of the desk.”

  “I want to touch you,” she protested.

  “You want to be in control. Trust me, bella. Let go with me and I’ll catch you when you fall.”

  Well, it wasn’t like her hands would be tied, although the idea of being totally restrained sent a thrill of fear through her body. Mia raised her hands and curled them around the edge of the desk, her back arching off the wooden surface.

  “Very nice.” Gently at first, and then with more pressure, his hot, wet tongue traced the sensitive edges of her labia, circled her clit.

  “Oh God.” Mia angled up for more, and Nico placed one hand on her hips, pressing her down. “Lie still and take what I want to give you.”

  She struggled to stay still, as he pushed two fingers deep inside her, alternating gentle licks with firm thrusts, brutal sucks with light glides. She closed her eyes and focused on the soft brush of his hair against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the sharp edge of the desk beneath her fingers, the hard surface keeping her from sinking into oblivion.

  “Don’t stop,” she groaned, writhing on the desk as she fought the firm press of his hand against her stomach. “Don’t stop.”

  He made a growling noise deep in his throat, and then he sucked hard on her clit and pulsed his fingers upward.

  A whirlwind of sensation caught her and threw her into her climax without warning. She bucked against him, threw one arm across her mouth to muffle her cries as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, cresting again and again with every hard pull of his mouth. He added a third finger and pumped deep, drawing hard on her clit until she came again. And again. And when she dared ask for more, he made her come so hard she screamed.

  “Nico!”

  “Tell me what you need.”

  “I need you.” She drew in a ragged breath. “I need you inside me.”

  He eased back, kissing her inner thighs as she lay trembling on the desk. How could she want to come again after she’d come more times this evening than she had in the last year? But she did. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel his hard muscles above her, watch that magnificent body pounding into her as he took his pleasure. But more than that, she wanted to see him lose control. She wanted the beast as well as the man.

  His hands travelled up her sides, tracing the vines and flowers. When he reached her breasts, he leaned over her body and licked and sucked her nipples until she felt her arousal climbing again.

  “Now.” She pushed herself up on her elbows, and he backed away. Fearing she might be denied, she gave him what she knew he wanted. “Please, Nico.”

  “I like to hear my strong, sexy hacker begging for my cock.” He carefully removed his jacket and tie, hanging them on the chair as he stood. She bit her lip when he stripped off his shirt to reveal his toned, inked, muscular chest.

  “One day, I want to lick all your tattoos,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to his waist as he undid his belt.

  “I don’t think I’d last long enough for you to lick them all once you touched me with that little pink tongue. I’d have you on your knees so fast, showing me what else that mouth could do, you wouldn’t have time to take a breath.” He shoved down his fine wool trousers and the boxers beneath revealing his thick, heavy cock.

  “Oh.” She let out a breath of anticipation.

  “Cristo. You test a man’s willpower to the limit.” Nico snagged a condom from his back pocket and tore it open. He fisted his cock, pumped the hard flesh until a bead of precum glistened at the top and rolled the condom over the slick head.

  “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Nico tipped her face up and crushed his lips to hers, his tongue diving deep into her mouth. “Lie back,” he murmured against her lips. “I want to see you and those fucking sexy socks when I’m inside you.” With a firm hand on her chest, he pushed her back. The scorching heat in his eyes as his gaze raked over her body both scared and aroused her. She had no doubt he would fuck her with the same ruthless intensity, the barely leashed power that had made him the most feared mobster in the city.

  A shiver ran down her spine, and Nico leaned forward, brushed his lips along the taut line of her neck. “Shh.”

  “I want you so badly.” She moaned softly. “I’m so wet. I’ve never wanted a man like this.”

  Hands around her ankles he spread her legs wide. “There are no men for you. Not in the past. Not now. Not in the future. There’s only me, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you never forget. You’re gonna feel me for days, bella, inside and out.”

  “I like your dirty talking.” She arched her back against the hard desk, tilted her hips, so desperate to feel him inside her she didn’t care how he reacted to her challenge. “But you’re talking too much.”

  As if he’d reached the end of his control, he yanked her against him to meet the powerful thrust of his hips, burying himself inside her, his body taut and straining.

  Mia gasped as she tried to adjust to his thick, hard shaft, the exquisite fullness of being so completely filled, the connection she felt as he pushed deeper into her body.

  “If I’d known how good you’d feel, how hot and wet and tight your cunt would be, how much of me you could take, I would never have let you walk out of my office at the casino.” He braced himself on the desk and began to fuck her with hard, hammering strokes. His hips pistoned back and forth, his powerful muscles bunching every time he surged forward, his cock driving her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Mayb
e I should have made good my threat that night.” Her voice was hoarse, thick with desire.

  “One touch and you would have been mine. You are mine, Mia. If I find you with another man, his screams will echo in the desert for years.” He shuddered, as if he was fighting for control. With a guttural groan, he hooked her leg around his shoulder and drove deep.

  “Let go for me.” He slid his finger over her clit and her orgasm ripped through her body, a white-hot burst of pleasure that scorched her very soul. Nico hammered into her, drawing out her orgasm, until he stiffened and groaned, his cock pumping his release deep inside her.

  He collapsed over her, taking his weight on his elbows. “You are so goddamn fucking sexy.” He nuzzled her neck, nibbled Mia’s ear. Still dazed from the roughest sex she had ever had, she stiffened, and he pulled away.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” She ran her hand down his back, felt his powerful muscles ripple beneath her touch. It was hard to believe that she had just fucked a wiseguy after all her years of trying to distance herself from the mob. He was arrogant and controlling, ruthless and violent, and yet she’d glimpsed another side to him—the man behind the mobster, who was protective and caring and deeply passionate about the things that meant the most to him.

  She felt no shame embracing her feminine side when she was with him, because he respected her and appreciated her strength. He made her want something she had never allowed herself to want before, to free the part of herself she had buried away when Danny died. She could see herself with him—a man who was not threatened by who she was or what she did. A man who could be in control but not control her. A man who could keep her safe. A man who had no fear of her family.

  “If you’d told me the night I walked into your casino that we would end up here like this, I would have called you crazy.”