“These are in the way,” he murmured before taking off my dusty rose lace panties and tossing them on the floor. “Look at you. So wet for a monster.”
“You're not a monster,” I whispered.
My legs were hanging off the side of the bed, and he dropped to his knees so that he was eye level with my pussy. He chuckled at my words, as if it was nothing more than a joke to him, before dragging his firm tongue up my slit. I jerked when he landed on my clit, the needy nub spasming at his attention.
Nico consumed me. He knew just the right tempo, the right amount of pressure. He fingered me while eating me out, his mouth wet and hot as I writhed, arched, and cried out. But I didn't dare move my arms from above my head. Something told me that Nico would punish me for disobeying him.
And when I came, he smiled triumphantly as I grinded against his face. Light stubble along his jaw added a tantric texture to the feel-good pain of coming so hard.
“When you leave here, Lydia, you're going to remember the way I felt.” He wiped his lips on the inside of my thigh and started crawling up my body. “I don't get many nights to myself. I'm always on. Always working. Always thinking of the next chess piece I'm going to knock off the board.” He wrapped his plush lips around my nipple and flicked his tongue over the needy nub before continuing. “But tonight? It's just you and me.”
His lips found purchase on the sensitive skin of my neck. He sucked and poised his hard cock between my legs. I opened wider for him. “Can I touch you?” I asked. I wanted free of my restraints so I could roam my hands up and down his sculpted body.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby,” he whispered, and I obeyed. Both of us lay there, waiting, panting. Another moment passed, and he plunged inside of me.
Fuck. He was so big that the invasion of his hard cock burned. I pulled him closer with my arms and bit my lip. He didn't ease in and out of me with sensual, slow movements. He was fast and desperate. We were being so irresponsible, but the tension between us was too much to ignore. I wanted him. Bare. Impossible to forget.
Hours seemed to pass. Every single position, surface, and second was filled with his desperate pumps, my frantic orgasms, and the sound of his filthy talk in my ear. We didn't stop until we were completely spent with his cum spilling out of my sore pussy and our heaving bodies languid on his mattress.
He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me close, savoring the feel of our nakedness. I fell asleep in the arms of a stranger, feeling like I'd known him my entire life.
Chapter Five
I woke up alone, naked, with the smell of Nico Mariano on my skin. Someone was pounding on the door. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked around the empty room for signs of the man who rocked my world. “Open up, miss.”
I wrapped a satin sheet around my body and stumbled to the front door. With shaky hands, I opened it.
“Hello, Miss Love, the car is downstairs ready to take you back to your apartment.” The man standing there was the same man from last night. He averted his eyes, taking great care not to look at me.
My heart panged. Though I had no right to feel disappointed, the fact that Nico couldn't at least see me off after the intense night we shared stung. “Oh,” I replied “Is Nico—”
“Mr. Mariano is gone for the day. He instructed me to stop for coffee and bagels on the drive home should you wish.”
“How thoughtful of Mr. Mariano,” I replied before letting out a huff. “I won't be needing your services. I'll call a cab, thank you. Just give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll be out of your hair.”
I knew what this was going into it, but it was still harsh. The man cleared his throat. “Mr. Mariano had strict instructions—”
“Nico isn't here. I'm a free woman. I'm allowed to do whatever I please. Excuse me. I need to get dressed so I can get the hell out of here.”
I fumed as I got dressed, furious that I felt this way. I'd had plenty of one-night stands. I knew the drill. It was the fact that he had one of his employees to fetch me that pissed me off. I didn't bother looking in the mirror. I didn't need to see the evidence of my reflection to know I probably looked like shit. After grabbing my purse, I opened the door and paused when I saw the man standing there.
“Mr. Mariano insists that you use his car to go home,” he stammered. I waltzed over to the stairs with him following behind. After pulling my phone from my purse and ignoring the various missed calls from Dax, I ordered a car and stomped down the stairs. “Please. We can bring you straight home. I would really prefer—”
I opened the front door to the club, wincing at the bright light outside. “Tell Nico thanks for the orgasms,” I replied with a smile and a wink before slamming the door in his face.
During the car ride I silently fumed to myself, feeling insecure and foolish. Of course this didn't mean anything to him. What did I think was going to happen? We'd wake up, have breakfast, and end up getting married two years down the line? Ridiculous. This was what wealthy, mysterious men did. They fucked and then got the fuck out of there.
My phone started ringing and I answered it with a wince. “Heyyyy, Dax,” I croaked while looking out the window and bracing myself for his anger.
“I was two seconds from hopping my ass on a plane. Are you okay? What happened last night?”
My chest tightened. “I ended up hooking up with a guy from the club last night. Stayed at his place and I'm headed home now. Sorry I didn't text you.”
He let out a sigh. “Shit, Lydia. I was really freaked out. How was the club? And who is the guy?”
I wrinkled my nose. “The club was extravagant. The guy was like absinthe and champagne.”
“Death in the Afternoon, one of my least favorite drinks,” Dax agreed with a scowl.
“I'm headed home now to work on my blog post for Satin Sheets. No need to fly here. I'm good. Can I call you later?”
Dax went quiet for a moment, and I sensed that he wanted to ask me more questions. “Are you sure you're fine? You didn't hook up with the owner, did you?”
I clenched my teeth and steadied the embarrassment and strong emotions coursing through me. “I'm fine, Dax. Talk to you later?”
He huffed. “Fine. Call you later. But don’t think I’m dropping this.”
“Love you,” I said softly.
“Love you, too.”
Chapter Six
Seven weeks later
The room smelled like sweat and sex. I wrinkled my nose and tried not to outwardly gag at the stench in this place. I was tired and not necessarily up for doing a review on this new club, but they promised to pay a premium for a good review, and since I hadn't really been maintaining my blog since Satin Sheets and my incredible night with Nico, I couldn't turn it down.
I was in a funk. I couldn't stop thinking about Nico and the passionate night we shared. I was tired and burnt out. Not to mention, I was still freaked out by the whole stalker situation. Every time I went to post on social media, I thought of Bradley’s frantic face and the way Nico's men dragged him away and shoved him into the trunk of a car.