He licks his lips and pulls back slowly.
“You almost killed us,” he murmurs, smug as hell.
I’m still gasping for air. “You’re the devil.”
He smirks, licking one corner of his mouth. “By the way,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, “the windows are tinted.”
I freeze. My eyes flick to the cars whizzing past us on the road.
“You gotta be fuckingkidding me.”I glare at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He grins. “Where’s the fun in that?”
I glance out the window again, scanning the passing drivers. None of them are paying us any attention.
“Tch. Tinted windows, huh?”
“That’s right,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my cock like I didn’t just come down his throat a minute ago. “Still not satisfied, I see.”
My pulse spikes. I look down and…fuck.He’s right. I’m hard again. And the way he’s looking at me right now, like he wants to eat me alive, tear me open and ruin me all over again? It’s too much.I can’t think.
This is bad. Really bad. I know I’m losing control, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching across and slamming the button that reclines his seat. The second it starts sliding back, I climb over the console and straddle him.
His brow arches in surprise, but his smirk doesn’t fade. “You’re jumping me now?”
I’m already yanking off my shirt, tossing it aside as I lean down and unzip his pants.
“Take off your shirt,” I growl.
He hums. “Giving me orders now,piccolino?How adorable.”
I glare at him, heart pounding, fingers already on his waistband. “Shut the fuck up anddo it.”
He laughs, just before peeling his shirt off with one smooth motion, revealing that snake tattoo again—gold ink gleaming against scarred skin. I suck in a breath. He looks like sin, and I want every inch of him.
I brace one hand on the headrest and the other on his chest, trying to breathe through the burn as I lower myself onto his cock.
It’s too much.
It’s too damnbig.
“Shit—” I hiss, teeth clenched. My thighs shake. My pulse won’t slow down. Every inch I take feels like I’m going to snap in half, but it’s a good kind of ache. A dizzying stretch that drags a groan from deep in my throat.
Nico laughs low and wicked. “That’s not going to work,piccolino.”
“Just shut up already,” I snap.
“Check the glove box,” he says casually.
I reach behind me, flipping it open, and sure enough, a bottle of lube and a fresh roll of condoms tumble out.
“You crazy fucker,” I mutter.
He shrugs, grinning. “I like to be prepared.”
I grab the lube, slick my fingers, and reach down. He watches me, his eyes hungry, the muscle in his jaw twitching as I slide one finger in.
“Cute,”he murmurs, “but you’re gonna need more than that if you’re gonna take my cock.”
