Before I can even think, his hands grip my hips, firm and possessive, pulling me down against the hard line of his body. His mouth curves into a slow, smug grin as if heplannedthis. As if I’ve just proven him right about everything.
“Well, well,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep and amusement. “That didn’t take long.”
My heart slams into my ribs.Shit.He doesn’t know. He thinks this is—
“You could’ve justasked.” His fingers slide along my waist, lazy but firm, like he owns the air between us. “Didn’t have to climb on top of me like some desperate littleputtano.”
“I wasn’t—” I choke, flustered, every word catching in my throat like glass. “That’s not—”
His smirk deepens, eyes flashing with wicked heat.
“Oh, come on. You’restill hard, aren’t you?”
I go to pull back, but he tightens his grip, holding me exactly where I am, like he’stestingme. My thighs are straddling his hips. My hands hover uselessly above his chest. The knife feels a thousand miles away.
“Next time,” he says, his voice a low purr, “don’t be shy. I don’t mind being woken up like this.”
My cheeks burn. I want to shove him off, scream,stab him.
But I’m still frozen. Flushed, humiliated, andaching.
Because he thinks I’m here forhim. Forthis.
And a sick, broken part of me is tempted to let him keep thinking that.
CHAPTER 7 – WANT
NICO
Fuck…
He’s trembling, and I’ve barely laid a hand on him.
You’d think he didn’t just straddle me in the middle of the night like he couldn’t help himself. Like his cock wasn’t already pressing hot and hard through those tight jeans when I pulled him down against me.
And now? That hesitation in his eyes, that flicker of fear beneath the defiance?
It only makes me want him more.
He tries to act like this doesn’t affect him. Like he’s not grinding down against me right now, even without meaning to. But his body’s already given him away. Goddamn, I fuckinglovethe way his breathing stutters every time I move beneath him.
I drag my hands slowly up his sides, nails grazing the ridges of his ribs. He shivers.
“Funny,” I murmur. “You climb on top of me, wake me up with that needy little look in your eyes, and now you act like you didn’twantthis.”
“I didn’t,” he snaps.
But I feel the twitch in his thighs. The way his cock jumps when I press my hips up just a little harder into him.
“You’re a terrible liar,” I growl, sliding my hands up his chest and over his throat, thumb brushing his pulse. It’s racing.
I tilt his chin up with two fingers, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“You want to be in control so bad, don’t you, piccolino?” I whisper. “But your body knows who it belongs to.”
He swallows hard, and that’s all the permission I need.
I flip us in one motion, slamming him onto his back and pinning his wrists above his head. His breath punches out of him in a harsh gasp, but he doesn’t fight it.
