This was absurd.
He was crazy.
“Marry me.” Nico backed her into the wall. He lifted the ends of her shirt and his warm hands skimmed up her sides, then beneath her bra. Autumn’s breaths came faster than his thumbs circled closer and closer to her nipples. “Marry me, Autumn,” he breathed the words against her neck.
“I can’t,” she breathed out, then gasped when he flicked her flesh.
“Why not?”
“It would never work. Your family is the mafia, and I work with the police.” She gasped as he pinched her nipples. Her fingernails curled into his shoulders. “Nico!”
“You work on murders, not organized crime. Big difference.” He took his hands from her shirt and moved to her slacks. He unbuttoned them, then pulled the waist of her panties down. His hand slid inside and stroked her wet clit. Autumn cried out.
Her fingers turned into claws in Nico’s shirt.
“Marry me, Autumn.”
He continued stroking her nub as if it were his way of getting her to say yes.
Do you want to give this up?
Will you ever be able to find someone to accept you as this man does?
He stroked the inside of her with two other fingers. Autumn met him, pushing against his fingers. She gasped and bit the inside of her lip.
“Marry me, Autumn,” he breathed against her lips. “I know you want to say yes.”
Autumn whimpered. Her head said no, but her heart said yes. Her body was at war, but in the end, she knew she was going with her heart. “Yes!” she screamed. “Stop teasing me, otherwise I’m going to shoot you.”
Nico laughed aloud and unzipped his pants. “Whatever you want, baby.”
He pulled her on top of his cock. Autumn gasped at the movement. He thrust up inside her pussy. She pushed down. He moved faster, put his hands on her hips and held her down as he thrust up. Autumn screamed his name as she came. With a loud bellow, Nico filled her.
They both collapsed to the floor. Nico’s hands moved up and down Autumn's clothed back, “So, you’ll marry me?”
She swallowed, her heart galloping in her chest. She raised one of her eyebrows. “Is that all you’re worried about?” The words came out breathless.
He looked down at her with a brooding gaze, “No.” He opened his eyelids and looked her straight in the eye. “No more thinking about Elijah Winters.” He touched her temple, “You don’t need to worry your beautiful, intelligent brain anymore. He’s gone.”
Was he?
Even though in her heart, Autumn knew Elijah would never pose a threat again, she still couldn’t get the thought of what he did and why out of her head. No, she wasn’t able to deliver him to Lady Justice. Nico did, in his way of showing her his love.
She kissed him on the lips. “I know.”
She leaned her head against his chest and looked across the way out the window. The rain started up and there was a distant rumble. Nico’s hand rubbed up and down her back and her lashes drifted downwards as she let the thumping of Nico Scala’s heart lull her to sleep.
“We’ll marry in the same church as my parents.”
“Nico.”
His hand weaving through her hair, he answered, “Hm?”
“Be quiet.”
His muffled laughter was the last thing she heard as she drifted to sleep against his chest.
Epilogue
