“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. She’s like a goddamn angel in jeans and an oversized t-shirt that can’t disguise the full curves of those lush tits. I reach down for the button of her pants, flicking it open, then peel the denim down her hips and soft thighs. I tug her sneakers off then pull the jeans free, before reaching up and rolling the shirt up her chest. Her belly is rising and falling in short sharp movements that match the rapid breaths she’s taking. By the time I pull her t-shirt over her head, my cock’s so hard I’m sure it’s going to explode.
“Dario…” she murmurs, her eyes roving over my chest, past my waistband then back up to my face. There’s no way she could miss the bulge there. And I don’t know if I want to fall onto her and fuck her senseless or spend hours ravishing those sweet curves. But when she spreads her legs and I see the wet seeping through the fabric of her panties, my mind is made up for me. I slide the fabric aside and slip a finger into her heat.
“Oh…God!” she chokes out, arching her back off the bed.
“Jesus…you’re dripping for me,” I groan. I pump my finger in and out of her, the slick sounds making my balls clench. I unzip my fly with one hand and free my throbbing cock, palming it as I find the nub of her clit and brush over it until she’s bucking.
“Please…God, Dario…please, I need you!” she mewls. I don’t need further encouragement. I yank her panties down past her knees, letting them drop over her feet. The sight of her gaping pussy almost makes my mouth go dry. I grasp her hips in both hands and haul her ass off the bed as I line by cock head against her slick slit. When I thrust in, she gives a scream. Normally I go slow with her but right now, the urge to take her is overwhelming.
“Nikki,” I choke out, trying to steady myself, afraid to hurt her with the force of how much I need her.
“Don’t stop!” She tosses her head, her cheeks flushed. “God…oh God…please don’t stop.” I thrust in again, and then set up a pounding rhythm that knocks the air from her in choking gasps. The lace of her bra barely contains her soft tits and I reach down to free them. Then I watch, almost hypnotized by the fluid movement of her flesh with each thrust. I could come just looking at her like this, wild and wanton on the end of my cock.
“Dario…Fuck! Dario…” Her eyes are unfocused as she stares up at me. I’m pretty sure my expression is much the same. I’m burning for her, the tightening in my balls warning of an explosion that I’m half afraid will burst through both of us.
“Nikki…Jesus…” I grit out. I want to watch her like this forever, but I’m going to go off any minute. I reach a hand for her clit and press down. She thrusts back at me so hard, I’m sure I’m going to have bruises. But it’s enough to drive me straight toward the edge.
“Deeper!” she gasps out. “I want you deeper…all of you…I want to feel you in my heart…”
The desperation in her voice has something coiling in the pit of my belly. I hike her knees up my body and lean over her, grinding into her until our pubic bones crash together. Her breath is coming from her in great choking gasps as I clasp her face in my palms. Buried in her…lost in her… I couldn’t get closer to her if I tried.
“I fucking love you, Nikki Love,” I gasp out, my breath hissing through my teeth with the effort of holding off. The walls of her sweet cunt are clamping and sucking around my cock like a vise.
“Oh God…I love you too!” she chokes. When tears stream down her cheeks, I feel my own eyes burning in response. But it’s a sensation that’s overwhelmed by the surging in my cock. I slide out slightly, then thrust in so hard it’s only my hands on her shoulders that stop me from shoving her right off the mattress. She lets out a tortured wail that would worry me if it wasn’t accompanied by a mad spasming of those velvet muscles around my shaft.
“Jesus…fuck! Fuck…fuck…fuck!” I shout out, feeling myself exploding inside her. I can’t breathe for a moment. I’m sure my goddamn balls are in my throat. She twists and writhes against me like a frantic animal, nails clawing down my arms, across my back. There’ll be scratches on my flesh when we’re done. My Nikki…marking me again.
Hers…all hers…
“I’m yours,” I say brokenly, when I’m finally able to breathe again. She stares up at me as if stunned. And then her palm cups my cheek.
“Mine,” she whispers in return.
And I’m lost.
Chapter 6
Dario Caraldi
Two months later
“Dani! Daniele Caraldi, you get your little butt back here right now!” I hear Nikki calling out. I have a ton of hotel admin to get through, but the sound of them warms my heart and makes me smile. It’s something I’m beginning to grow accustomed to. Despite the turmoil that has colored each day.
Since the chaos that ensued after that morning at the warehouse, it feels like my life has changed completely. Mateo is gone. My right hand…probably the only man I’ve ever considered to be a close friend…and everything about him has been a lie. I can’t get my head around that. Though it seems like a trifling concern compared with the bombshell Eduardo had delivered just minutes before his death.
My father murdered my mother.
All the years I’d spent feeling abandoned by the woman who bore me. Certain that if she’d loved me, she’d have stayed. When in fact, he’d ended her life. Suddenly, those nightmares all make sense now. She’d come to my room that night, tried to reach me. In my sleep fuddled state, I hadn’t understood. And my father had sent me back to sleep. While he and my uncle had disposed of her body. If fucking Eduardo was to be believed, her remains may still be buried out in the desert even now. I’ll probably never know, now that he’s dead. Never be able to give her the burial she deserved.
She was a good woman. Kind, gentle. Even in the world dominated by my fuck-up of a father. I rub my eyes. It still hurts my head when I try to make sense of it. It seems incomprehensible that she’d had a child before me.
Mateo. My brother?
I still can’t believe it. It had to have been some sort of stalling tactic to keep me from ending his traitorous existence.
“Papà! Papà!” Dani’s voice breaks into my thoughts.
“Dani, leave Papà alone now. He has work to do,” Nikki says from behind him. She’s reached for his hand and tugs him up against her, brushing her lips against the top of his dark head.
