My eyes trailed down his chest, over the defined muscles of his abdomen. I bit the corner of my lip, and I froze when I saw he was wearing no underwear. "Oh." I heard it come out of my mouth, as my breath hitched in my lungs.
"Oh? That's all you have to say?" He took a step toward me, and I pressed my lips together, unable to look away from his weapon.
"That won't fit." I didn't even try to hide my shock. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head, and before I knew what I was doing, I was pointing at it. Pointing at his cock. I'm twenty-two years old, and I was behaving like an immature child. Oh god, can I just die?
"It fit once; it will again." He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to him. Lifting my hands, I put them on his bare chest to prevent me from slamming into him. His chest was rock hard and warm. The heat radiating off him was intoxicating. Did someone suck all the oxygen out of the room? Was he having trouble breathing? His cock was pressed against my stomach, and even though I wasn't a virgin anymore, this was all new. Sliding my hands up his chest, I moved themover his neck and up into his hair. The strands were soft between my fingers.
He pulled away from me. "Go shower, amore, clean up, and I've had something laid out for you to wear." His words were soft, almost affectionate, but the grip he held on my ass was anything but. His fingers dug into the soft tissue, and he rubbed himself against me. I couldn't stop the moan, and my eyes fluttered closed. He turned me and pointed me toward the bathroom. "I'll be waiting." He said before running his tongue from my ear to my shoulder. The wet heat of it made my knees weak.
Closing the door to the bathroom, I leaned against it and let my head fall back. Taking a deep breath, this was the first time I'd felt like I was in control today. Earlier, it was my father; now it was Nico, but here, I was the boss. Turning on the shower, I waited for the steam to build before stepping in and letting the water wash away the day.
The smell of the excessive hairspray the stylist used filled my nose as the water ran over my head. The chemical scent mixed with the steam. Turning, I saw my hair products and body wash had been transferred to his bathroom. Grabbing one, I realized it was full. It was new, and I thought back to the list he had me fill out the morning after he'd brought me home. What did it say about me that I didn't even blink while filling out that list?
I'd lost track of time, waiting for the water to cool down, but it never did. The house had endless hot water, another luxury I wasn't used to. Rinsing off the last bits of our earlier escapades, I turned off the shower and reached for the towel at the door of the spacious area.
The house I grew up in was outdated, and we didn't have anything this opulent. We had one showerhead, not a wall of them, and the plastic curtain around the tub had seen better days, but that didn't matter anymore. I lived in a mansion, awayfrom the terror of my father, away from the constant worry I would be caught dealing with family business.
Wiping the mirror, I finally had an opportunity to look at the bruise on my cheek. It was painfully purple, and it hurt to smile. The skin was tender and swollen. Dabbing some vitamin E cream on it hopefully would prevent a scar. Looking to my left, I saw a black lace garment. This must have been what Nico wanted me to wear. Picking up, I gasped when I saw that the entire thing was made of see-through lace. I'm not sure why I was shocked; he'd gotten me naked twice in the short time we'd been married. Slipping it over my head, the lace felt almost like silk falling to my ankles. The thin satin straps lay perfectly on my narrow shoulders, and I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror. It was sexy, but tasteful.
Taking one last deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into Nico's room. He was propped up on the bed with a book in his hands and glasses perched on his nose. The lamplight cast shadows across his face, highlighting his strong jaw and sharp cheekbones. My stomach fluttered, and a warmth spread between my legs. He'd looked incredibly handsome this afternoon, but now, here, in his bed, reading, he was a god.
CHAPTER 15
NICO
I'd readthe same page eight times since the shower had turned off, and I was getting a little anxious waiting for Emilia to come back into the room. The words blurred together, meaningless. She opened the door and stood there staring at me. The lingerie I'd ordered for her fit like a glove. The lace nightgown covered her enough; I hoped she'd feel comfortable, but it left nothing to my imagination. Her dark nipples were visible, as was her pussy, and my cock responded just as I expected. Hardening immediately, aching.
"Come to bed." My words, huskier than I'd thought, but she had that effect on me.
"I usually sleep on that side." She said, pointing to where I was already settled in.
"Not anymore, I sleep between you and the door from now on. That way, if there's trouble, I deal with it before it gets to you." Closing my book, I tossed it on the table beside me. I was pleased when she seemed to accept my answer and climbed into our bed. I hadn't expected her to lie down and pull the blankets up to her neck. It was cute, and I couldn't help the smile crossingmy face. "We have a few things to discuss," I said, taking off my glasses and turning to face her.
"Oh, okay." She sat up but didn't let go of the blankets. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the fabric.
"You’ll sleep by my side every night unless I have to go out of town, obviously. Under no circumstances will it be acceptable for you to sleep in another room. That includes when you're angry at me." I was sure there would be many nights I would go to bed with the ice queen, but it was my goal for her never to fall asleep that way. "Next, this will be the only night you get into this bed with clothes on. I want you naked next to me."
A frown crossed her beautiful face, "Why?" She asked.
"Because I want nothing between you and me."
"Does that mean you're…" She didn't finish her question because I lifted the blankets and grinned. I'd expected her to look away, but her eyes were locked on me, wide and dark, which only increased my arousal.
"Come here," I said, offering my hand to her, but she shook her head. "You’ll come to my side on your own, or I’ll drag you across this bed; it's your decision." My voice was commanding, and without hesitation, she slid across the space to lay in my arms. She was tense; there wasn't any relaxation once she settled. Every muscle rigid, her breathing shallow.
My arm was draped across her shoulder, and if I moved my hand slightly, I would brush against her perky nipple. "Lean forward." She did as I asked without hesitation, which moved her away from me, which is why she probably did it so willingly. Reaching into my nightstand, I pulled out a blue velvet box and set it on her lap.
"Niccolò, what is this?" She asked, picking it up but not opening it. Gently, I took it from her hands and lifted the lid. Her gasp was all I needed to gauge her reaction. Cautiously, she reached over and ran her delicate fingers over the necklace.
"You will wear this at all times." I took it out of the box and draped it around her neck. The cold metal rested against her chest, and she lifted her hand again to touch it. The diamonds caught the lamplight, throwing tiny rainbows across her skin.
"It's the same as your cufflinks." She quietly said as she looked down at it. It sent a thrill through me that she'd looked at them when I handed them to her. That she'd noticed the detail, the craftsmanship.
"Yes, they match. This will never come off, unless something happens to me. Anyone who sees it will know who you are, and it'll keep you safe." Closing the clasp, I heard the little click, making me smile. "I'm the only one with the ability to remove it." Tenderly, I trailed my hand down the back of her neck and reached over her shoulder to grasp her neck.
She stiffened again under my touch. "How is a collar keeping me safe?" Her words were filled with hate.
"My father gave this one to my mother, and now it passes to the woman brave enough to stand at my side. You're mine now, Emilia. The engagement, the wedding, and taking your virginity meant nothing. But this makes you mine."
