He leans in close, his nose touching mine. "If they disrespectyou,they're going todie.It's as simple as that. Sit.”
I’ve barely comprehended that final word when he lifts me onto the counter. The marble is cold, and I stifle a squeak of protest as my nipples stiffen further. He’s drinking in everything, and his customary cool assessment can’t hide the fire raging behind his eyes for once. He wants me. How can I want him after what he just confessed? I don't know, but I do.
“Lean back,” he orders, shoving my knees apart. I sink back until my shoulder blades are pressed against the mirror. His breath tickles my chest while he studies my body. Desire builds inside me, like a watch being wound too tight. “I remember the last time you were in here,” he murmurs.
"You caught me."
"And watched you on the hidden cameras after you left."
My jaw drops. “Cameras? You saw-”
“Yes, I saw you in my bedroom the day you claimed my stiletto switchblade, my sweet little thief. And I saw you the night I showered and you watched. I watched you change your shirt by my bed. I wanted you so much that night. I wanted to spank your sweet ass red, and then I wanted to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
I gulp at how dirty but exciting it sounds. “If there are cameras, who will watch this?”
“My house has many security measures, but don’t worry. No one will see this… except me.”
Bending low, he drags one of my nipples into his mouth. An indescribably pleasurable sensation shoots all through me, a paradise I never wish to leave.“Ancora.”
“Give you more? Oh, I will.”
He licks and suckles each bud, drawing more moans from my lips. My legs dangle limply off the edge, but my hands can’t be still. I sink my fingers into his thick hair, amazed by its soft texture when everything else about this man is so hard.
Just as the ministrations of his mouth threaten to shove me past all reason, his hand dips between my thighs. Startled by the touch down there, I quiver, but Nico’s voice is rasping softly in my ear, silencing the dreadful memories. “Brava, bella ragazza.These pretty panties are stuck to your pussy, aren’t they? Shall I remove them? How about we allow your pussy to wet something else?”
Dazed, I watch open-mouthed as his fingers dig into the lacy fabric and tear it away as easily as tissue paper. My pulse pounds, and my body hums, overwhelmed with curiosity for what comes next. Then, he sinks to his knees on the hard marble floor, his face even with my pussy.
“The lady at the spa… I could not let her finish,” I say, blushing again.
His eyes meet mine. “It made you uncomfortable?”
“Yes. I know it is custom for the bride to be waxed-”
“I don’t fucking care about customs. I care that you feel good, and you’re fucking perfect just as you are.” He caresses my leg, reverently tracing the scar where I once fell from my father’s fence before glidingdown until he reaches one of my shoes. He deftly tugs it off before removing the other. Only my stockings remain, and I’m completely bare for him with my legs spread. “You’re glistening for me, honey. I can’t wait to taste your nectar. Scoot closer,” Nico urges, tugging at my hips.
It finally dawns on me what he intends to do. Shame raises its unwanted head, and my throat is dry. “You can’t,” I croak.
I place my hand on his forehead, and he pauses, glancing up at me curiously. “Because of the abduction?” he murmurs, gently.
“No, because my mother said…My stepmother said our mouths are meant for eating and giving praise. She said this was a sin,”I finish in Italian, turning my head away and feeling incredibly vulnerable from the admittance, my position and my naiveté.
"What else did she name a sin?"
I try to look away, but Nico captures my chin with his fingers, waiting. "She said… It is why you said it looked painful that night when you saw me… I could not…"
"You're ashamed to touch yourself?" I shudder with embarrassment. "Have you ever made yourself come?"
"I have tried but…" My eyes feel hot, tears are forming. He won't want that on his wedding night. "I bet you wish you married another girl now."
He slowly shakes his head. “No, I don't. So, this was the counsel of the stepmother who did not love you? The woman who couldn’t accept you as her daughter despite raising you for seventeen years because of her husband’s sin?” I nod, blinking back my tears. “We will not be listening to that woman’s advice when it comes to anything, Matilde. Certainly not our marriage or sex life,capisci?”
Touched by his fiercely sweet words, I agree.
“Good because your wicked husband is going to eat your pussy now, and you’re going to watch me praise you with every stroke of my tongue.”
A shocked breath escapes followed by a moan when he buries his face between my thighs and languidly drags his tongue through my pussy lips. It feels incredibly good. When he gives my clit a teasing lick, I grasp the faucet to keep from flying off the counter.“Oh Dio.”
“No, it’sNico,”he corrects with a grin. “Saymyname when I’m worshipping you, wife.”
