“God.” She rocked against him, desperate to feel him inside her. “I want you so bad, Nico. Hurry.”
“You wanna fucking ride me, bella, you better be ready.” He reached under her skirt and shoved her panties aside, slicking his thick finger along her folds.
“Jesus Christ. You’re so wet for me. So hot.” He thrust one finger inside her and she jerked back, slammed her head against the door.
“More.”
He gave a strangled grunt, added a second finger, and curled them both to pulse against her sensitive inner walls. Mia fisted his hair, kissed him hard, furious, frantic, her heart pounding to the heavy bass of the music outside. She wanted this man like she’d never wanted anyone before, wanted to wrap herself around him, feel him deep inside her, take her pleasure from his hard, powerful body.
She felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance, levered herself up on his shoulders to take him in. Desire became a raging inferno inside her. “Now, Nico.”
“Ride me, bella. Ride hard.”
She moaned as he entered her, swift and brutal, thrusting as deep as he could go. His face contorted in pleasure and he eased out and pushed inside again, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across her skin.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Hard. Don’t hold back with me. Give me everything you’ve got.”
With one hand against the wall, and the other under her ass, he pounded into her, his powerful hips rocking back and forth. She lost herself in the delicious feel of him moving inside her, his firm strokes sending fire streaming through her blood.
Nico groaned, the sound wanton and erotic. She panted her breaths as he quickened his thrusts. Her muscles tightened, need spiraling out of control. Their lips met in a clashing, bruising, kiss, and as she neared her peak, he slid a hand between them and rubbed his slicked thumb over her clit.
“Oh God. Yes.” She buried her face in his shoulder as she climaxed, an exquisite rush of pleasure that swept through her body, wiping everything away except the exquisite feel of his firm, thrusting cock, his heady, masculine scent, the rasp of his breaths, and the rock hard muscles that tensed when he came, pulsing and throbbing inside her.
He held her after the rush, possessing her with a gaze of intense pleasure and satisfaction as they panted their breaths, sweat soaked clothes clinging to their bodies.
“Not how I imagined a wedding night to be.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Me either.”
“Fucking perfect.”
Someone thudded on the door. “Hey! Get out of there. Some of us have to pee. Go fuck in the bar where everyone else does.”
Nico gave her a quizzical look. “People fuck in the bar?”
“I’ve seen some X-rated scenes.”
A slow, sly, sensual smile spread across his face. Pure mob boss. “You want to see another?”
NINETEEN
“You okay, Kat? You need anything?” Ben paused in the doorway to his living room. He’d brought Kat to his place after Nico’s and Mia’s wedding, and, after watching some television with her, he was ready for a cold shower and then bed.
Fucking hell. He hadn’t been able to sleep since that encounter with Gabe and Mia, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to sleep with a beautiful woman in the next room. Although he was pretty sure he’d managed to talk his way out of Gabe’s big reveal about his work as a cop, worry niggled at the back of his mind, and he had planned to meet Jack tonight to talk through his options. After a call with his lawyer, he realized his plan to wait out a custody hearing wasn’t in the cards. He’d been thinking days, but his lawyer said it could take months
“Actually, I need help changing the dressing on my back if it won’t squick you out.” Kat looked up from the black leather couch and smiled.
Ben melted. God, she was beautiful. Tall and willowy, with long, chestnut hair, dark eyes, deep olive skin and a body to fucking die for. Die being the operative word. Nico had instructed him to protect Kat until it was safe for her to go home, and he had a feeling taking advantage of Nico’s innocent nineteen-year-old sister-in-law didn’t count as keeping her safe.
“No problem. I did a first-aid course back in the day.”
Kat pulled a first-aid kit from her overnight bag. “Back in the day? You aren’t that old.”
“Twenty-nine,” he answered honestly.
“Not that old at all.” She handed him the kit, and turned on the couch, lifting her filmy blouse. Ben tried not to look at the gentle curve of her hip, the smooth skin, the narrow dip of her waist. Instead, he focused his gaze on the large white bandage taped to her lower back.
Very carefully, Ben peeled it away.
“What the hell?” Her skin beneath the bandage was seared red in the shape of a letter C, the edges black and starting to scab.