Phthartic Trilogy Book #2
Prequel to The Virgin's Prostitute
WARNING: For mature readers only.
This book can also be a stand alone
Niccolo Black is the best assassin of his time, he's ruthless and is known to care about no one but himself. Marcus L...
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Niccolo's POV
I woke up slowly and rolled over bumping into someone. I barely remembered anything from last night, but what I did remember was also embedded into me as a physical reminder.
I opened my eyes slowly seeing how Marcus was at the other side of the bed, turned away from me and was still sleeping. I studied the curve of his muscled back watching the skin disappear into those grey sweats.
I moved closer to him, my cheek pressing into the middle of his shoulder blades and my arm wrapping around his waist.
No matter what excuse I conjured in my head, not the excuse that I'm cold and needed his warmth or the excuse that he was moving a lot so I wrapped an arm around him, it couldn't hide the fact that I just needed to touch him.
No matter how I'm feeling, whenever I touch him, not sexually, just skin to skin contact of our hands, our shoulders, maybe the occasional knee bump, it calmed me.
He calmed me.
I heard the soft groan from his lips and felt the soft vibration from the action moving from his skin to mine.
"My head hurts" The whisper left my lips. I knew he was still half asleep but he still managed to turn over and pull me closer into his arms.
"Go back to sleep" He mumbled and who was I to refuse an offer like this?
We stayed that way for at least five hours, then he got up leaving me there alone, with only the warmth of the sheets as evidence that he was there and I wasn't dreaming.
As he came back he seemed normal while I knew I looked like shit.
Actually, have I ever seen him hungover? I knew this was a first for me.
As far as I was concerned he knew how to hold his liquor and never drank more than he could handle. I was the same as him, until last night. I vaguely remember Amaya being the one to encourage the whole thing. I also vaguely remember seeing Ariano looking shocked and attempting to get me to not drink too much in such a short span of time.
I groaned as he tried to get me up.
"Come on. You have a meeting with the Viper's in an hour" He reminded and that sure as fuck got me rolling out of bed and crashing to the floor infront of him.
"What time is it?" I stumbled back to my feet as he steadied me.
"Two fifteen." Shit. I had more than a meeting in an hour.
"Ok ok I'm up. Do me a favor and make sure Ariano is up as well. He needs to be there. Amaya and you can stay in." He nodded his head in compliance as I walked out of the room as quickly as I could.
I took a quick shower and got dressed. My shirt was only half buttoned and I sprayed on some cologne before leaving my room and going down the stairs two at a time.
