Fatalé (18+)

Chapter twenty nine

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ this chapter contains sexual content. Recommended for 18+ readers.

Ilaria

Adrenaline courses though my blood, my heart was raging inside my chest. Heat blooms in my stomach when Nico touches me. He placed the gun down and cupped my face with his large hands, his lips were warm, he was warm and my body desired more, like it was a necessity to have a taste of him, even if it's just a lick. A shiver iced my spine when he pressed himself against me. He was so warm and so big, my knees nearly buckled.. Nico pulls away to take a breath, I bite my lips I couldn't feel and watch Nico as he released a harsh breath.

"I can take you back Ilaria, your father has asked me to look for you." He states, holding my chin as he admires me. My heart skipped a beat, the thought of seeing my family again shed a light that there would be a possibility that I may go back to my previous life, that I'll finally be able to out of Ricardo's control. That's what I wanted, I've always wanted that but the way I felt hearing those words leave his mouth contradicted my desires. I wanted to see mamma and Papà, I wanted to see my brothers and my cousins and all my uncles but it felt like now was not the time. I needed to do something before I return to them and leave this life behind. But as I watch Nico, his expressions contradicts with his words too. Those words lift his mouth in a certain tone, a tone that applied that he didn't like the idea of going back. He didn't want me to go back. "Your father is searching the entire world for you, he isn't going to stop until he finds you."

"No, not yet." I shake my head, Nico blinks at me and gulps in a slight surprise. I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, my stomach burned for his touch. The sound from unbuckle his belt made a sensation bloom in my stomach, permeates across the bottom of my body, and striking the burning centre between my legs. Nico watched me with fevered eyes and I take my lips between my teeth. "Ricardo needs to be taught a lesson, and we need to get your son back."

"We?" He grunts, I open the zipper of his trouser and begin to rub him. Up and down. God, he was too big. Even through a mere touch, I was pulsating in my pants. My arousal peaks as the sounds Nico makes each time I stoke him, vibrated through me. Nico was erect already, he was so ready. Nico wasn't touching me the way I wanted him to, I lean closer and peck his lips. I nod my head and inhale a deep breath, I shuddered again because Nico seemed like he froze. I pull away and slowly sink down to my knees. Nico's eyes split and then, they follow me down.

"Yes, Nico. I might be able to locate your son, but I need to first get back to Ricardo." I respond but Nico scowls at my words, like he didn't like that idea of me even going back. His belt weighs his pants down, I pull apart his half opened pants and gulp. Training my eyes steady up at Nico, I take him out of his boxer briefs.

"You're so perfect, did you know that?" He mumbles, the tone in his voice changes. I lick my lips again and stare up at him, clawing my nails into the back of his thighs. He holds my chin and watches down on me, something twinkles in his eyes and I couldn't decipher what. His lips pursed when I take him in my hand and stroke him, gently. I wanted to teach him a lesson for watching me for eight years straight as well as pleasure him. But a whole part of me was disappointed at myself for never realising that a mafia don had his eyes on me for eight years straight. That's something Papà or Ricardo never taught me, that there might be a possibility of a huge mafia capo watching me. I lean closer and caressed him on my face, I wanted to feel his raw skin on mine as that's the only way I'd get to feel him, raw. Skin on skin. I'd never let Nico fuck me raw again because of that one night. I still can't forget him, how good he felt and how I burned for that feeling again. Nico didn't need to know that because he'll never do that again. The way he twitched with my skin on his skin sent a sense of power to my core, power that I knew only I had over him. When I take him in my mouth, Nico inhales a sharp breath. I swirl my tongue on the tip of his cock, his pre cum seeps into my taste buds, it was slightly salty but then, it was nothing. Nico grunts as he resists the urge to touch me, so I reach for his hand and squeeze them. He releases me and holds my chin again, his thumb caresses my lips as they're wrapped around his thick, veiny flesh.