Nicco: Devil's Spawn Book 1

Ch. 39: Ti Amo, Principessa

NICCO

I return to Aria's apartment complex close to 10 pm.

As I climb up the stairwell, the building is dark and quiet, but adrenaline still hums within me. I did not know it was possible to feel so wound up and drained at the same time. Everything I have gleaned from Bertie tonight was advantageous to my cause. Knowledge wields power. Yet, I feel burdened by this power.

Is Aria aware of her father's ties to Manning?

I hope not. I do not even want to entertain the thought that she might be knowingly keeping such a big secret from me. For the sake of self-preservation, my mind fixates on what is to come. Carl's men will be sending the messages to Manning's network in two short hours.

Then, hell will break loose.

When I step through the front door, I see Aria curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her lovely face lights up the moment our eyes lock. The sight of her instantly erases the ugliness from my night. All of a sudden, there is nothing I want more than to bury myself in her body. I want to forget about the vile, despicable skeletons I wrung from Bertie for just a moment.

A smile softens her features. "You're back."

Wearily, I smile as well. "I am back."

"How was your dinner with... Bertie?"

I tell her the truth, "Barely tolerable."

"I was waiting for you," she whispers.

Without another word, I go to her. As always, we are drawn to each other like twin flames. Aria's hands twine behind my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. I do not resist at all. My hands slide under her shirt, seeking the soft curves of her body. The warmth of her bare skin.

"Wait," she mutters, pressing her palm against my chest to give a sight push.

"What is wrong?" I demand.

Aria grimaces. "There's something I want to tell you..."

"Is it about work?"

"Yes."

"Not now," I growl, "not when I have you in my arms like this."

"But it's about the Gra—"

Groaning into the slope of Aria's neck, I breathe in her scent. "Baby, I had such a long day. I just want to be with you. Can it wait until tomorrow morning?"

She grumbles, "I promise this will only take a min—"

Muffling Aria's protests with more kisses, I pick up my girl and carry her back to the bedroom.

"Tomorrow," I insist, dropping her onto the edge of the mattress.

She sighs when my head dips between her thighs, "I suppose this shit can wait...until...tomorrow morning..."

I pull down her panties and kiss her cunt. With my mouth and tongue, I trace every crease and every fold, readying my girl for my cock. Soon, she is wet and wanting. I kiss my way up her body and position myself at her entrance before pushing in with a gratified groan. When I start fucking her, Aria's eyelids squeeze shut as a moan slips out.

"Eyes on me, principessa," I command roughly. With fluttering lashes, Aria opens her eyes, panting. My gaze burns into hers. "I love watching you, every breath, every moan, knowing that is my cock inside your cunt. Fucking you over the edge."

Aria sighs, her hips start rolling and snapping, matching me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, "God, Nicco. The feel of you. It's always too much—"