Chapter forty

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

Ilaria

"Does he know what you taste like, Ilaria?"

My heart drops. Nico asks, the tone of his voice was rough. I knew what he felt right now, and it wasn't pleasant. My heart palpitates but as I remove my jacket and face him, my stomach bottoms out when Nico glares at me. He wasn't done yet, what he started a moment ago wasn't even a fraction of what he wanted to do to me and I felt the fear wrecking through me as I watch his whole entire face. The despair filling those dark eyes made me want to run, but I know that if I start running from the devil now, he'll catch me and throw me into a pit of fire.

"No." I shudder, an icy chill treads along my spine. Nico inhales a deep breath and closes his eyes, rolling his head back until every muscle in his neck pops. I gulp, my heart raced because Nico was expecting me to lie to him. He knew too well, and I was just stupid to think I'd get away with it. Nico was so unpredictable, I've forgotten how to fight for a second.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, and don't you dare even think about lying to me again." He rasps, his chest expands as he breathes, his broad shoulders move and as they do, the muscles in them pop too. "Has he tasted you, Ilaria? It's a simple question."

"Yes." I quickly reply. I was sure the blood in my cheeks had all drained as I confess the truth to Nico, because it was a truth I didn't want him to hear. But the second I spoke, Nico stares directly into my eyes and clenched his jaw. Even from this distance, I could see the anger storming through him, breaking each and every one of his restraints, if there was any.

"You see how that wasn't so hard to do, being honest with me?" He mumbles, a sudden smile takes his lips. But something about it was just so sinister. He saunters to me and I turn my entire body to follow his steps but when he reached me, he held my waist and forced me to face forward, towards the bed and away from him. "Well done, baby." He praises, I inhale a shaky breath and freeze against his chest. My back leans on his rock hard chest, so I could feel every word he mumbles, vibrating through his chest. "Hmm," He hums, that sounds of his voice vibrated through his chest and onto my back. "What am I going to do with you, mio dolce? There's so much I want to do." He mumbles against the back of my head. But his tone was threatening, he sounded sardonic, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. I shake against him, trying to minimise the movement because I was just so cautious around him when he was angry.

"Nico, I have-"

"Shh, shh." He hushes me to silence. I stare at the bed and feel his towering frame engulf me until I can no longer breathe. The heat of his entire body fills mine until I feel burnt out. Anticipation quickly fills my system, causing a nauseating pain to bloom in my stomach. "I don't want to hear anymore Ilaria, not when you've just lied to me." He says, "Take all your clothes off and get on the bed, on your hands and knees, now."

"Nico," I shudder, my voice was quiet and shaky. "It was a long time ago." I find myself explaining, even though I knew it would be futile. I wasn't scared of Nico, I was scared of what he might do because he was just so unpredictable. I'm trembling with fear, with anticipation and with the last thing anyone would feel right now in this situation, arousal. I feel the heat pooling in my core, a bundle of nerves on the edge of exploding. The heat from his body crawls along my spine, to my neck and my face. Nico leans closer, tucking my hair back gently, towards him until he reached my ear. He releases a breath, his hot breath fans the nape of my neck and crawls along the back of my ear. I shudder again, goosebumps fills my skin, tightening my nipples. I close my eyes and gulp, my muscles tense against his heat.

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