SondraNico stares at me like a starved animal, appearing almost pained with desire. He eases his fingers from me and rubs circles on my inner thighs with his thumbs. I’m boneless with the pleasure of my orgasm. Even without intercourse, I have to say it was the best climax I’ve ever had. Everything about the encounter made it hot, starting with the lead up of Nico strip searching me the day we met, then spanking me, then this. Combine that with Nico’s considerable skill and genuine interest in my pleasure, and I’m doubting this sexual experience will ever be beat.And considering he hasn’t been satisfied yet, I don’t think it’s over.How much better will it get?“Th-thank you,” I say when my voice returns to me. My throat’s sore from crying out, which isn’t something I normally do.Nico’s smile seems almost sad. “You’re so fucking sweet.” His hands roam up to my breasts. He lowers the zipper of my dress and pulls my boobs out of the bra cups. He pinches both my nipples at the same ti

NicoI had some romantic notion about treating Sondra like a lady and taking her on a date. That idea died a quick death when I saw the flare of fear in her eyes and the marks on her arms.Fucking bastard. I seriously want to kill the motherfucker for handling my girl.Yeah, I may have been trying to pretend I hadn’t already claimed Sondra Simonson, but I have.It’s too late for her.The devil takes what the devil wants. And I want her.I have the power of dark fury still running through my veins, which makes me feel invincible, but I try to rein it back.Sondra’s terrified. As scared as she was the day I met her. Fuck. Was it because of me? What I did back there? I have to remember she’s not used to seeing guys get their noses broken.I throw her suitcase in the trunk of the Lamborghini and open the passenger door for her. After I get in the driver side and start the car, I have to ask, “Sondra, he didn’t—”“No.” She shakes her head. And then, to my utter demolishment, she bursts int

He withdraws and slams into me, taking my breath away with the force of it. It’s too rough, too hard, but I wouldn’t complain if it killed me. It feels so right. So good. He fucks me hard, his loins slapping against my ass like a second spanking, his cock drilling deep inside my sopping channel.“Please.” Now that I know what he wants, what makes him crazy, I’m going to keep saying it.He curses again and grips my upper arms, arching my upper back as he pounds into me.I whimper but I spread my legs wider, work to relax my muscles to better receive the full force of his thrusts. My mind is lost. I haven’t even come yet, but I’m rocketing into outer space. No, somewhere better than outer space. The place of no thought. Only pleasure. Only ripe, juicy, satisfying, pounding pleasure.“Yes, Nico, please,” I whine.“Stop begging, baby.” His voice is rough. “Stop begging or I won’t last another—fuuuuuuuck.” He buries himself deep and bucks his hips against my ass, coming.Somehow, he still

SondraHe can’t stay away from me. I shouldn’t be so giddy about it, but I am. I know this roller coaster ride probably ends in disaster, but I just can’t get off.I head to the housekeeping office to punch in. Of course Nico’s patronizing me by keeping me on as his personal housekeeper. If I had any pride or sense, I’d get my butt back to Corey’s place and refuse to play his out his fuck the housekeeper fantasies.Especially considering the looks I get from the other maids when I show up.Fuck. All 6080 Bellissimo employees probably know I’m sleeping with the boss by now.I punch in and push the housekeeping cart up to Tacone’s penthouse suite. He’s not there yet, and I get started fast, wanting to finish quickly in case he wants to hang out.The room service arrives before he does. It’s awkward answering the knock, but the waiter bows. “Good morning, Ms. Simonson. Where would you like the food?”Oh holy hell. He’s giving his staff my name. I point to the table by the wall of windows

NicoI’m dealing with three idiot would-be coke dealers in my dungeon. Yes, my basement is a fucking dungeon, with an underground network of tunnels that lead out into the city. You might call them catacombs, because more than one body has been buried here.They’re kids. Young. Stupid. Easy to scare.Security caught them moving powder in my nightclub. They could’ve called the cops, but I prefer to deal with this kind of shit in my own way. A little dose of fear goes a helluva lot farther than the threat of a badge.I nod at my younger cousin Sal, who busts one of the guy’s nose, then pulls his head up by the hair. All three of them have been worked over by my soldiers.“This is Mr. Tacone, owner of the Bellissimo. He has something to say to you.”The kid is shitting himself. I walk over and look down my nose at him. “You think you can sell drugs in my club? In my casino?”“I’m sorry, Mr. Tacone,” the guy on the left babbles. “W-we didn’t know who you were. That you owned this place. W