Page 47 of Covert Desires

Panic surges through me as I detangle myself from Nico’s naked body, draped around mine like a weighted blanket made of muscle and tattoos.

He grunts but doesn’t wake up, snoring lightly, sprawled out on his stomach.

Throwing a t-shirt over my nakedness, I drop into the armchair beside the bed, my racing mind running loops around my brain as I try to figure out what now.

How could I be so stupid?

Letting him out of his cage is one thing, but fucking him without a condom is the kind of mistake I should know better than to make.

I’m not worried about getting pregnant; I know that’s not possible anymore, not after what they did to me.

But who knows what diseases Nico could have? He doesn’t exactly seem like the responsible kind. No, he’s a reckless brute at best.

The first man I fuck in five years, and I’m stupid enough to do so without protection.Jesus, Kiah.

But deep down, I know condom isn’t the only problem with what happened…

I should never have fucked Domenico Ricci—period.

He’s a dead man walking. And the last thing I need is to be in the splash zone of whatever chaos is coming his way.

Scrubbing my hand over my face, I regard the beautiful body passed out on my bed.

It wasn’t just on the beach…We came back and hooked up again (and again) in the bed, the sheets now a sticky mess of sweat and cum.

Oh god, I swear that dick piercing of his scraped my insides raw in the most incredible way.

I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, wondering what it would feel like from the inside, but dear god, I could never imagine such mind-numbing pleasure.

I just got caught up in the moment; I can’t explain it.

He seemed so different yesterday, morehumanalmost.

But it’s no excuse for my lapse in judgment.

I moved to this island to get away from men like Nico, not to fuck them on the beach like we’re just normal people on a normal holiday.

But there’s nothing normal about fucking a mafia prince with a bounty on his head.

Why can’t I stop replaying the night in my mind though? It’s not like I haven’t had countless one-night stands before…They’re all I’ve ever had.

But this is different.

If I’m honest with myself, I don’t actually regret fucking Nico.

It felt incredible!

For the first time in half a decade, I felt alive; in control of my own life.

I actually came! I never come, not when there’s another person involved. The only time I ever reach the peak of climax is by my own hand and perhaps a little help from a toy.

But Nico,Jesus, he didn’t even do anything and my body exploded into a million little stars as he pumped my body full of his cum.

I know no good can come from feelings like that.

Getting mixed up in the mob is a sure way to lose your life.

I don’t need that kind of action.

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