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I close my eyes and imagine just that, letting the tingling sensation build up inside of me. Pulling my finger out of my pussy, I bring my attention back up to my clit, rubbing it until the pulsing sensations have me shaking. My panting is more frantic, and my moans come out louder.

Nicco’s grunts come out more sporadic, a sure sign he’s just as close as I am. “I want to see that beautiful face of yours when you come, Isabella,” he growls out.

The desperate need in his voice has me sliding my phone back up so my face is back in the frame. I’m met with Nicco’s hungry gaze, and that’s what puts me over the top.

I speed up the movement of my finger on my clit, and just when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, the tension that’s been building between us explodes inside of me, causing my head to fall back while a long intense wave of pleasure consumes me. It has me on a high that I never want to come down from.

Nicco’s groan fills the space while I continue to bask in this euphoric feeling. Once both of our labored breaths have finally steadied, I let out a soft laugh and say, “That was…”

Nicco responds with his own light chuckle and says, “Fucking amazing.”

I smile and shake my head and say, “Good night, Nicco.”

“Good night, my sweet Isabella. I love you.”

45

NICCOLÒ

The look on Isabella’s face while she came undone in her bathtub the other night is all I’ve had on my mind. With her being busy at the boutique and me being busy with my dad, our schedules still haven’t allowed us to see each other again, and I’ve reached my limit. I need to fucking see her.

Me: You know it’s been over a week since I’ve seen you, right?”

Isabella: A week and five days. Technically.

I chuckle, a smile forming on my lips. I love that she’s been keeping track just as much as I have.

Me: I need to see you.

Isabella: I need to see you too.

Me: How badly?

Isabella: Badly… My fingers are great, but your mouth is much better.

Fuck me.

Me: It’s been too damn long since I’ve had your lips around my cock.

Isabella: Then maybe we should fix that.

“We absolutely fucking should,” I mutter as I walk up to the door to my dad’s office and knock on it before stepping through.

“Do you have an update for me?” he snaps before I’m able to make it three feet into his office, causing me to bite my tongue before I snap right the fuck back at him.

“An update on what exactly?” I ask, playing dumb.

He shoots his gaze up to mine from his computer screen and tears off his reading glasses. “You’ve had one job to focus on for nearly two months now. What else would I be asking you for an update on?”

His bad fucking attitude sinks under my skin and makes me want to treat him the same shitty ass way he treats me, but I clench my jaw and grind my teeth until I’ve rooted myself. The last thing I need is for him to become suspicious of my character when I’m so damn close to getting everything I want.

“Yes, of course… Isabella,” I say. “We’ve been talking… a lot. She’s been opening up to me about her family and the dreams she has for her future.”

My dad lets out a disgusted scoff. “Dreams she has for her future? She’s a fucking Mafia princess. Her dreams belong in the kitchen with an heir in her stomach.”

The demeaning laugh that falls from his lips sends a tidal wave of anger through me and sparks my innate response to defend Isabella, but I quickly remember my place and my goals, so I keep quiet.

“She is a Mafia princess, but that’s not the point,” I say coolly.

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