Page 88 of Isabella

“Anything.”

And with that, Nicco takes his finger and slides it into my pussy and lowers his mouth to my clit, sucking on it.

My orgasm returns like it never disappeared, and I grind into Nicco’s face, meeting each thrust of his finger.

“Mmm, I’ll never get sick of how good you taste, Isabella.”

His words send an electric shock to my core, and I know I’m about to come.

Nicco adds another finger inside me, and that mixed with the suction on my clit has me moaning for more. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he hooks his fingers, hitting my innermost sensitive spot, causing me to cry out his name as an explosion erupts so deep inside me I can’t even think straight. All I can do isfeel.

Nicco helps me ride out my orgasm before finally stopping once I’ve come down from the high.

“That’s a look I’ll never get sick of,” he says, removing his fingers from me.

“You ready for me to return the favor?” I ask, my mouth already watering from the need to have his cock inside of it.

Hopping off the desk, I pull my skirt down while Nicco rises from the floor. My hands are immediately on him, about to rip his belt off when the sound of a door opening has me whipping my gaze over my shoulder.

When my eyes make contact with the intruder, my heart falls to the deepest depths of my soul.

“Well, well, well. What thefuckdo we have going on here?” The strong timbre of Enzo’s voice echoes through the room.

I push Nicco away from me, then feel bad when I see the hurt look in his eyes at my reaction, but the fear from the fact we were caught by my brother overpowers that emotion, burying it away for now.

I turn around to the steely dark eyes of Enzo, whose slow prowl is so predatory it looks like he’s walking in slow motion while he’s locked in on Nicco.

“Enzo,” I say, trying to gauge what kind of reaction he’s going to have to finding Nicco in here with our hands all over each other.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Enzo says, his tone unwavering and his gaze still set on Nicco even though I know he’s speaking to me. “What the fuck is going on in here?”

I’ve never seen Enzo like this before. I’m used to the fun, happy-go-lucky Enzo. But this… this is the family-business Enzo I’m seeing, and I’m finally understanding why he and my brother work so well together when running our family.

There’s a side to Teo and Enzo they keep away from me. I’m fully aware of what they’re capable of doing, but they’ve never had to act that way in front of me before.

“Enzo, please,” I say, stepping in front of Nicco. “Just calm down. We can talk about this like civilized adults.”

“Civilized adults, Isabella?” I cringe at his use of my full name. While I love hearing it from Nicco, I have the opposite reaction when I hear it from Enzo. It’s not a good sign.

Nicco grabs ahold of my arm, but I shake him off, already knowing what he’s trying to do. He wants me to move so he can take over the conversation, but I know if he steps in front of me, there’s not much I can do to protect him from the crazed look in my brother’s eyes.

“Think it’s a bit too fucking late for that,” Enzo adds.

“Enzo, I?—”

Nicco grabs hold of me again, except this time with more force, moving me so he can step in front of me.

“Nicco,” I gasp.

“Donotspeak to Isabella that way,” Nicco says, and my heart picks up at the sternness in his voice.

This will not end well.

Enzo snaps his gaze to Nicco’s, his glare hardening so ferociously, and I nearly cave in on myself at the sight. But if the glare wasn’t enough, Enzo tilts his head at Nicco while a sinister grin takes over his face.

Nope, this is definitely not going to end well.

No one says anything for the next few moments. It’s like a silent stare-off between the two, with my brother’s cold glare never wavering.

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