Page 61 of Sold to the Silver Foxes

The SUVs roll away, taillights bleeding crimson through snowfall. Nico releases a long breath. “Are you okay?”

Pietro’s threats feel far away when a Moretti stands beside me. “Um, yeah. Just…that was unexpected. He gave me a phone to call him if I want out of our arrangement.”

“I hate to say it, but good.”

I blink up at him. “Good?”

Nico’s hand traces along my cheek as his eyes draw lines all over my face. “I never want you to feel like you’re stuck with us, sweetheart. You always have a choice.”

“I know that.” My voice is hoarse, and I don’t know why. I feel shaky. Oh god, I can’t get sick. Not now?—

“What is it?”

“I feel weird. Uneasy. I hope I’m not coming down with something.”

“Adrenaline spike? Pietro is a ball of stress.”

A weak laugh escapes me. He’s right. I recognize it now. “Yeah, probably. I just…he’s intense. And he was talking about liquidating your assets if you screw up, and I can’t let that happen, and?—”

Nico presses his lips to mine, and I’ve never been more grateful for a kiss in my life. His arms wrap around me, and the kiss slides from tender to claiming when his fingers lace through the hair at the back of my head. He angles me to open me up to him, and I feel weightless. Ethereal.

Hungry.

“Let me make you forget,” he murmurs against my lips.

I nod, and he pulls me into the salon and shoves the door closed using my back. For long minutes, the only constants are touch, breath, and the midday sun beaming through the glass ceiling. Nothing else exists, just Nico’s deft hands. My world narrows to his fingertips as they slide into my underwear.

I’m still standing. Barely. The door isn’t a great place to lie down, but I care less and less when that throb hits. I cling to hisshoulder to stay on my feet, and it’s all I can do not to collapse when I come with a yelp.

Without a word, he picks me up in his arms and lays me on the wooden dining table nearby. He jerks my lounge pants off completely, all thought of propriety gone from his eyes. Only raw need there now.

He pulls me to the edge of the table, yanks his pants down, and thrusts in with a hiss. No more foreplay, no talking. He doesn’t even wait to take his shirt off, instead ripping it over his head once he’s inside me. It’s like he couldn’t wait.

His abs ripple in the sunlight as he pumps into me, and the heady sense of longing takes over. I want this, but I want more than this too. I sit up as much as I can and reach for him. He doesn’t disappoint, leaning until he’s on the table too. This is what I needed. His body close to mine, the weight of him grounding me to this moment.

I needed to touch him too.

His shoulders, his chest. I needed to feel his heartbeat under my palm. It’s racing now, like his breaths. He mutters, “Can’t even believe you’re real,” between our kisses.

I know the feeling. But I can’t speak. I’m too close to something good. When I take a breath, it washes through me, fire and ice colliding in my core. He arches, driving my orgasm higher, further, deeper.

“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear as he pounds into me, his hips slamming into mine. He swells inside of me, and his body jerks as his eyes roll. But then he pulls out, coming on my thigh and the table as his body shakes on top of me.

Our breaths are ragged things, broken by wheezes and little coughs. It’s never been quite like that. Never that animal or that quick. But I needed that more than I can say. Right now, my brain is marshmallow fluff.

Nico’s head lies on my breast. His warm breaths ghost heat across my chest. “I’ll make it up to you later. Just…needed that.”

I dig my fingers through his gray crewcut, counting on the fact that my fingertips will smell like him later. “Nothing to make up for. I needed that too.”

“I meant what I said, sweetheart. You always have a choice. And…for the duration of the contract or until you say otherwise, you’re mine.”

I smile at the thought. “And your brothers?”

“Theirs too.”

Maybe it’s crazy, but I can’t stop smiling at the thought of belonging to them.

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