Page 32 of Vendetta

She nods, giving in as if she’s in control and her body latches onto my cock tighter. I growl out in response, my dick pouring out as she screams and screams and screams.

My perfect fucking angel is being filled, is milking my cock right now of every last drop and as my mouth finds hers I know from now on I’m going to be fucking her till she can’t take it anymore.

Her

I’m wearing his jacket because I can’t bear the thought of putting any of my own clothes back on. I’m only wearing my panties because I need something to catch all the cum that he’s filled me with. We’re not going back to the house. He’s taking me to a hotel. His hotel. The best hotel in the damn city.

I let out a little chuckle at the thought of me walking barefoot into such a place.

“What’s so funny?” Nico asks me coming out from wherever his head has been for the last few minutes.

“I’m just imagining the shocked look on everyone’s face when I step out wearing nothing but your jacket with your cum smeared down my thighs.”

He grins. “Let them stare. There’s fuck all they can do about it.”

I smile back. A month ago I would have panicked at the very idea of this, of being the centre of attention but with Nico beside me, with him holding my hand I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.

We pull up outside. A man opens the door and Nico gets out before offering me his hand like the perfect gentleman. Tossing my hair back I figure there’s only one way to play this now and I steel myself for what’s about to happen as I step out under the gaze of what feels like the entire city’s elite.

No one talks. No one dares say a thing as we walk inside the marble wonder that is the lobby. People are queuing for the front desk. Others are sat having drinks in the decadently styled bar.

Nico leads me past everyone. The way his jacket hangs make it look like some statement dress with my cleavage on almost full display. The only thing that ruins the look is the lack of heels but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.

He guides me to the elevator, ignoring the front desk entirely and as the doors slowly glide shut I can feel everyone staring.

Nico smirks, more at the look on my face than at these people’s response.

The elevator shoots upwards and my ears pop with the speed as we gain height. When it finally pings for the penthouse I’m met with the most breath-taking view and I swear my jaw drops.

“It’s not bad is it?” Nico says.

“Not bad?” I gasp stepping out, feeling the warmth of the underfloor heating already soaking into my feet. I walk over to where the huge glass separates us from the beautiful parkland and the city below and press my face into it. “This place is incredible.”

“This is my second home. And now your home.” He says. “Let me show you around.”

It’s not as big as his house but it’s still incredible. It’s designed like a duplex with three bedrooms on the higher floors each with their own dedicated bathrooms and walk-in wardrobes.

On the first floor there’s a cinema room, a sitting room, a kitchen and a dining room.

Nico’s had a new enclosure brought here for Sarpedon and he’s already exploring it. I feel relief that he wasn’t harmed, that those arseholes didn’t do anything to hurt him but I also feel guilty that he’s gone through so much upheaval but he doesn’t seem all that effected. I’m not sure how we’re going to store his food though but I guess that’s a problem for later. He got fed yesterday so he won’t be all that hungry yet.

Nico points to two doors, one on either side, of the long entrance hall which connect to two additional suites.

“My men are in there. No one will get near you again.” He says.

I nod. I know he thinks he let me down but I don’t agree. Besides after the way he rescued me, the way he shot that man, I think he more than made up for it.

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

“Starving.” I say. Somehow I’m always ravenous around this man. Ravenous for food and ravenous for him too.

He laughs as if he can tell. “How about we order some room service then?”

“How long will it take?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Maybe half an hour at the most.”

“So long enough to show my gratitude.” I reply dropping to my knees.

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