Page 78 of Nicoli

“So am I. Come sit on my dick so I can fuck you back into your mind this time.”

“Hear me out.”

“Mira—”

“Just listen. All your associates and so-called friends in high places are members of Myth, right?”

“I don’t like where you’re going with this.”

“If we go there as a couple, everyone who is important enough to know about us will know.”

He leans back, his gaze pinned on mine. “This isn’t what I want for you, Hummingbird. I don’t want to parade you around like some prize.”

“Why not?” I challenge and slip out of bed. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“Of course not.”

“Then parade me around,” I say, sauntering toward him. I’m naked but confident, and he needs to see that. He needs to let the image he has of me in his head shed that innocent skin that keeps him from seeing the real me.

His eyes are rimmed with hunger as they drift down my body and back up again. I love how he looks at me like I’m a five-course meal he’ll devour and never get tired of.

I straddle him, placing my hands on his shoulders and flipping my hair to the side. “Show the whole damn world who I belong to.”

His hands cup my ass, and he sucks air through his teeth as he forces me to grind against his cock. “There’s a risk involved if I show you off to the world.”

“And what’s that?”

He cups my breast, rolling the round flesh in his palm, then tugs at my nipple before enclosing his fingers around my throat. “Men will want you.” He squeezes. “They will want to fuck you, and then I’ll become a motherfucking serial killer.”

A thrill ripples down my spine. The idea of him killing for me is intoxicating, and it stirs a rush of adrenaline through my veins.

“No one will ever get close enough to touch you again,” he snarls as he constricts my air supply even more.

“Because you won’t let them?”

“Damn fucking straight, I won’t.”

“Myth is the perfect platform, Nicoli. Establishing a strong presence there is all we need for the royals of this kingdom to know that you and I are the king and queen of this world.”

He licks his lips, his hand dropping from my throat back to my breast, cupping it perfectly in his palm. “Why do you want to go to Myth so badly?”

I lock eyes with him, no longer rocking my body on top of his. “Because you’ve spent countless nights there fucking other women, acting out every single one of your fantasies with them. Now you’re my husband, and I want every girl in that club who had the honor of being fucked by you to know that.”

“Mrs. Del Rossa. Is this your way of pissing on me and marking your territory?”

“You’re not the only one who can be possessive.”

“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re jealous.”

I rake my fingers through his hair and tug back sharply, licking up his neck with one fiery stroke of my tongue. “You have no idea, Mr. Del Rossa. So you better fucking take me to that club so I can show those girls on your payroll that none of them will ever touch you again.” I brush my lips along the shell of his ear. “Not unless I tell them to.”

He curses under his breath, his eyes rolling closed as he shudders beneath me.

“Just like you, I have fantasies, too,” I whisper, sucking on his earlobe. “And I want to explore them with you.”

Without warning, he grabs my hair and pulls my head to the side, his eyes wild as he growls, “If—and that’s a very big fucking if—I take you there, you will follow my rules.”

“Of course.”

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