Page 84 of Nicoli

Desire washes through me as I take in the sight of Rome, blindfolded, black silk sheets framing his hard physique.

I glance up and over my shoulder at Nicoli. His dark eyes glitter in the light from the fire, and a faint smile lifts his lips as he awaits an answer.

My breathing hitches as all inhibitions slip away. “Yes,” I finally whisper breathlessly with a nod of agreement, and Nicoli locks his lips with mine as if his kiss seals our fate for just. One. Night.

His arms snake around my body, and he cups my breasts softly. “I had to put a few things in place to make sure I’m able to get through this.”

“We don’t have—”

“Yes,” he says with conviction. “We have to. I have to.” With expert fingers, he tugs gently on my nipples. “Rome is blindfolded because I don’t want him seeing you. No one will have the honor of seeing your face when you come. Just me.”

I let out a breath, trying to calm my wildly beating heart as Nicoli steps away, naked now and stalking toward the headboard. Only then do I notice the handcuffs dangling from the two bedposts.

For a second, I feel insecure, standing naked in front of Rome, but the fact that he can’t see me sets me at ease, and I’m secretly thankful for my husband’s rule.

Rome extends his arm, and Nicoli locks the cuff around his left wrist. “And he won’t be touching you. At all.” He moves in behind the headboard and to the other side, slipping the cuffs tight around Rome’s right hand. “Only I touch you. Only I kiss you. Understood?”

My pulse quickens at the mention of the rules, and I nod.

“Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

“Only you touch me,” I breathe out. “Only you kiss me.”

“Good girl.”

A violent shudder wracks through me, my core tightening, and I close my eyes when he moves in behind me, gliding his fingers down my spine.

“My cousin is not allowed to speak to you directly. He understands the rules and the importance of discretion. He knows you’re mine and only mine. After tonight we won’t speak of it again. The moment we walk out that door, it’ll be as if it never happened.”

I nod in agreement, flicking my nails nervously when he takes my hand, stilling me. “I’m in control here, Mirabella. Not you. Not him. I say what happens, and I determine your every move.”

I’m already panting. Nicoli’s words are a spell woven around us—moving through all of our senses. We’re tethered together, our connection amplified in the authority that clings to him, and I love that he’s in control. The idea of him dictating everything thrills me, covering me with confidence.

“Get on the bed,” he demands with a low voice, and I obey, the silk sheets soft against my knees, my eyes fixed on Rome. There’s an eagle tattoo that spreads across the top of his chest, its wings spread wide with feathers of red and black. The tiger’s face inked on his stomach is beautifully vicious—a predator with a taste for the blood of its prey. Ripples of muscle stretch down his body, his thighs thick and legs sculpted. I don’t remember much of him as a kid and only saw him around the estate once or twice right before shit hit the fan with Rome’s dad, Nicoli’s uncle.

God, the thought of that day is strong enough to steal my breath, so I shake it off and out of my head.

I glance over my shoulder at Nicoli. He’s standing by the foot of the bed, his arms stretched out above him as he grips the pole stretched between the bedposts.

“What do I do now?” I ask, the anticipation making my stomach tighten in delight, my skin prickling everywhere as I wait for his next demand.

“Crawl over to him, and take his cock in your mouth.”

I lick my lips. Nicoli’s features are painted in dark, heavy lines of desire.

I move forward, my nipples brushing along Rome’s legs, my body hyperaware of the slight touch. Rome’s cock is impossibly hard, stretching long up his abdomen. I stare at his face as he bites into his lower lip. He’s anticipating my next move, waiting for me to do as Nicoli demanded. The thrill is erotic and intoxicating, knowing that Rome can’t do a thing. He can’t see anything, either. He’s entirely at the mercy of Nicoli and myself.

Without taking my eyes off his face, I reach out, take his length in my hand, and give it a single stroke. Rome exhales sharply, his abs tightening as I ease the head of his cock past my lips. His taste is sweet, his girth thick as I roll my tongue around it.

“All the way to the back of your throat, Hummingbird, just like I know you can.” I quiver when I feel his hand on my back, his fingertips drawing lazy circles across my skin.

A moan escapes me as I open my throat, taking Rome’s cock, relishing the sound of him sucking air through his teeth.

“That’s my girl,” Nicoli coos, his finger slipping down my ass, dragging through my pussy, stroking and teasing me while Rome’s length fills my mouth. Every twitch of his cock on my tongue makes me aware of Nicoli’s fingers inside me. The sensation overwhelms me, and I place a palm on Rome’s thigh, digging my nails into his flesh.

“Swallow every inch of him, Hummingbird.” Nicoli’s gravelly voice coats his command with a seduction I easily surrender to, heat pearling on the back of my neck.

Rome gasps, his hips rising as my tongue circles the base of him. I suck hard and fast, my mouth taking the rhythm of Nicoli’s fingers. I’m so close to coming, I can already feel the trickles of pleasure starting at my toes.

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