THE DATE

I jerked to my feet when I felt something wet on my toe, only to find a strong pair of hands wrapped around my right ankle, preventing me from kicking. Frozen with fear, I noticed a figure at the end of the bed. As I prepared to scream, a deep, rich, velvety voice from the figure made me melt.

“Careful, dolcezza,” Nico warned, his voice dripping with seduction.

“What are you doing?” I gasped in a hushed tone.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

Before I could respond, he captured my toe with his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he continued his intimate assault on my toes like they were his favorite meal. He released my toe, and a gasp escaped my lips, a smirk playing on his. I hurriedly closed my mouth, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across my face. Nico’s movements were calculated as he crawled onto the bed, his strong hands bracing his arms on each side of my legs, his eyes never wavering from mine.

The moonlight filtering through the curtains revealed his features, and I noticed a raindrop clinging to the tip of his nose, his hair glistening with moisture. Why was he wet? I glanced at the window and suddenly noticed the glass was completely covered with raindrops. When did it start to rain?

“Winter?” Nico whispered, his breath fanning my skin.

“Huh?” My mind struggled to form coherent thoughts, his actions rendering me speechless.

With a teasing flick of his pink tongue, he brushed the tip against my ankle, sending a wave of electricity racing up my leg.

“How did you get in?” I stammered, my words faltering while I was trapped in a state of euphoria by Nico’s lips. He pressed a tender kiss just above my ankle.

“I will always find a way to you, Angel. Now, let me enjoy you.”

I gave him a nod and surrendered my body to him. His words had a way of making me feel safe, although I couldn’t explain why.

He planted delicate kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, gradually moving toward my crotch. I held my breath, anticipating his every move. Nico’s lips gently caressed each knee, sending tingles through my body.

With deliberate slowness, he positioned himself over me, his hands gracefully coming together in a prayer-like gesture. Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he teased me by slowly parting my legs, his fingers acting as a guide, ensuring I was comfortable with every inch of exposure. I felt a surge of desire as my legs parted, revealing my most vulnerable part.

My gaze locked with the distinct outline of his arousal straining against his slacks. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I lifted my head to meet Nico’s eyes, which burned with unspoken longing. His restraint was evident as he fought to maintain control. Lowering himself further, he draped my legs over his shoulders, his closeness causing my heart to race.

“Nico, what...?” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

“I’m getting you ready,” he murmured.

“For what?” I asked, afraid to know the answer.

He inhaled deeply, as if savoring my scent, before meeting my gaze. “To fuck the innocence out of you.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The pounding on the door startled me, yanking me from the sensual haze. Disoriented, I found myself bathed in sunlight; Nico’s late-night visit was a freaking dream! I let out a frustrated sigh, collapsing onto the bed, disappointment pressing down on me.

It wasn’t real! Just a freaking dream!

My thoughts were still tangled up in Nico when the knocking came again, sharp and insistent. “What the—” I mumbled, glancing at the clock. It read nine a.m. Dragging myself from the warmth of the covers, I realized my panties were damp. “Oh, my God. Did I really just?—?”

The truth dawned on me that it was a wet dream. Of course, they were wet. “Jesus,” I groaned. I grabbed my fluffy robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around my body, then slipped my feet into my fuzzy slippers. The knocking continued relentlessly as I shuffled down the hall. Peering through the peephole, my breath caught at what I saw. Three women stood there, elegantly dressed in designer clothes. I opened the door. “Yes?”

With a bright smile, the brunette stepped forward, her energy almost overwhelming. “Hi! Are you Winter?”

“Yes. Who’s asking?” I replied.

“Mr. Moretti sent us,” she said.

“Mr. Moretti?” I echoed, confusion washing over me.

“Yes, Nico,” the redhead chimed in, her surprise evident, as if she thought I didn’t know who he was. “He owns Luxe Club.”

“Oh, yes, Nico. sorry,” I said, and her smile warmed slightly.

“Nico sent us to get you ready for tonight,” the blonde interjected, wheeling in a large case.

“Wait.” I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from my brain. “He said he’d be here at seven at night. It’s only nine in the morning.”

“We have lots to do!” the brunette insisted cheerfully, striding into my apartment confidently, dragging the wardrobe behind her. I stepped aside, half-amused, half-annoyed.

“Okay, then.”

The other two girls followed suit, and I shut the door behind them. Turning, I was met with their eager, freaky grins—a mix of the Joker and Pennywise.

“My name is Anastasia,” the brunette introduced herself, her voice bright. “And this is Ruby”—she gestured to the redhead—“and Bianca,” she finished, indicating the blonde. I nodded politely, my smile feeling a little too tight.

“Lead us to your room and we’ll get started,” Ruby said.

With a resigned sigh, I guided them to my bedroom. The following hours were a blur of plucking, waxing, and a whirlwind of beauty treatments. You’d think they were getting me ready for the Miss America pageant.

“Now, for the final touch,” Ruby announced, presenting a stunning satin white dress that cascaded to the floor like liquid silk.

“Oh, my God. It’s beautiful,” I murmured, taking the dress from her.

“Yes, Nico definitely has impeccable taste,” Anastasia added, her eyes sparkling with what looked like admiration.

They left me alone to change, and I could hardly recognize the woman staring back at me as I stood before the mirror. My hair was styled in soft, cascading curls, and the makeup was subtle. The lightweight foundation enhanced my features, a delicate blush added a radiant glow, and teardrop diamond earrings swayed gently, catching the light.

The dress hugged my form, a daring slit revealing just enough leg, while the matching necklace completed the look. The high heels, decorated with diamonds, provided me with extra height.

It felt like I was transported back to when I was fourteen. It was my first date with Drew, one of the popular boys and who had asked me to our eighth-grade spring dance. I remembered how anxious I was that day and how Mom used her special ability to calm my nerves.

“So, Mom, do you have any wisdom for me?” I said it out loud, sensing her presence in the space around me.

“Gigi,” she said gently, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. “You are a beautiful person. Inside and out.

“Be yourself,” she advised. “Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. Any boy who doesn’t recognize your incredible spirit is missing out on getting to know an incredible human being.”

Mom rubbed her hands up and down my bare arms. “Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself from the memory. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”

Just as I was about to step out the door, my phone chimed. I grabbed it and grinned at the message from Tabi.

Tabi

Good luck on your date!!!

I switched to camera mode and snapped a selfie in the mirror, making sure to capture the full dress, and hit send.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed again.

Tabi

OMFG! You look hot as fuck! Did he do all that?

Me

Yeah. He hired stylists to do my hair and makeup.

Tabi

Wow. I’m speechless. He’s got it bad for you. You must have a magical pussy.

Me

Ew. Gross. I haven’t even slept with him!

Tabi

Not yet But he did get a taste, so…

Oh, my God. Why did I say anything to her about that? I could feel my cheeks heat up.

Me

I gotta go.

Tabi

Call me in the morning. I want all the juicy details! Full disclosure and nothing less.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile as I tucked my phone into my purse.

Stepping out of my room, I heard the girls’ hushed chatter. The moment my heels clicked against the floor, they looked my way.

“Oh, beautiful!” Anastasia exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“You all did a wonderful job, so thank you,” I said, a genuine smile breaking through.

They beamed back at me. Ruby stepped forward, draping a shawl around my shoulders, followed by a coat.

“Is this also mine?” I asked, surprised, touching the soft suede fabric.

“Yes. Nico made sure you were taken care of,” Ruby replied.

Of course he did. A smile crept onto my face, and I felt a flutter of excitement.

A knock at the door resonated through the quiet room. When the door swung open wide, Nico stood there, looking like a sexy Italian stallion.

His black hair was slicked back meticulously, and he wore a tailored black suit that perfectly clung to his form. The red vest beneath was adorned with dark, intricate designs, and his tattoos peeked out from beneath his shirt.

Why did that turn me on so much?

His plump lips curved into that sexy signature smirk. He held a beautiful display of vibrant red and delicate white roses, artfully arranged in a vase. I reached for the flowers, but he shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss against my cheek, the warmth of his lips igniting a tremor that traveled through me. “You look fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, before stepping past me into the kitchen, where he placed the flowers on the table.

“Thank you,” I managed to reply, my heart racing in the wake of his touch. When he returned, standing mere inches from me, the air thickened with unspoken tension. He took the coat from my hands, holding it out for me to slip into. With my back against his chest, the brush of his hands gliding up and down my arms sent a current of electricity coursing through me.

There was a heaviness in the air, a magnetic pull that drew my gaze downward, yet I felt the heat of his breath against my neck. I could feel the tension radiating from him, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface. Finally, as if surrendering to the inevitable, he exhaled deeply. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

* * *

NICO

Winter looked like she was plucked from the pages of a fairytale. The white dress I chose for her exposed her purity, each delicate stitch whispering of innocence and grace. The satin clung to her body, accentuating her waist and full breasts. It showed how innocent and perfect she was for this world—my world. But I was a selfish bastard who couldn’t bear to be apart from her, even though my presence could put her in my enemies’ hands.

The truth was, I would rather face that darkness with her than live in a world without her light. The moment she opened the door, I wanted to rip her dress off, fuck her, and keep my dick buried inside her the rest of the night. But I wanted to make the effort to get to know her. Sure, Luca could fill me in on everything he knew, but it wasn’t the same as finding out for myself.

We arrived at the restaurant and waited for the valet. After we exited the vehicle, I reached for her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers. As I looked down at our hands, I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly her delicate fingers fit within mine. It felt right—natural. I gently squeezed her hand, and she responded kindly, deepening our connection with that simple gesture.

I stole a glance at her, and the faintest smile graced her lips. It made my heart swell, pulling a grin from me that I couldn’t bury.

When we approached the front doors, the hostess was there to greet us. “Antonio,” I called out. Antonio was a short, sturdy man in his late fifties. The founder and owner poured his heart and soul into every detail. That made his restaurant the perfect place to bring Winter.

“Ah, Mr. Moretti. So good to see you.” He turned to Winter, his smile warm and welcoming. “Ciao, signorina.”

“Hi,” Winter replied, returning his smile, but I could see a hint of shyness in her demeanor.

“Is our table ready?” I asked him.

“Sì, sì. Per favore, seguimi,” he responded, gesturing for us to follow.

We walked through the restaurant with my hand resting on the small of Winter’s back, guiding her forward. The moment we stepped into the glass elevator, I stood close beside her, feeling the warmth radiating from her. She stared wide-eyed at the interior. So fucking innocent and untouched by the darker shades of life. What was I doing, drawing her into my world? Yet, there was something about her purity that sparked a fire within me, a desire to teach her the pleasures and pains that I could offer.

When the elevator doors opened to the rooftop, we stepped out into the soft glow of the evening. Antonio led us toward a secluded corner.

“Ecco il tavolo richiesto, signore,” he said, gesturing to our table.

“Thank you,” I replied, pulling out a chair for Winter.

A flickering candle cast a warm glow over the elegantly arranged table, where a bottle of red wine waited for us.

“The chef has prepared your meal per your request,” Antonio continued. “Along with your other requests,” he added with a knowing glint in his eye.

I nodded, taking my seat across from Winter, before he stepped away.

“Other requests?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I planned a very special evening for you,” I explained, pouring her a glass of wine. “I hope you like wine,” I said, my voice steady, but the nerves bubbled beneath the surface like hot lava.

“Yes, I do.” She took a sip, her eyes widening.

“Oh, my God. This is so good. What is it?”

“It’s Chateau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac,” I replied, carefully pouring a second glass and watching her reaction. She almost choked on her drink, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “You okay?” I asked with a chuckle.

After she regained her composure, she swallowed, her expression turning serious. “Nico, that is a very expensive bottle.” There was a flicker of apprehension in her gaze, which struck a chord.

Yes, it was roughly over ten thousand dollars per bottle. But tonight was meant to be special. “Winter,” I began, my tone firm but gentle. “I’m aware since I purchased it. Don’t worry about the cost. I want you to enjoy this evening. Understood?” I met her gaze, ensuring she saw I was serious about this. About her.

She nodded, acceptance flickering in her eyes. This was just the beginning, and I needed her to trust me. Winter paused for a moment and looked away from me, soaking in the scenery. I had to admit, the place was impressive.

The glass wall shielded the rooftop in the colder months, but in the summer days, it retracted to reveal an open view of the city. From this vantage point, you could overlook Chicago’s lively downtown and get a perfect view of Lincoln Park.

But none of the views compared to Winter’s natural beauty. I leaned back slightly, keeping my eyes on Winter, admiring how her face lit up when she took in the scene below. You’d think this was her first time out in a big city. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”I mused, taking a sip of my wine. Winter smiled faintly, her gaze still locked on the view.

“It really is. It’s breathtaking.”

I nodded, the corners of my mouth lifting. “Yes, the view is amazing,” I said, but my focus remained on her.

She turned to me, her smile softening. “Have you lived here your whole life?” she asked, bringing the rim of the wine glass to her lips.

“Yes. And what about you?” I leaned in a little closer.

“What about me?” she replied, arching an eyebrow.

“Tell me more about your childhood, Winter,” I pressed gently.

A sigh escaped her lips, and the light in her eyes dimmed for a moment. “Not much to say, really,” she said, twirling her glass of wine nervously, her cheeks taking on a soft blush. “I grew up in a foster home, so I didn’t have, you know, the typical childhood.”

“Are you cold?” I asked, noticing she was slightly shivering. She shook her head after swallowing a gulp of wine. “No, I’m fine. Just nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“Because you make me nervous,” she admitted quietly.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Me? I make you nervous?”

Winter chuckled, meeting my gaze again, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, maybe it’s because you’re so… intense.”

I smiled.

“I guess it comes with the territory. But I promise, I can be good company.”

Her laughter danced in the air. “I’m not so sure about the company,” Winter teased.

“Oh, really? You don’t think I’m good company?”

Winter’s grin widened. “You’re charming, but I think you’re like that with all the ladies.”

I lowered my voice to a more intimate tone, locking my gaze with hers. “You’re wrong. I don’t do this with other women. I’ve never taken them out on dates. I’m serious when I say I’m just as nervous as you are right now. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to get to know you.”

Her amber eyes widened slightly. “Okay,” she finally said. “How about we play two truths and a lie?”

I raised an eyebrow at her while taking a sip of my wine.

“It’s simple,” she explained. “We take turns saying three things about ourselves—two truths and one little itty-bitty lie. Then the other person has to guess which one is the fib.”

“All right, I’m game. But under one condition.”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s not that type of game.”

“I want a kiss,” I declared with a smirk, enjoying how her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. She licked her lips, and I fought the urge to lean across the table and drag her out of here and worship every inch of her body with my mouth and dick.

A look of surprise and anticipation danced across her features.

“A kiss?”

“Yes, just one kiss,” I confirmed, unable to look away from her perfectly shaped cupid’s bow lips, imagining sinking my teeth into them until her skin broke and I licked the blood with my tongue. “But be warned that I always know when someone is lying.”

“Or you might just be the best sweet-talker,” she shot back.

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

We stared at each other, and after a minute, she gave in. “Okay. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re my boss’s boss.”

“Good,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” A proud smile spread across my face. “Ladies first.”

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that sent a rush of warmth through my dick, and I suppressed a groan.

“Okay, um...I have a twin brother, I play the violin, and I love candy.”

Since Luca had already spilled all the juicy details I needed to know about my little angel, I realized I already knew the answers. Ask me if I gave a shit. I never said I played fair.

“You don’t have a twin brother.”

Her jaw dropped, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. I couldn’t hold back a genuine laugh, a sound that felt foreign. Fuck, I hadn’t laughed like this in a long ass time.

“You cheated!” she hissed in a whisper.

“Me? Cheat?” I placed a hand dramatically over my heart, shaking my head. “I’m no cheat. I just know you.”

“You don’t know me like you think you do,” she countered with a hint of challenge in her tone. I shrugged, unfazed.

“My turn,” I said, leaning in slightly. “I lost my virginity when I was thirteen, I play the piano, and I’ve killed at least one man.” She stared at me as if attempting to delve into my thoughts and sift out which statement was false. Even though none of them were a lie, I was curious to see where her mind wandered.

“Um,” she started, her brow furrowing in thought, “losing your virginity at thirteen is disturbing, and I hope it’s not true. Playing the piano? Yes, I can see it. But killing a man? Now that’s just a little too... dramatic.”

I chuckled softly, savoring how her eyes lit up when she looked at me as if my presence comforted her.

“So, would you take someone’s life?” she asked suddenly, as if she’d been wrestling with the question for some time.

“If the punishment fits the crime,” I replied without hesitation. She tilted her head, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of the breadbasket before she selected a piece, dipping it into the olive oil.

“You ever think about why someone would take another’s life?” she asked, taking a deliberate bite, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Why do you ask?” I countered, caught off guard by her question.

“I’ve always wondered what could push someone to that point, to take another’s life without a second thought,” she said, her gaze drifting as if she’s lost in a memory. I take a measured sip of my wine, letting the rich flavors linger on my tongue as I process her words.

“There are countless reasons,” I murmured. “Desperation, betrayal, a thirst for power, or no reason at all.”

She winced at my bluntness, a flicker of pain crossing her features. “So, you’re saying if they acted under orders, that justifies it somehow?”

“I suppose,” I replied, suspicious of where this conversation was heading. Had she figured out who I was? Or what I’d done?

“Do they ever look back? Do they have regrets?” she pressed, her voice tinged with a sorrow that pulled at my heart. “Do they ever realize the weight of what they’ve done? The damage they left behind?”

I paused, contemplating her question. “I can’t answer that,” I answered. “But people are so consumed by their pain and anger that they can’t see beyond it.” Winter nodded, her jaw tightening.

“And what about revenge?” she asked, her eyes searching mine, hers filled with an unsettling sadness. “That’s another reason people kill, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I acknowledged. Before I could delve into her thoughts and why she was asking these questions, our waiter arrived with our meals, the clatter of plates momentarily breaking the tension.

We ate silently, her earlier words echoing like a haunting melody in my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that darkness lurked within her, a shadow of something she’d experienced or witnessed.

Had she lost someone? Had she witnessed a murder?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I imagined an innocent Winter watching someone she loved take their last breath.

Taking a life left an unforgettable mark, a change that forever altered one’s perception of right and wrong. It changed you, making you question everything you thought you knew—what you believed was right was wrong, and what was wrong was right.

As the waiter cleared our plates, a woman drifted past, her arms cradling a basket of red roses. She paused at our table, and with a quick, fluid motion, I reached for a rose and slipped a few bills into the woman’s hand. She smiled at me, her voice sweet as she thanked me in Italian.

I extended the single rose toward Winter. “You know,” I began, “they say red roses symbolize love and passion, even with their thorns.” I watched her eyes, the subtle flicker of curiosity; she probably wondered what bullshit was going to spill out of my mouth. “But black roses,” I continued, my gaze unwavering, “symbolize death and the inability to find love. Do you think even the most twisted souls are capable of love?”

She contemplated that for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “I believe anyone can love,” she replied slowly. “But it takes courage to open your heart and believe you deserve it.”

I smiled. “And that’s why your light and strength remind me that there is still beauty in this fucked up world.”

She tilted her head back and let out a sound that resonated deep within my soul. “Too cheesy?” I asked, a smirk creeping onto my lips.

She shook her head, a genuine smile breaking across her face. “No, it’s perfect.”

We shared a moment, our smiles lingering like a promise that would most likely destroy me in the end but be so fucking worth it.

A quartet paused at our table, interrupting our moment of bliss, and played a cover of “Unchained Melody.” Winter brought the rose to her nose, inhaling its scent, and closed her eyes, swaying gently to the music as if she was lost in a dream, untouched by the outside world.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. She was like my own brand of drug, a potent elixir coursing through my veins, igniting a hunger that I couldn’t escape. All common sense faded with the pull of her presence. I felt the weight of my addiction, knowing that she was both my salvation and my undoing.

* * *

WINTER

“Thank you for tonight,” I told Nico. “I had an amazing time.”

He looked at me with softness—something I was not used to seeing from him. He had been looking at me that way all night, setting off a wave of desire that made me want him even more. But it also scared me. I could feel myself falling hard for him—a man who was older than me and more experienced—and the nagging worry crept in that he might wake up and decide I was not worth his time.

I gave him a smile, my heart fluttering as I reached for the door handle, but he caught my wrist with a gentle yet firm grip. His hand slid to my neck, pulling me closer. “I’m not ready to say good night,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky. He squeezed my neck just enough to send a tingling sensation through me, then kissed my forehead softly.

With a swift movement, he shut off the car and climbed out, leaving me breathless. A moment later, my door opened, and he offered his hand. I took it, and he closed the door behind me, never letting go as he led me toward my apartment.

My pulse raced with each step to my door. I fumbled with the key, my hands trembling slightly, as I unlocked it and stepped inside. Nico followed closely, and he locked the door behind us.

I tossed my belongings on the table, but my gaze lingered on him; I was unable to shake the feeling that tonight could change everything. “So… can I get you something to drink?” I asked.

“Yes.” Nico’s response was immediate. “I want you.” His gaze held mine, intense and unwavering.

A wave of heat rushed through my body, and a nervous giggle escaped my lips. I didn’t even know how to respond to that.

I looked away from him and heard his laughter as I made my way to the couch. How could someone’s laugh sound so sexy? I paused on my way to the couch, considering whether I should guide him into my bedroom, but ultimately decided against it.

Lowering myself onto the couch, I began to remove my shoes, but Nico crouched before me, stopping me. “Let me help you with those,” he said softly.

His hand cradled the curve of my heel, fingers gliding over the smooth skin as he supported my foot. With his other hand, he wrapped his fingers around my ankle and slowly eased off my shoe. He repeated the same soothing motion with the other foot.

“Thank you,” I breathed.

Nico stood, his height dominating the space. “Come,” he suggested, his voice seductive as he pulled me up.

My hesitation was brief as my curiosity and desire took over. With our fingers intertwined, we walked down the hall to my bedroom.

My pulse raced as we entered, and I wondered if he could feel the rapid rhythm of my heart. I received my answer when his thumb gently rubbed over the pulse on my wrist.

Nico led us to my bed and sat on the edge, his body relaxed.

“Come here,” he beckoned me. Nico’s legs parted just enough for me to stand between them. He tilted his head slightly, blue eyes locking onto mine. “You want something from me, Winter,” he stated in a low voice.

I sank my teeth into my lower lip.

He paused, letting the moment stretch, a teasing smile on his lips. “And I intend to give you what you want.” His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place.

My throat went dry. “I... I don’t know what...”

“I think you know, Winter.” Nico’s voice was insistent, his grip tightening. “The night I fucked you with my fingers and made you come… You want to take control, Winter. Isn’t that right?”

His smile was a dare, a challenge I couldn’t resist.

His hands roamed down and cupped my buttocks. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but I want you to...” he whispered, gazing into my eyes with a dangerous desire “... make me fucking come.”

My body tingled with anticipation, and every nerve in my body came alive. I met his gaze, my eyes surely reflecting the same passion I saw in his. “I want...” I said, swallowing hard, “to taste you.”

Nico’s eyebrow arched playfully. “Are you ready to have my dick in your mouth?”

I nodded, my confidence growing. “I’m ready.”

His mischievous smirk widened. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest.

Seeing his tattooed skin took my breath away. My hands skated across his shoulders, following the intricate patterns, and circled around each nipple, causing them to harden. Nico’s quick inhale in response to my touch encouraged me to continue exploring his perfect body.

My hands mapped his muscles and the designs of his tattoos that sprawled across his chest. Each image told a story about his life—devils, angels, crosses, and roses with droplets of blood falling from the petals—and each painted a haunting picture of a past covered in secrets and darkness.

“You like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I smiled. “Yes, and I like what I feel.”

Nico’s eyes darkened, and he leaned back, inviting me to continue. My fingers fumbled with his belt, my movements hesitant. I bit my lip, feeling a rush of frustration.

Nico smiled warmly and took over, unzipping his pants and lifting his butt off the bed to remove them. And now I was staring at his very large and hard dick with its thick veins screaming at me.

Holy shit. That was not going to fit in my mouth.

Nico must have sensed my almost near freak out since he raised my chin, drawing my eyes to his.

“Take your time, baby. I’ll guide you.”

I nodded, my shoulders relaxing.

“Now, get on your knees,” he said in a firmer tone.

Dropping to my knees, I licked my lips when I was eye level with his penis and noticed a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

“Winter,” he groaned, his voice a warning. “If you keep staring at it, I’m going to fuck you instead.”

Oh, well, okay then.

I reached up and smeared the liquid around the head of his cock. His back arched at my touch, and he groaned in pleasure.

I wondered what it tasted like. Without thinking twice, I leaned closer and darted my tongue out to take a lick.

Hmm...very salty and intense like Nico. I licked the length of his shaft, my movements slow and deliberate until I took him into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Nico grit from between his teeth. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I sucked his dick. My hands flew to his hips to hold onto him while I sucked him off.

Holy crap. I’m sucking a dick . And not just any dick, but Nico’s dick. But then reality intruded on my pleasure when I realized I was not the only woman who had done this to him. And so here I was, an inexperienced virgin not knowing what the hell I was doing, and probably making a fool out of myself.

My confidence wavered, and I began to pull away, but Nico gripped my chin between his fingers and stared at me. “I know what you’re thinking, so stop right fucking now.”

I turned my head away, but his hold on me intensified, his fingers digging into my skin as he secured his grip around my neck. “Don’t ever turn away from me. Your lips are the only ones I want around my dick. Your touch is all I want to feel on my skin. Your name is the only sound I want coming out of my mouth.” He leaned closer until he was in my face. “Now make me fucking come.”

My lips curved into a mischievous smile, and he grinned in return. I put his shaft back in my mouth, and a strangled groan burst from him. I stroked his dick up and down.

He thrust his hips against my face, seeking more, and grabbed my hair in a tight hold. I let him move my head up and down faster. I sensed his impending release, and I worked harder, wanting to push him over the edge.

I sucked and sucked, whimpering as my own need heightened. His moans filled the room, and it just made me wetter. My fingers found their way between my legs, seeking release. I slipped my fingers inside my wet pussy and rubbed my clit.

His hips rocked harder and faster into my mouth, and he yelled out my name. “Fuck, Winter. You like sucking my dick?” My eyes watered when he hit the back of my throat and made me gag.

I gently scraped my teeth along his length and the tip in response. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” I increased my pace as he tried to pull me away.

“Baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he rasped, his voice strained.

I ignored his pleas and continued to suck his dick like a lollipop.

“Fuck, baby. Stop.” He groaned, but I kept going.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me breathless. His eyes were wild, and in a swift move, he ripped my dress, making me shriek.

“Damn it, Winter!” He grabbed his dick and gave it a few tugs before come squirted out and landed on my chest.

Yep, that was...kind of...hot.

I stared, mesmerized by the raw intensity of his grunts and watching him come undone.

He blinked and looked down at me like he was drunk. “That’s the fastest I’ve ever come, Winter.”

I smiled proudly.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees, his hands finding my throat once more. “The next time I tell you stop, you fucking stop.”

“So, there will be a next time?” I asked with a smirk.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

“And if I choose not to obey?” I teased, relishing my power to challenge him and have him at my mercy.

He tightened his hand around my throat but not hard enough to constrict my breathing. “Then I’ll fuck your cunt hard and fast.”

I leaned in, my breath mingling with his. “Looking forward to it.”