CHAPTER THIRTY

BELLA

“Do you ever think you’ll stop?”

He gets up and grabs two wine glasses, and pours us both a glass of white wine, which might be a strange pairing with grilled cheese, although I’m no expert.

Setting the bottle down, he returns to his seat.

With a goofy grin, he says, “That depends on what you’re referring to, baby. Fucking you? That’s definitely a no. Looking hot as hell? Also a no.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Always so cocky. I was referring to you killing people. Do you think you’ll ever stop?”

He chuckles. “No. It’s who I am, although if my brother has his way, I’ll reign it in and only kill under specific circumstances.”

I raise an eyebrow, and he says, “Enemies. Bad guys. That sort of thing.”

I take a sip of my wine, and it’s actually not bad with the grilled cheese.

“Are you going to do that?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know if I can. The urges are really hard to control. You’re the only person I’ve been able to control it with.”

“How often do you do it?”

Taking a sip of his wine, he swallows it, and sets his glass down on the glass table.

“Sometimes it’s several times in a week, and then others there might be months between. I don’t do it daily, just when I have to. Please, Bella, don’t ask me to stop.”

I shake my head. “I won’t. This is who you are and I accept you as you are, Nico. I don’t know if I’ll do it again. They weren’t innocent men and, honestly, I did it so I could have you with me again.”

“You will do it again,” he says, and adds to his statement, when I glare at him.

“Not because I’ll force you to, because I won’t. You will, because I believe you have the same darkness inside you, and I think you’ll have the urge to do it. Can you deny it’s a rush?”

The way he stares at me, it’s like he knows everything. Like I don’t have to say a word, and he can read me that well.

“How much did you see in the graveyard, when you were watching me?”

In those moments, I wanted to hear him, but thought I was alone with the Nico my imagination dreamed up.

His knowing smile is telling. He saw far more than I knew.

“Yes, baby, I saw you. I watched while you laid there on top of the grave, your hand inside your panties, making yourself come while you screamed my name.”

I place my face in my hands, as my cheeks burn with mortification.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. It was so difficult not to show myself and touch you. I took my cock out right there, as I stared at you through the bars on the gate, and came with you, baby. And one day soon you’ll do it for me again, because I like watching you like that. My pretty living dead girl making herself fall apart for me. Fucking stunning.”

He types away on his phone, and then sets it on the table.

Narrowing his gaze at me, he says, “Go take a shower. My brother will be here shortly to bring you clothing, and I don’t want him seeing you like this.”

“Stay upstairs then?”

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he stares at me hungrily.

“The t-shirt is fine, baby. I don’t want him seeing you freshly fucked, with cum running down your legs. ”

“Oh my God, Nico.”

I look at him through spread fingers covering my face, and he motions for me to come to him. Shaking my head, I get up and go over to him, as he scoots his chair out and lifts me onto his lap. He grabs onto the back of my hair and pulls my head back, and runs his tongue up the center of my throat, making me whimper softly.

Moving his hands to my ass, he holds onto me as he rises from the chair, and starts walking. I wrap my arms around his neck so I don’t fall, and ask him, “Where are we going? I thought I was taking a shower, and you were waiting for your brother?”

He says matter-of-factly, “That was the plan, but I need you, so I’ll take a shower with you.”

“You’re going to break my pussy, Nico.”

Chuckling, he says, “You’re a good girl, you can take it.”

I scowl at him, feigning irritation.

“Reaper, the pussy killer, Bonetti, you better take it easy this time.”

He laughs hard as he sets me down in the bathroom, and takes my face in his hands.

“Hot and funny, that’s a good combination, living dead girl.”

Kissing me softly, he steps away from me and turns the shower on, while I remove the shirt I’m wearing. Turning to me, he stares at me while he gets out of his jeans and boxers. My eyes drop to his already hard cock, and sore or not, I want him inside me again. I get into the shower, and he gets in beside me, before closing the glass door. It’s spacious, big enough for at least four people, with stainless steel taps. The walls are painted a masculine dark green. Moving closer to me, he brushes his thumbs over my nipples.

“If you don’t like anything, we’ll redecorate. My home is now yours, and I want you to be happy here.”

Leaning down, he swirls his tongue around my nipple before biting it, making me gasp .

“Nico,” I moan as he gives the other one the same treatment, before dropping to his knees. His gaze travels up and down my body, and I shiver from his perusal.

“Fucking gorgeous, baby. A feast for the tongue and the eyes.”

He taps the inside of my thigh and I spread my feet further apart, and like he’s been dying for it, Nico presses his face against my pussy with a groan, and sucks my clit into his mouth. I reach down and place my hands on his head for stability, as his tongue lashes at me wildly.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he fucks me while I come undone, screaming for him, begging for more.

Taking his fingers out of me, he rises to his full height with a smirk on his face.

“This pretty pussy doesn’t appear to be broken to me.”

“Not yet, it’s not,” I say, giggling.

He takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders and warns me.

“Hold on. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, because my brother is likely downstairs waiting for us. We probably have about ten minutes before he storms in here.”

I narrow my gaze at him.

“We can wait then. It’s not like we haven’t had sex today, Nico.”

Ignoring my comment, he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts them over his forearms, and pushes his cock inside me. Lifting me up, he slams me back down repeatedly.

Holding onto him with my arm around his neck, I touch his face with the other, and place my lips to his. The sensation is intense between our kiss and him fucking me, and I’m moments from unraveling, whimpering loudly, when I hear a voice.

“Hey, asshole, you asked me to bring this shit.”

I pull back from our kiss as my heart slams into my chest.

“Get the fuck out, dick!” Nico screams at the man I assume is his brother .

He chuckles obnoxiously. “Hurry the fuck up, before I show you how it’s done.”

Setting me down, he says, “We’ll finish this later. After I fucking kill Kage.”

Stepping out of the shower, he turns to me and orders me, “Get washed up, but don’t leave the bathroom, until I bring clothes to you. I mean it, Bella.”

I hold my hands up.

“Got it, Nico. It’s not like I want your brother to see me naked.”

Under his breath, he says, “No, but you probably will once you see him.”

Grabbing the soap, I clean my body instead of responding, because I don’t think I was supposed to hear him.