Unveiled: Chapter 17

“Mira, baby.” He takes my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s something we need to talk about.”

“I’m listening,” he says softly, cupping my face in his hands and searching my eyes for a hint.

I swallow hard, my heart pounding inside my throat. I know my husband. I’m painfully aware of what my husband’s reaction will be. But I have to say it. I have to tell him and make him understand.

“Mira, what’s going on?”

I shift beneath him, and he rolls to the side as I step out of bed, pulling my red silk robe around my shoulders. “I need you to promise me you won’t freak out.”

His brows slant inward. “When have I ever freaked out?”

I scowl at him. “Do you need me to make a list?”

“Name one time I freaked out,” he challenges as he props himself up against the tufted headboard.

“Let’s see, there’s the day you found out I’m not a virgin.”

“I’m still going to do that, you know.”

“Do what?”

“Kill Tomniso.”

“You mean Tomasso.”

“Tomhasto.”

“Repeat after me. To-ma-so,” I enunciate, and I swear Nicoli’s eye twitches as he stares at me.

“You’re not helping save that man’s life.”

“Okay, Nicoli,” I say as I close my eyes and exhale. “Can we try to focus here for a moment?”

“Of course, babe.” He pulls a cigar from his bedside drawer.

“You know I hate it when you smoke in the bedroom.”

“Do you want me to freak out or smoke?”

I pause for a moment. “Smoke.”

“Smart choice.”

“Okay, but seriously. I really need to tell you something, and I need you to have an open mind.”

He slams shut his Zippo and takes a long drag on the cigar. His eyes narrow as he tilts his head back and releases a thick stream of smoke that coils through the air with a deep snarl. “Okay,” he growls. “My mind is open.”

I cross my arms. “Can you take nothing seriously?”

“I’m dead serious. You told me to have an open mind, and now I’m telling you that my mind is open.”

“You’re being an ass again.”

“Baby, are you sure you don’t want to talk about whatever it is tomorrow when the sun is up? We both know how you get when you’re tired.”

“And how exactly do I get when I’m tired?”

He frowns, blue eyes studying me for a moment. “I feel like that’s a trick question.”

“Nicoli,” I warn.

“Baby girl, just get into bed. We can cuddle and spoon, get some rest. And in the morning, we can fuck against the bedroom window, and then we can talk about whatever it is you want to talk about.”

“It can’t wait.”

“Surely it’s nothing that bad that it can’t wait until morning.”

“I’m pregnant.”

The cigar slips from his lips, landing on his lap, leaving a trail of embers burning through the silk sheets. “Motherfucker!” He leaps out of bed, snatches it quickly, and grinds it into the ashtray before staring me straight on. “What did you just say?”

“Could you just pull on some pants? I can’t talk to you when you’re naked.”

“Mirabella Del Rossa. Talk.”

“Fine.” I try to steel myself as I speak, but my arms wrap around my body in a self-protective gesture. “I was having these nausea spells and realized I haven’t had my period since…” My voice trails off, and I can’t bring myself to say the words. Nicoli’s eyes study me, and it’s like it all suddenly clicks for him, his face drained of color. I’ve known Nicoli my entire life, and I can confidently say I have never seen this expression on his beautiful face.

Nicoli grabs a pair of sweatpants, slips them on, and sits on the couch, staring into nothingness, his eyes void of emotion.

I clear my throat. “Leandra—”

“Leandra knows?” he interrupts.

“I had to tell her, Nicoli. I had to make sure and needed her help to get the doctor here without the rest of you finding out.”

“Fuck me.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut and jaw clenched tight, grinding his teeth. He pulls his palm down his face, his fingers curling like talons around his chin. The veins in his neck bulge as a tsunami of emotion crashes over him. “You should have told me. I could have…I could have been there with you.”

“I didn’t want to put you through that. I wanted to be absolutely sure first.”

“When was the doctor here?”

“Today.” I start gnawing on my thumbnail, my stomach turning into a thousand tiny knots that are chafing against my spine.

Nicoli gets up and starts to pace, roughing his hand through his hair, shoulders pulled taut with tension. Abruptly, he whips around to face me, his eyes the color of a perfect storm as he stares at me from across the room. “And there’s a chance… “He sucks in a breath. “Jesus. There’s a chance it could be his?”

“That’s what I thought, yes.”

“You…thought?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

He balks. “But you just said—”

“I needed you to take me seriously.”

“Jesus Christ, Mira,” he blurts. “Are you trying to fucking kill me? Motherfucker.” Both hands are in his hair as he stomps up and down, his chest heaving as he breathes heavily.

“Nicoli—”

“You know, sometimes I think we take the whole marriage banter just a little too far. We need to set some boundaries. We need to tone that shit right the fuck down.” He crouches over and straightens again, throwing his head back as relief floods him.

“There’s more,” I murmur, grimacing as I anticipate his reaction.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs. “Lay it on me because nothing, and I mean nothing, can shock me after that.” Abruptly, he stills, staring at me with suspicion weighing on his brows. “I see what you’re doing here.”

“What am I doing?”

“You dropped that giant-sized dick on my forehead so that whatever you’re about to tell me next doesn’t sound half as bad.”

“That’s not what I’m doing, I swear.” I take a few steps over to him. “Listen, I’m all kinds of serious right now. And I need you to promise you won’t barge out of here until this conversation is over.”

“What?”

“Promise me, Nicoli.”

“Jesus, Mirabella. What the fuck is going on?”

“Promise,” I demand.

“Fine, I promise.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and I want to hug him, to kiss away the tense expression tugging on his face, the one that tells me he’s ready to growl at me. “Now talk.”

I press my lips thinly while his eyes search my face for answers. This entire conversation so far has not been going the way I thought it would, and now I’m wondering if I should continue it at all.

“Mira,” he demands. “Baby, talk to me.”

I walk over to my dresser table, slowly open the drawer, and reach all the way back, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper.

“What’s that?” he asks, eyes narrowed.

“It’s, um—” I hold it out to him. “It’s a note.”

When he takes it from me, I stop breathing, watching as he scans over it. It’s like watching a storm form in the distance, his features clouding over until he finally looks up at me with a thunderous expression.

“He called you birdie.”

I lick my lips as I nod, my throat dry.

Nicoli swipes with his finger across his nose, his jaw tense. “Nunzio wrote this letter?”

Again, I just nod, unable to think of anything I can say that would diffuse the bomb currently threatening to explode in Nicoli’s chest.

He crumples the paper in his fist, eyes burning with a ferocity I’ve only ever seen when it comes to Nunzio. “How? When did you get this note?”

“It was in the bag that got delivered with the pregnancy test.”

“How did he know?”

“I, um…I suspect he has my phone tapped somehow. I might be wrong. But I phoned the store when I ordered the pregnancy test, so that’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“Jesus!” Nicoli roars. “I have to get Maximo.”

“Nicoli, no.” I rush toward the door, blocking his path. “You promised me you wouldn’t leave until this conversation is over.”

“Fine,” he snarls. “This conversation is over.”

“Nicoli, please. Calm down.”

“Calm down? This psychopath has fucking eyes on you, Mirabella. Do not tell me to calm down.”

“Please.” I hold up my hands. “I need you to listen to me.”

Nicoli’s chest heaves with exertion as he stares down at me, his eyes flashing dangerously.

“Can you just…please sit.” I point toward the couch. “Please.”

Nicoli hesitates for a moment before he goes to sit down, his body tense and rigid like coiled wire, ready to snap at any moment.

I step in front of him, arms crossed. “I have an idea.”

He raises a brow. “An idea?”

“To lure Nunzio out.”

“I’m listening,” Nicoli says, though the skepticism is etched deep into his features.

“We use me as bait.”

“Okay.” He stands. “Now this conversation is really over.”

“Nicoli,” I warn, keeping my voice steady and firm. “Just hear me out, please.”

He glares at me for a moment before reluctantly sitting back down, leaning his arms on his knees, rubbing his hands together.

“Clearly, he’s watching us, so let’s give him something, something that will draw him out.”

“Like what?”

I lick my lips, my heart thundering in my chest. “We pretend I’m pregnant.”

“No.” His tone rings with finality.

“If Nunzio thinks I’m pregnant and there’s a chance the baby might be his, he’ll come for me.”

“And that right there is exactly why my response to your plan is giant fuck no.”

“He’s playing with us, Nicoli,” I say sternly. “That psychopath is playing with us, and if we do this, if we pretend I’m pregnant, we will take control of this game. Think of it like chess.”

“Chess?”

“What determines black’s move?”

He widens his eyes in question.

“White’s move. White moves first. Thus, white determines the move black will make next. If we make the first move, control the game, we’ll be able to determine his next move before he’s even made it. Right now, we’re all just sitting ducks. We’re waiting for him to make a move, yet we have no idea what it could be, which means we don’t have a chance to anticipate or prepare. This way we’ll be proactively acting instead of waiting to react.”

Nicoli stares at me for a long moment, like he’s analyzing my words, before he finally leans back. “Let’s say, for argument’s sake, I agree—which I’m fucking not—how can you be so sure that you being pregnant will make him come to us?”

“I know him, Nicoli,” I say softly as if I’m ashamed of the fact. “I know Nunzio in ways you don’t.”

Nicoli’s expression grows pained, and I go to take a seat next to him, staring down at the carpet beneath my bare feet, memories slowly trickling in. “I know every line on that man’s face. I can recognize every emotion just by looking at him. Anger. Disgust. Pride.” I swallow. “Lust.”

“Fuck,” Nicoli curses under his breath, and he reaches out, placing his hand on mine.

“I know the way his lips curl at the edges when he smirks, how the one side lifts slightly more than the other. How fine lines appear at the corners of his eyes only when he laughs. God, his laugh, it’s the most vile thing I’ve ever heard. And he does this—” I touch my ear “—this thing with his ear where it, I dunno, moves when he’s deep in thought.” I inhale deeply, pushing the memories back before they get the chance to fester. “Anyway. My point is, he’s an arrogant bastard, and his mind is this twisted, fucked-up place. And he hates you.” I turn to face Nicoli. “He hates the Dark Sovereign more than anything, and he will never stop trying to destroy you.”

“Yeah, that part we’re very much aware of.”

“Then what better way to destroy us than forcing his blood, the man we hate more than anything in the world, to flow and mix with the Dark Sovereign’s legacy?”

Nicoli rubs his chin in thought, looking lost in contemplation.

“It’s the perfect way to destroy us from the inside,” I say. “Create a crack in the middle, then sit back and watch the Dark Sovereign shatter and break—”

“Until there’s nothing left,” he mutters, looking my way. I can see in his eyes that he gets it. He bites his bottom lip, hissing before he asks, “So, what’s the plan? We send him a postcard to share the news? Put a goddamn announcement in the newspaper?”

“I can make phone calls from my phone, doctor’s appointments. I can have supplies delivered to the house. Prenatal vitamins or something. If he found out about the pregnancy test, he’ll find out about that, too.”

Nicoli scoffs. “You really thought this through.”

“I have.”

“And what? The entire household pretends you’re pregnant and—”

“No. Just us.”

He raises a brow in question.

“Only us. We’re the only two people who can know the truth, Nicoli. We can’t tell the others. The more people who know, the more chances of the truth coming out and everything blowing up in our faces.”

“You’re telling me you want to lie to Alexius? Maximo?”

“Everyone. Yes.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I.”

“It’s a twisted plan.”

“I don’t disagree.”

“There are so many things that could go wrong, Mira.”

“I know. But we have to try. I want to move on with my life, Nicoli. I want to live again without Nunzio’s shadow hanging over us.” I push myself up, pulling my robe tighter around me. “I want to be free of him. I know everyone thinks I’m strong, that I’ve managed to survive him without breaking, but I don’t know how much longer I can do that. I’m scared I’m going to wake up one morning and not have the strength to get up, to fight.” A tear slips free, and I swipe at it with my palm. “I’m afraid if this war doesn’t come to an end, you and I are going to wake up one morning and realize we’ve lost each other to our need for revenge. That we lost sight of what’s really important.” The thought alone invokes an array of emotions in me. “The fear of one day losing you, losing us because of him, it’s paralyzing me, Nicoli. It’s too much. And I don’t want to live with that fear constantly clawing at my throat.”

Nicoli shoots to his feet, grabbing my arms and piercing me with his gaze. “You won’t lose me, and we won’t lose each other. I’ll make sure that never happens.”

“But what if it does? Are you willing to take that risk by letting this all drag on, never ending? It can be years, Nicoli. Years before we find him.”

He shakes his head. “We’ll find him, I promise.”

“Then let’s do this.”

“No.” He takes a step back. “I’m sorry, Hummingbird. It’s too risky. If anything were to happen to you—”

“It already has!” I exclaim. “Something has already happened to me. I already got hurt in the worst possible way. Don’t you get it? What can he do to me that’s worse than he already has?”

“Kill you!”

“And you think dying is worse than what I went through?” More tears heat my cheeks as I step up to him, craning my neck to look him in the eye as I grit out, “I would rather die than go through the hell that psychopath put me through.”

Nicoli’s jaw works, his eyes hard as he takes in my words. I can see the war inside him as he struggles with what to do.

“Please,” I beg. “Help me finish this once and for all so we can move on with our lives. Together.”

We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, so many unspoken words lingering in the air, heavy and tense.

“I love you so damn much, Hummingbird.” His voice is soft and strained like it physically hurts him to say it. “If I lose you—”

“You won’t.” I rush up to him, reaching out and cupping his face. “You won’t lose me, I swear it.”

Nicoli’s eyes flicker with pain and fear but also a fierce determination. “Okay,” he murmurs. “Okay, we’ll do it your way.”

A rush of relief washes over me, and I push myself on my toes to kiss him. Our lips meet in a desperate, hungry embrace fueled by our shared desire to end this once and for all. This plan is risky, but it’s also our best chance at taking down Nunzio and living without the constant threat looming over us. As Nicoli’s tongue flicks against my lips, I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. His hands roam down my back, tracing the curves of my spine before gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands as I try to deepen the kiss, wanting him closer than close. For a moment, all the fear and the pain melt away as we’re lost in each other. I break the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, and I lean back, gasping for air. “Nicoli.”

“Yes?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Nicoli’s sapphire eyes lock on to mine, a predatory glint gleaming within their depths. I’m paralyzed by the power of his stare, unable to break away from its magnetic draw. My pulse races as he looms over me, his commanding presence threatening to devour me whole.

He slams his lips back onto mine, the taste of desire coating our tongues as we devour one another with this kiss. I’m already gasping for air as his fingers curl around the fabric of my robe, tugging it off my shoulders and exposing my naked body to his hungry eyes. He takes me in with unabashed lust, exploring and caressing every bare inch of me with his hot gaze alone. It ignites something wild inside me, the possession he displays over me simply by looking at me.

He snakes his arm around my waist and yanks me close, and the moment our bodies touch, I feel the electricity between us. It crackles with raw intensity, igniting my senses as my skin tingles where we connect. I can’t help but shudder at the sensation, and when he kisses me again, I moan into his mouth, melting against him as he cups my breasts in his large palms, teasing and pinching at the nipples until they’re hard and standing at attention for him. He breaks our kiss just long enough to press rough kisses down the column of my neck. “You do things to me, Hummingbird.”

“Good things, I hope.”

He grabs my hand and forces me to cup his cock, pressing his palm hard over mine. “I’d say it’s a lot of good things.”

The feel of his length, his engorged girth, makes my mouth water to taste him, so I drop to my knees in front of him, craning my neck, keeping my eyes locked on his. His size is overwhelming, and his sheer power constricts my lungs in longing.

He hisses his appreciation, sliding a hand behind my head. “You’re the only queen who looks fucking ravishing on her knees.”

“Only for you,” I rasp, hooking my fingers into the sides of his pants, slowly pulling them down. The second his cock springs free, I flick my tongue against his glistening head.

Nicoli sucks air through his teeth, throwing his head back while tightening his grip on my hair, forcing me to take him all the way in my mouth. He flexes and hits the back of my throat with the first thrust.

“Fuck,” he curses, and my eyes water as he keeps it there. Still. Not moving. Like he wants to savor it, and as he rolls his head to the side, his eyes closed, euphoria painted along every contour of his face, he pulls my head back, giving me a moment’s reprieve to catch my breath.

Once he opens his eyes staring down at me, he reaches to touch my cheek with his other hand, wiping at the spit that clings to the corner of my mouth. “You want to be my slut?”

My heart beats faster. “Yes.”

He drags his thumb across my lips, gazing down at me like I’m a dream to him. “I’m done trying to hide you from the world. When all this is over with Nunzio, I’m taking you to Club Myth. I’m going to show the world how exquisite you are. Everyone will see what—feel what a fucking force we are together, and no one will be able to stand against us.”

My stomach swirls with anticipation as I dart out my tongue, and he slides his finger into my mouth, then easing it out with a pop from my lips.

“And you and I, we’re going to make it our playground.” He wraps his fingers around his length, guiding it to my mouth, dragging the tip around my lips. “You want that, baby girl? Spend our days in love and our nights in sin?”

“Yes, sir.”

He inhales sharply, grabs my hair tightly, wrenches my head back, and thrusts his cock into my mouth. A guttural moan slips from his throat as I struggle to take him in, his taste bursting in my mouth, the salty-sweet flavor of his pre-cum making me desperate for more. He digs his fingers into my scalp, holding me still as he pistons into my throat while I fight against the tears stinging my eyes. With every movement, an animalistic pleasure crawls across his face, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, and I revel in his pleasure, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking so hard my cheeks hollow out, and there’s barely enough air reaching my lungs. But I don’t care. I choose his pleasure over oxygen.

He buries his hands deeper in my hair and pumps into my mouth, harder with each thrust. He grunts out his pleasure, and I fight not to gag, his cock hitting the back of my throat every time. But after a few more strokes, he pulls out of me with one last moan before letting go of me completely.

Grabbing my shoulders, he yanks me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his thick waist, his cock brushing against my slit, sending a bolt of lust shooting up my core.

His eyes darken with lust and something more primal, something I recognize as the inherent need to possess me. The same need I share for him.

He carries me across the room and slams me down on the bed, sliding his hands underneath my thighs and yanking me to the edge, prying my legs open with a strength that leaves me breathless. His eyes are wild with desire, his gaze sweeping down my body, stilling at the apex of my thighs.

I anticipate feeling his mouth on my sex, my body already primed for the pleasure of it, but instead, I feel his hands between my thighs, his fingers spreading my pussy lips open for him. I lean my head to the side so I can look down, and he’s on his knees between my legs, staring at my pussy in front of him, licking his lips. My breath hitches as I feel his gaze burn through me like fire.

“You know what I love most about your wet cunt?” He slants his head, his voice a low rumble of desire and heat. “The fact that it’s all wet and swollen just for me,” he rasps before bending his head and pressing a kiss to my clit, firm but gentle, then slowly licking down to my entrance and back up.

My back bows off the bed, my legs shaking as waves of pleasure wash over me with each flick of his tongue.

He inhales deeply. “God, I love smelling sex between your legs.”

“Nicoli,” I moan, my body craving to be filled.

“I want to make you come like this,” he rasps, his warm breath tingling against my wet flesh. “I want to taste your cum on my tongue, worship your cunt.” He slides a finger inside me, wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking it only once, causing me to quiver. “Then I’m going to desecrate it.”

“Oh, God.” I love it when he says such wicked things. Words like that are like a one-way ticket to sin between my legs.

He slides a second finger into me, his face pressed into my folds as he hungrily sucks and licks, causing my back to arch. Each stroke is like a lightning strike between my legs, his mouth devouring me with relentless fervor. I grip the bedsheets tightly, shaking uncontrollably on the brink of an explosion. It’s impossible to contain all the sensations he’s forcing into me, and it’s threatening to tear me apart. But then he slows his rhythm, purposely not allowing me over the edge.

“Your body is so fucking perfect,” he growls, wrapping his arms underneath my waist, gripping my ass firmly in his strong hands, lifting my hips off the bed, shoulders pinned on the mattress. A breath escapes my lungs when he kisses the inside of my thigh where my scar is—tracing his tongue along the marred flesh, licking like he’s trying to make it his, trying to remove the mark of pain by replacing it with his branding of pleasure.

“Tell me how much you need me, Mira,” Nicoli demands, rubbing his thumb against my clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“You know I do. I’ve always needed only you.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

“Say it again,” he orders, his touch becoming more insistent, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Please. I need you inside me.”

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Nicoli murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

“Nicoli, you better make me come, or I swear I’ll—”

Three fingers are forced into me, the sensation cutting off every thought. “Or you’ll what?”

“Please, Nicoli.”

I slip my hands into his hair, tugging him closer as I press myself to him. He eats me ravenously, tongue-fucking me like he’s starved, his lips kissing and mouth sucking like he’d die of hunger if he didn’t.

As his tongue continues to fuck me, I can’t help but let out a moan. The sensation is electric, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my body. He licks and teases me, his skillful mouth working its magic on my sensitive flesh. All thoughts of control and restraint vanish from my mind, replaced by a need so powerful that every nerve-ending screams for release.

“Nicoli,” I whimper, gripping his hair tighter, and I lift my knees, clenching my thighs from the pressure of a looming orgasm that will erupt at any moment. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he growls, flicking his tongue against my clit with a precision that sends shivers down my spine. “You want it so bad, you’re shaking.”

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop.” I’m helpless under his control, and it’s exhilarating. “Make me come.”

“So fucking gorgeous when you beg like that. You’re about to lose your mind, aren’t you?”

I nod, unable to form words as the pressure inside me reaches a fever pitch.

“Then come for me, baby girl.”

It’s like my body has been waiting for his permission, unleashing a pleasure that crashes over me like a tidal wave of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Nicoli!” I cry, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me shattered and whole all at once.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, his voice low and dangerous. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Before I can catch my breath, he’s lifting me off the bed, my thighs wet from the orgasm that’s still lingering in my bones.

Guiding me to stand in front of the floor-length mirror, he slips in behind me, his chest pressing against my back and cock hard against my ass. I’m still panting, my insides desperate for air, but when I see our reflection in the mirror, a new desire flares inside me. With disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, Nicoli and I are the epitome of passion at this moment. My nipples are hard, my pussy glistening, and my body is covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Look at you,” he commands, his voice thick with lust. “You’re an exquisite little whore, aren’t you? My beautiful, filthy wife.”

“I’m your whore.”

“Hmm,” he growls. “Say that again.”

My eyes are etched on his in our reflection. “I’m your whore, Nicoli Del Rossa.”

He groans, pressing his lips to my shoulder, easing a palm against my spine, gently urging me to bend forward at the waist, my hands bracing against the cold glass of the mirror.

“Keep your eyes on us,” he demands. “You’re going to watch me fuck you.”

My breathing is ragged and uneven, anticipation coursing through my veins with every beat of my heart. The reflection in the mirror shows my parted lips and his wild eyes, his gaze dark and predatory, and his body taut with restrained power.

He grips my hip with one hand, fingers biting into my flesh. Without warning, he slams into me, his cock filling me so completely that I almost lose my balance. I cry out, the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through my body.

“Fuck!” I gasp, gripping the mirror’s edges as I struggle to keep my footing.

“Look at yourself,” Nicoli orders, his voice dripping with authority. “See how perfect you are for me, how well you take me.”

As he thrusts into me again, I watch my own face contort with ecstasy, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight, the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume me entirely.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, his hips slamming against mine with brutal force.

“God, Nicoli,” I moan, my mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the moment. “It…it feels so fucking good.”

“It’s because you were made for me, Hummingbird. Your mind, your body, your pussy,” he grunts, his control slipping ever so slightly as passion overtakes him. “Every single part of you is irrevocably mine.”

The words echo through my head, each syllable resonating deep within my soul.

“Yours,” I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths.

His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucks me like a savage. Each powerful thrust sends spasms of pleasure throughout my body, with the rhythmic impact of his thighs slapping against my ass resounding through the room. The primal force of his thrusts has my heels lifting off the plush carpet, my legs unstable, trembling beneath me. The way he takes control, asserting his dominance over me, it all makes my heart race in this perfect chaos we make together.

“Ah, Nicoli,” I whimper, barely able to form words as my mind swims with ecstasy. “Please…harder.”

“Fuck,” he growls, snaking his arm across my back, his palm gripping my shoulder, pushing me down whenever he slams into me. I cry out as pleasure overwhelms me, and the sensations become too intense to bear. My body begins to quiver with delight as a wave of bliss crashes through my veins—it’s almost too much for me, and I’m struggling to contain it, struggling to keep my legs from giving way beneath me.

“Nicoli!” My vision blurs as my body quivers uncontrollably. “I’m… oh, God, I’m gonna come!”

“Then come for me, baby,” he snarls, his eyes locked on to mine in the mirror. “Show me how fucking good my cock makes you feel.”

That’s all it takes. His words are the catalyst that sends me spiraling over the edge. My climax crashes over me, my entire being consumed by the sheer intensity of it. As I scream his name, my nails dig into the mirror’s frame, gripping on to anything I can find for support.

“So beautiful when you come for me,” he murmurs, his voice laced with pride and ownership.

“Only for you,” I pant, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. And even as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me, I know that no matter what darkness lies ahead, we’ll face it together—bound by our love and the undeniable power we hold over one another.

My body still trembles from my release, and I watch our reflection in the mirror—Nicoli’s imposing figure pressing into me from behind, every muscle roped, skin glistening from exertion. His eyes are filled with lustful desire as he drives his cock deeper inside me, the intensity of his thrusts echoing through the room.

He’s consumed. Possessed. Completely powerless against his primal need for release.

“Fuck, Mira,” he growls, his voice strained with need. “You feel so goddamn good.”

“I need you to come for me,” I murmur. “I need to feel your release inside me.”

His hands grip my hips tighter, seemingly driven wild by my words, and I fucking love it. I love how his face darkens as lust consumes him.

“Jesus, baby. Say that again,” he demands, his breath hot on my neck.

“I need it,” I moan. “Give me your cum, Nicoli.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, his thrusts becoming more powerful and deliberate. “I’m gonna give you every last drop.” He roars, and as he slams into me one final time, I feel him stiffen, the force of his release filling me in a way that leaves no doubt of his possession. His guttural cry of pleasure fills the room, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’ve given him what he craves just as much as I do.

“Mine,” he pants, his chest heaving against my back as we both struggle to catch our breath. “My vengeful queen. I’ll make sure you get the blood you deserve,” he murmurs with a darkness laced through his words. “He will bleed out at your feet.”

The prospect of finally getting revenge, it’s exhilarating, and by God, it turns me the fuck on, sending a wave of power through my veins. I reach up, weaving my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer against my back. “Promise me something.”

“Anything,” he breathes against the nape of my neck.

“Promise that it will be me.” I turn in his embrace to face him, slipping my arms around his shoulders. “Promise me that I’ll be the one to kill him.”

His face takes on a hard edge, the sharp corners of his jawline illuminated by moonlight. He looks down at me with intense eyes and nods slowly.

“I swear it,” he says firmly before capturing my lips in an urgent kiss. It’s filled with passion and promise of vengeance that will soon be ours for the taking.