THE DEVIL I LOVE

VERONICA'S POV

The elevator bell dings as I reach the fifty-sixth floor, signaling my arrival. I step out, relieved to be away from the confined space. The hallway offers a stunning view of Manhattan. Clicking my heels, I head towards the conference room where my brother and father await. They're clearly impatient. "Veronica, finally. Did you bring it?" my brother demands, ignoring me as he turns back to my father.

I find myself sighing softly as I hand over the manila folder to Brady, my brother.

"You could've asked any one of your assistants, Brady," I remind him, trying to hide my irritation. My father, Patrick Harris, CEO of Harris Enterprises, shoots me a stern look. Brady shrugs, muttering something about confidentiality as he snatches the file from my hand. Ignoring me, he dives back into conversation with my father. Feeling dismissed, I take a seat at the enormous table, feeling their combined lack of interest in my presence.

As I sit down, they both shoot me annoyed looks. "What?" I ask, knowing the answer. They probably don't want me here. 'A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here,' my father would likely say, even though he's the one who pushed me to study and be involved in the company.

I place my bag on the table, feeling their disapproval, but I'm not sure why. After all, it was my father who pushed me to be involved in the company, not me.

Things weren't always like this. Brady used to be the slacker while I excelled. Parties, girls, disappearing acts – that was his life post-college. But on his twenty-sixth birthday, everything changed. Suddenly, he wanted in on the family business.

My father, who had groomed me for years to take over, quickly shifted his attention to Brady. All my hard work was tossed aside. Instead, Dad had other plans for me.

"Don't you have to get ready for the charity gala?" Dad raises his eyebrow, his real message clear: "Go home, get ready, and don't screw this up."

I bite my lip, holding back the retort bubbling inside. My gaze shifts between Dad and Brady, but Brady avoids eye contact, burying himself in papers. Our dynamic has shifted. Brady used to have my back, but now he's all about pleasing Dad.

In the last six months, since Brady decided he wanted what I'd worked for, our relationship crumbled. He was once my closest friend, but now? We barely talk about anything meaningful.

"Right, how could I forget?" I force a smile, shaking my head as if I'm the one losing it. Grabbing my bag, I make a swift exit, holding back the mix of anger and sadness brewing inside. I won't make a scene.

"Dad, seriously? You can't talk to her like that," I hear Brady's faint protest just before the door closes behind me. It's a relief to know he still has my back sometimes, but things have changed.

How could they not? Our lives aren't what they used to be, and there's no going back.

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Checking my reflection, I smooth out the gloss on my lips. "Is he here yet?" Annalise, tall and stunning in her red ballgown, asks about my so called boyfriend as she washes her hands.

"I don't think so. You know him, always late," I shrug, wiping off excess gloss before adjusting my emerald green gown. Paired with heels, I feel taller than my 5'2".

"Let's go find our table?" Annalise suggests, and I nod as we head out of the restroom. Through the crowded hallway, we make our way to the banquet hall, filled with people chatting and drinking.

"We should be toward the front," I say over the noise, following Annalise into the vast hall where the evening's festivities will unfold.

Walking through the room, we avoid making conversation with the mostly business crowd. I've attended this charity gala since childhood, recognizing many faces.

"This one," Annalise points to a table near the dance floor. She settles in, leaving me to find my seat. Scanning the names, I stumble into someone and almost fell down, but a strong hands grab me, preventing a total disaster. My heart races as I look up into his hazel eyes.

"Sorry," I blurt out, cheeks flushing. He smiles, and I can't help but notice his features, styled brown hair, sharp jawline. Annalise's throat clearing reminds me of where we are. I straighten up, avoiding his gaze.

"You're fine...it's fine, don't worry about it," he responds, his deep voice taking me back slightly as he lets go of me. Wow, good looking, strong, and sexy? I couldn't help but shyly smile to myself as I tucked a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear.

"Thanks...for catching me," I say with a small laugh, shaking my head as I think of what just happened, looking up at him to see that his eyes haven't left me.

He nods in acknowledgment, his gesture a silent 'you're welcome,' before straightening up. I bite my lip, noticing how impeccably he's dressed in his black suit and tie, paired with loafers. But beyond that, I can't help but admire his fit physique evident even through his clothing. He extends his hand to me.

"Nico. Nico Wright. Nice to meet you," he says with a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Without hesitation, I shake his hand, feeling its strength and unexpected softness.

"Veronica...Harris. Nice to meet you too," I reply, returning his smile. His eyebrow raises slightly at my last name.

"You're Patrick's daughter?" he asks, almost teasingly, which confuses me. Was he making fun of me? I'm taken aback, not just because he knows my father, probably quite well since they're on a first-name basis, but also because he seems to find amusement in it.

"I didn't mean it that way. He's mentioned having a daughter, I just didn't expect you to be so beautiful," he clarifies, seeing my puzzled expression. Nico smiles warmly, shaking his head a little.6

My cheeks burn, and before I can respond, an arm wraps around my waist, diverting my attention to the man who's appeared beside me. His lips brush my cheek, whispering a soft hello in my ear. When I glance back at Nico, I find him focused on the newcomer.

"Good evening. Brian Jones," the man introduces himself, pressing his fingers into my waist as he extends his hand. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to push him away.

"Nico Wright. Nice to finally meet you," Nico replies, smiling as he shakes Brian's hand. I notice Brian's grip on me loosening as he recognizes Nico, his demeanor relaxing.

"I hope my girlfriend here wasn't bothering you," Brian remarks, ignoring my scowl. Seriously? My eyes meet Nico's briefly, both of us taken aback by Brian's tone, but Nico's expression remains composed.

"Of course not. Just introducing myself," Nico responds gently. I sense his disapproval of Brian's attitude but know he won't say anything. I could handle it myself, but confronting Brian now would only lead to more trouble.

As if right on cue, the announcer steps up to the stage, asking all of us to take our seats. I quickly take mine, pulling myself out of Brian's grip. This was going to be a long night, considering I was sandwiched between Brady and Brian, with Nico sitting straight across from me, his eyes locked to mine, and Annalise seated right besides him, giving me a playing smirk.

VERONICA POV

My feet were killing me. Been in these heels for over 16 hours straight. Watching the clock tick, waiting for the coat check guy to return. It's 11:30pm, and this gala's still in full swing. Had a couple of drinks, chatted with a bunch of snooty business folks' wives and daughters, and squeezed in one dance with Brian, just as promised.

Can't wait to bail, kick off these torture devices, ditch this tight dress, and hit the shower for some relief. Been ten minutes and Mr. Coat Check's still MIA. "Back in five minutes," my foot!

Someone clears their throat behind me, snapping me out of my annoyance. I turn to see Nico, those brown eyes I kept bumping into all night. "Didn't mean to startle you," he says with a chuckle, hands in his pockets. I catch myself checking him out and quickly shift my focus back to his eyes.

"You didn't scare me, all good," I sigh, giving him a smile. Seemed like a nice guy, but then again, don't they all?

I remember our table chat about how Nico just moved from LA to NYC to run an investment company, kinda like my dad's. Actually, it's the first time I've heard Dad branching out with other companies instead of just buying them out.

"How long's it been?" Nico nods towards the sign on the desk, raising an eyebrow. I glance at it, annoyed again by how slow the coat check guy is. "Over ten minutes," I grumble, showing my disappointment. Not my usual vibe, but I've been feeling low all day, just itching to leave.

Nico purses his lips, then moved past me toward the coat check room. I just watch, curious, until he stops and looks back at me, eyebrows raised. "What's your coat look like?" he asks, a big grin on his face. Couldn't miss the sparkle in his eyes, that playful vibe telling me he's serious about heading back there.3

I hesitate, being the rule follower that I am, but decide to follow him down the rows of coats. Spotting mine, I confirm it with the number tag, 217, just like the one they gave me when I arrived. I take it off the hanger, putting the hanger back, and head back to the foyer.

Nico's there, fixing his coat, then he holds out his hand for mine. I smile, handing it over, and turn around so he can help me put it on. As he slips it over my shoulders, I notice a couple walking by, laughing. It's Brian, with some pretty blonde in a light pink dress. They're leaving together, and I just watch them go. He always did like blondes, not like I should care. We were supposed to be here together, but he went behind my back to my dad to set it up. That's just how business goes.

"Isn't that...?" Nico starts, sounding confused. I'm embarrassed now, so I quickly turn around, his hands off my shoulders. Our eyes meet, yet again tonight, and I can tell he feels bad for me.

"Yup," I reply bluntly, my 'p' popping sarcastically. I shake my head, realizing I'm being rude to him, when he's been nothing but nice all night.

"I'm sorry," I add, buttoning up my coat. It's January, freezing, and this coat won't do me any favors.2

"Why are you apologizing to me? You have every right to be upset," Nico replies, his tone more serious now. I look up at him and start laughing softly, unable to help it. This situation's a first for me. From his expression and words, I can tell he feels bad for me, as if I don't know Brian's fooling around.

Brian and I? Complicated. We go way back, used to be friends. Dad pushed me to date him, thought he was golden for the family biz. Brian played along, climbing up the ladder. At first, we dated for real, but it was doomed. He just wanted status, and I gave it to him, along with a free pass to sleep around.

Nico looks puzzled, and I shut up, surprised by my laughter too. But it keeps bubbling up, making him laugh too. "You shouldn't let him walk all over you like that," he says, getting serious fast. I freeze, not sure how to respond. No one's ever paid enough attention to see how Brian treats me, but Nico caught glimpses tonight.

"My relationship isn't your business," I snap, narrowing my eyes. Who is he to say anything about it? Only Annalise knows anything, and even she learned not to push it. I'm not in love with Brian, and he's not cheating on me. We're just in this for business, for show.

Nico's staring deep into my eyes, like he's trying to read my mind. I let him, knowing he won't get it. After a quiet moment, he finally speaks up.

"You got somewhere to be?"

"What?" I ask, caught off guard.

"You busy right now? Got plans?" he repeats, slower this time.

"Not really," I answer, still puzzled, my poor feet begging for a break.

"I'm heading back to my penthouse. Wanna come?" he asks, eyebrow raised, looking out through the glass doors.

I follow his gaze, spotting Brian still outside with the blonde, waiting for his ride. Nico's got this smirk, and I can't help but grin back. He wants to make Brian jealous. My brain's screaming at me to bail, but I want this. Want Brian to see he can't control me, that I'm not his. Nico's right; I shouldn't let Brian walk all over me when I'm the one helping him. I don't need him. He needs me.

"Okay," I agree, letting Nico wrap his arm around me, guiding me out of the building. We're just feet away from Brian and the girl, and I feel his stare as Nico opens the door to his sleek black Audi R8. I slide in, watching as Brian's face registers shock through the tinted window.

I divert my attention back to Nico, watching as he thanks the valet with a tip before getting into the driver's seat.

"He's going to kill you," I whisper, knowing that Brian would be pissed about this. He wouldn't say a word to me, considering we barely talk, but Nico would definitely hear about it.

"No, he won't," Nico says with a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, as if I'm making some ridiculous joke.

The next four words that come out of his mouth are stern, his tone completely serious. I know that he means them metaphorically, but something inside of me ignites. I feel safe with him. This stranger that I really know nothing about.

"I'll kill him first."

"You must be joking" I said to him while I laughed awkwardly but the looks in his eyes at that point made me a little nervous.

There was an awkward silence for about a minutes, then suddenly he said "why not end things with him"

NICO'S POV

"W-what?," Veronica whispered, her face inches away from my own. I towered over her petite figure, my thumb moving off of her plump lip and brushing against the soft skin of her cheek.

I have always been very blunt. People like that about me. I'm an extremely straight forward, get-to-the-point type of guy, but in this moment, I know that I may be pushing her too far.

I met her a few hours ago, but I felt like I knew her my entire life. The entire time at the table, as people tried to talk to me about my life, I watched her, and not in the creepy stalker kind of way.

She is beautiful. The moment I laid eyes on her, after she tumbled right into my arms, I knew she was different. Her eyes screamed of her innocence, her voice soft and apologetic, although all I could think about was hearing her scream my name as I took her. That's all I wanted to do right now, but I was trying to hold back. I didn't want to scare her away.

"End it. End things with him," I repeat, the pad of my thumb rubbing gently against her cheek as my hand positioned itself to cup her face, lightly tilting it up so that she was forced to look straight up and into my eyes. Her big, beautiful brown eyes was my favorite of her physical features. She had a perfect body, soft skin, gorgeous dark and long hair, but her eyes are what did it for me.

Her expression changed to that of pure shock and my eyes darted down to her plump lips that were now parted slightly, she motioned to open the car door to exit the car, then it seems she reconsidered doing that, then opened her mouth as if she were to say something, but nothing came out.

Suddenly, she's laughing as if she has just heard the most ridiculous thing in her life

"You're fucking ridiculous, you know that?" Veronica suddenly exclaims, turning back around to face me. Her tone shows that she's serious, probably thinking that I'm delirious for making such a comment.

"So I've been told," I say with a casual shrug, stuffing my hands back into my pockets.

"You act like you know everything. But you don't, you don't know anything about me," she snaps, her eyes narrowing and her voice raising the tiniest bit. She was angry, her face gave that away, plus the tone of her voice.

I couldn't help but smile a bit. She looks adorable when she was angry. A small chuckle escapes my lips before I can stop myself, and I shake my head at her.

"So you think you figured your way around me huh" I said a little bit pissed

"However I assure you that you don't know anything about me enough to tell me to end things with my boyfriend" I said

However, I'll allow you the courtesy of getting to know me but you haven't told me anything about yourself," she mutters, her voice soft and shy. I notice her fingers rub against the skin on her arm.

"What do you want to know?"1

"Everything. I want to know everything," she admits, a small smile finally appearing on her face, doing something to me internally.

"In time" I said to her much to her dissatisfaction

God, this woman would be the death of me. She was perfect. I had never met anyone like her and after this, I didn't feel like I needed anyone else.

With that we left the party and headed to my penthouse

VERONICA'S POV

The car ride was quiet, except for the rumble of the car's exhaust. I was lost in my thoughts, wondering if Brian would say anything to Brady or, worse, my dad. Here I am, twenty-two, worried my boyfriend might snitch on me to my family, when he's the one fooling around with other people.

Luckily, the ride to Nico's penthouse was short. Soon enough, I'm following him inside. The view's amazing, and I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the city lights. We're in lower Manhattan, and even though I've seen this view a thousand times, it always gets me.

I stumbled forward slightly as Nico opened the door to his penthouse suite, but he grabbed my arm to steady me as he helped me inside. A million emotions flooded through me at once. With every touch, I could feel the heat between my legs growing, and my heart pounding faster.

I found myself watching him as he closed the door behind us, flicking on the lights. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I finally caught a glimpse of him in the bright light. His light locks were perfectly styled, a few of them slightly tousled. My eyes scanned his gorgeous face, his brown eyes twinkling at me for a moment before I took in the rest of him.

From his strong jaw down to his broad chest, his muscles evident under the tight shirt he had on. It hugged him perfectly, showing off a glimpse of his toned chest with the way the first few buttons were undone. God, he's so sexy, I thought to myself, admiring his arms for the first time. He had a few tattoos on his arms, one side nearly a sleeve of them, which I noticed for the first time as he had his dress shirt rolled up to his mid-arm.

Squeezing my thighs together, I wondered how many more tattoos he had and where on his body. I didn't realize how much time had passed until my eyes flickered back to his face as he crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles flexing.

"Like what you see?," he smirked, his eyes twinkling at me as he spoke. I blushed, looking away from his face, embarrassed that he had caught me looking.

I hate to admit it, but since the first moment I met him, he made me feel some type of way. Not only did I want to drop my panties every time he looked at me, but I wanted to know more about him.

If I had another drink that night at his office, I was ashamed to say that I would have lost myself for him. I needed the alcohol for encouragement, as it pushed me out of my shy demeanor.

"Don't be so full of yourself," I retort, shaking my head as I turn around to take in the huge empty space before us. It was no doubt the largest penthouse I had seen, and the open floor plan made the space look even bigger.

"Sorry about the lack of furniture. I just closed on this place yesterday, so all I've got is a bed," he commented, nodding his head towards a door that I assumed was his bedroom.

"Can I use the restroom?" I ask as I step further into the large space, my heels clacking against the marble flooring. Not only did the taste of alcohol and throw up linger in the back of my throat, but I'm sure it didn't smell great either.

He nods, and I follow him into the huge bedroom. I notice that he has a few things in here. Mostly cardboard boxes that have been half opened, and the largest bed I've seen, covered in dark sheets and pillows. He has good taste, I note to myself as I take in the skyline of the city from his large windows.

"There's extra toothbrushes in the drawer," he comments as he opens the door to the bathroom for me. I smile at him before slipping inside and closing the door behind me.

I spend a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. Not only did I want to slap myself for throwing up right in front of him, but I could not believe the way that my body was reacting to him. I thought that in his office that night, it was only because of the lack of getting off, but I had pleasured myself more than enough in the last two weeks to know that it was him. He was making me feel this way.

I finally use the restroom and find a new toothbrush, brushing my teeth throughly. God, I hope he didn't smell my breath earlier, I'm sure it was disgusting. After running my fingers through my hair, I step back outside to find Nico in the bedroom.

I choke a little, not expecting to walk in on him half-naked, and he looks up at me. He's lost his dress shirt which shows off his muscular body, making my mouth water, and was in the middle of unbuckling his belt.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, turning around quickly to face the wall. I close my eyes as I push my thighs together again, my body betraying me.

Nico doesn't say anything, but I hear him shuffling behind me, and suddenly his large hands are on my shoulders, turning me to face him.

My eyes flutter open to find his, getting lost in them. He moves closer to me, his breath hot and the smell of mint and whiskey mixed together hitting me. My heart is pounding, the slick feeling between my legs growing. I haven't felt this way about someone in so long that I comprehend it.

"Why are you so...nervous?," Nico whispers, his lips inches from mine. My eyes shut, and my teeth jab back down onto my lower lip, unable to present him with an answer. Why was I acting like this? I've always been one to handle myself, but when I'm with him, I'm at a loss for words.

"Veronica, stop that," he growls, his thumb pulling my lower lip from under my teeth. I let out a shaky breath as I open my eyes again, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Fuck, every time you do that..." he trails off.

"What?," I whisper, genuinely confused. His body is right against my own, and I feel his fingers brush against my thigh before wrapping around it, gently sliding up toward the hem of my dress. I gulp a bit, my thighs pressed together tightly in hopes that the wetness in my panties will disappear.

"I think about your plump little lips wrapped around my cock," he mutters as he lowers his lips to my own, brushing them against mine. I shudder as his words, my mouth gaping the slightest bit.

Normally, if it was any other man, I would not have let it get this far, but I was weak for Nico. He made me feel something that I had never felt before. Maybe it was sexual frustration, maybe something more, but I didn't know. All I knew was that I wanted his hands to keep going. I longed for his touch, for him to make me feel good.

His large hand pushed the fabric of my dress upwards, until he was gripping my ass. As he gave it a tight squeeze, I let out a soft moan, my head falling back, unable to help myself.

I was wet, so wet, and I could feel myself throbbing down there, needing a release. Nico's lips press softly against the nape of my neck, before slowly moving up and down the soft skin, in search of my sweet spot. As soon as he found it, clear as day with the way I whimpered, he gently bit down before sucking at it, making his mark.

My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders, feeling weak in my knees, as if they were to give out. Nico reached behind me, his fingers rubbing against my skin to arise goosebumps before grabbing onto the thin strings of my dress and pulling, letting the tie lose.

Oh my god, I thought to myself, my eyes still closed. I can't believe this is happening right now. Continuing with his assault on my neck, I let out a gasp as I feel Nico rub me through my thin lace panties before moving them to the side, touching my wet folds with his fingers.

"Holy fuck, you're so fucking wet for me," he mumbles with a chuckle against my skin, making me tense up. I had one serious boyfriend before I got with Brian, and even then, he had not ever dared to talk to me the way that Nico was right now.

It was hot, so fucking hot. But, it also made me nervous, knowing that he probably experienced this with many others, whereas I had very little experience in the department. Sure, I had done things with guys, but nothing like this. I barely knew Nico, and I was letting him consume me.

I'm taken back as suddenly I feel a sharp pain and hear the sound of ripping as Nico yanks my underwear off of me, tossing the torn material to the floor. In those few moments, with a slightly bit of space between us, my straps fall down my shoulders, and Nico pushes them down my arms so the dress falls down and pools around my ankles.

His lips finally meet mine, and my arms slowly wrap around his neck as I step forward, my heels still strapped onto my ankles as I close the space between our bodies, meeting his every kiss.

My stomach churns, my heart fluttering when his lips finally touch mine for the very first time. They were soft and gentle, while still holding dominance and want.

Nico grabs my thighs, used lifts me up, and I abide by his silent command to wrap my legs around his waist. He steps backwards to the bed, taking a seat on the edge without pulling away from our kiss.

After a few minutes, Nico turns his body, letting me fall back on the bed. This is the first time I get a chance to look at him. He begins by unbuckling the clasps on my heels, clearly getting frustrated until he finally loosens them enough to slid them off. The hit the floor with a thud, and my mouth gapes open. Those are my favorite pair of Louboutins.

Before I can say something, I catch myself following his movements, my gaze follow his hands as they fumble with his belt, yanking it off followed by his pants, which disappear down his legs before he kicks them off.

I bite down on my lip again, unable to help myself as I admire his strong, masculine figure. Every tattoo, every muscle glistening. His black boxer briefs are tight against his hard member straining against the material. He's huge, most definitely much larger than any I've seen before.

"Veronica," he growls, his eyes darkening as he climbs back onto the bed, hovering above me. He has a knee on either side of me, and he leans down, gently tugging on my lower lip again. "What did I fucking tell you about doing that? Don't make me show you," he threatens.

I find myself letting go of my lower lip, bucking my hips up to him in response to his filthy words to me. I wanted him so bad. All I wanted right now was for him to touch me and to show me his ways.

A small smirk appears on his lips, and he slowly meets my lips with his again, before slowly moving his lips down my face, neck, followed by my chest and bare stomach.

"Take this off," he mutters, reaching behind me and unclasping my strapless bra and pulling it out from under me, tossing it onto the floor behind him.

I watched as he gently pulled my legs apart, exposing me to him completely. I lean up on my elbows, keeping eye contact with him as he touches me, gliding his fingers up and down my wetness.

My hands grasp the bedsheets as I let out a loud moan, my legs spreading wide as his thumb rubs against my clit. My back arches off of the bed as his finger slid into me, in and then out again, and is quickly joined by a second.

"Tell me what you want," he commands, and I find his dark eyes with my own. He's focused on me, his tongue running against his lips to moisten them before he bites down on his lower lip.

"Veronica, tell me or I will stop," he threatens.

"You, I want you," I gasp, feeling my walls clenching around his fingers. He knows I'm close, and he slows down, making me cry out for him.

"Want me to what?" Nico teases.

I gasp, feeling his thumb press down on my clit and his fingers stopping. I needed my release, the knot in my stomach was tight, and I needed it now.

"You. I want you, now. Please" I beg, shocked by my own words. Here I was, pleading him to take me.

My thoughts disappear as his touch leaves my body, standing up to yank his boxers off. My heart thuds as I see his cock spring free. I gulp silently, my eyes shutting at the though of his large member inside of me.

I heard him shuffling around for a minute, the sound of the crinkling of a wrapper earning my attention. When I finally look again, I see him glide the condom on before returning to his place on top of me.

I'm throbbing for him. Nico groans softly as he rubs his tip against my wet folds a few times, before positioning himself at my entrance. He looks down up at me, and I nod, reassuring him that this is what I want.

As soon as he enters me, I whimper, my hands flying up and grabbing onto his shoulders, my nails pressing down on his bare skin. A wave of pain flashes through my body as it stretches to meet his large girth and length.

Thankfully, Nico notices me tense under him, and he pauses, giving me time to adjust. His fingers brush the few hairs that have fallen into my face to the side, gazing into my eyes. He pecks my lips softly a few times.

Once I relax, he gently pulls out, not completely, but enough to push back into me. I'm holding my breath, but after a few times of him repeating the same movement, I let out shaky breaths, beginning to feel the pleasure of him inside of me.

As he begins to pump in and out of me, I wrap my legs around his waist, gently tugging the thin gold chain around his neck to pull him closer to me. Nico pushes himself in further, and I begin to moan at his thrusts, getting close to my high once again.

"Oh fuck, Nico," I cry from underneath him, one hand cupped around his bicep as the other holds onto his chain. I'm so close, nearly trembling underneath him.

The room is filled with the sound of our moans, heavy breaths, and the occasional noise from the bed adjusting beneath us.

"You're so tight baby," he lets out, his own breath heavy and uneven. He's pounding in and out of me, so hard that I'm shaking, my breath getting lost as he slams in and out. I can tell he's getting close to his own high, as he begins to get sloppy with his movements.

"Come for me," he mutters, pushing me over the edge. I let out a loud moan before my orgasm rushes through my body, my toes tingling as I lose control of myself under him.

As my legs tremble, he continues to thrust his dick into me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm as he searches for his own release.

"Fuck...fuck, I'm coming," he groans, kissing me more passionately than ever before as he slams into me a few more times before finally coming undone. I feel his hot semen fill the condom inside of me, leaning his forehead against my chest as he tries to compose himself.

We lay there for a few moments, his head nuzzled against my breasts, and my fingers playing with the soft hairs at the back of his head. Once both of have had time to collect ourselves, he finally lifts his head up, pulling out of me slowly, and pushing the tousled locks of brown hair off of his moist forehead.

Nico smiles at me, his eyes gazing over my body before resting on my eyes. I hold in my breath as he comes down to kiss me gently, to which I return the soft kiss.

"So beautiful," he mumbles as he pulls away, getting off of me and padding away into the bathroom. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts begin to cloud my mind again.