Page 36 of Desperate Crimes (Mergers & Acquisitions #6)

He pauses. Raises his head just enough to growl, “Easy. You hurt yourself and I stop, understand?”

I nod. Shaking. Eyes wet. Lips trembling.

Because I do understand.

I understand that this man— my husband, my captor, my dark prince —lives to bring me to the edge.

And I don’t want him to stop.

Not now.

Not ever.

His mouth is everything.

Hot. Wet. Devouring.

His tongue works me like a man starved, like I’m the only sustenance he’ll ever take again.

Each flick, each stroke, each sinful suck pulls a desperate cry from my throat.

I am helpless under him, strung tight, bound to the bed, and unraveling thread by trembling thread.

“Look at you,” Nico rasps against me. “Tasting like sin. So sweet for me.”

I moan, hips straining for more.

He flattens his tongue and drags it slowly through my folds, his growl reverberating through my core. The vibration alone makes me cry out.

“That’s it, Princess. Let me hear it. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”

My whole body clenches at the crude words—at the reverence beneath them.

No one’s ever spoken to me like this. No one’s ever worshipped me like this.

“I want you to come on my mouth,” he commands, voice thick with hunger. “Mark me with it. Let me taste what only I get to have.”

I break.

Pleasure crashes into me like a black tide, swallowing me whole. My back arches, muscles tightening, a scream caught somewhere between his name and the stars.

Nico moans like I’m giving him oxygen, like I’m salvation.

He licks me through the shudders, through the aftershocks, until I’m begging— whimpering —too sensitive to take more.

When he finally pulls away, he kisses the inside of my thigh like he’s sealing a prayer.

Then he stands.

I watch, dazed, as he unbuttons his shirt, each flick of his fingers revealing more golden skin, more ink, more muscle built to destroy.

His slacks drop.

The rest follows.

He’s magnificent. Towering. Fierce.

His cock is hard and heavy, flushed dark with need.

And it’s all for me.

He reaches for a small box I didn’t notice, sitting on the side of the bed. A jeweler’s box. My eyes open.

“They had to resize it, so it wasn’t ready when I got yours.”

He lifts a band identical to mine, gold and platinum and perfect.

He slides it on.

Nico stands there naked. Unashamed. Devastating.

His face wet with my pleasure.

His cock thick and proud.

Fuck. I love him.

I love him so much it hurts.

“This here is a symbol of my vow to you, Princess. Just like this,” he says, tapping a finger to the snake and rose tattoo on his chest.

I blink.

Is that new?

Still red around the edges, I note a new addition to the ink. Just on the other side of the rose is a black wolf, and the viper’s body has been elongated to encircle both.

“W-when?”

“Finished it this morning.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you get it? I got this for you, Princess. All for you.”

“Nico,” I say his name like a prayer.

Like he’s the answer to all my deepest, darkest dreams. Because he is.

He climbs onto the bed, gripping my thighs and yanking me down until my hips are at the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide.

The burn in my arms is there.

Not hurting me, but there.

And me? I love it. Love the burn, how it tethers me to reality. Love it when he's in control.

“You’re mine, Leanna. My wife. My Persephone. You’re not walking into any other underworld but mine.”

He slides the swollen head of his thick cock across my lips, teasing my entrance with a groan.

Then he pushes in, slow and devastating.

My breath catches.

The stretch burns in the most perfect way.

My wrists pull against the soft leather as my back arches again, helpless to the pleasure he builds with every inch.

“So tight,” he growls, teeth gritted. “Like this body was made just for me. Made to be ruined by me. Again. And again.”

“Nico—”

He drives in deeper, burying himself to the hilt.

“You feel that?” he whispers at my ear, voice like ash and fire.

“That’s me claiming every inch of you. Doesn’t matter where we are, how far apart. This here is our bed, ours. This is our castle. Together, we build our empire, and while I’m securing our crowns, this is where you’ll be. Tell me,” he demands.

“Nico! Please,” I beg.

“You’re mine, Princess. Say it first.”

His eyes glitter at me, nostrils flared, and I can see the tick in his jaw as he wrestles for control.

“I’m yours. I’ll be right here. Please, Nico,” I murmur, needing him to move more than I need my next breath.

He begins to move.

Thank fuck .

Slow at first. Measured. Possessive.

His electric blue gaze stays locked on mine like he needs to see everything— every moan, every broken whisper, every part of me coming apart beneath him.

“You don’t get to doubt this,” he breathes against my mouth. “Not when I’m inside you. Not when I’m showing you exactly who you belong to.”

And as he begins to thrust harder, deeper, my bound hands straining above me and his body anchoring mine to the world, I know one thing with absolute certainty.

I’m already lost.

And I never want to be found.

“So fucking perfect. Gonna fill you with my cum, Princess. Watch it drip down your thighs,” he growls.

He groans, tosses his head back, moving his body with urgency now.

I squeeze my legs tighter around his hips, wishing my hands were free so I can touch him.

“Fuck. That’s it. That is fucking it.”

His cock seems to get bigger inside me. Harder.

And when he moves, he hits something I never even knew existed.

And just like that, I’m gone.

I come. Hard.

So hard. I think I pass out.

And when I wake the next morning?

He’s gone.

No note.

No trace.

Only the faint scent of his cologne on the pillow beside mine.

And the empty space in my chest that feels a lot like heartbreak.