Page 114 of Madness & Mercy

“And what’s that?”

He leans in just enough that I feel his breath at my neck. “You’rescared.”

I huff out a laugh. “Of what?You?”

“Of what happens when you stop pretending.”

I clench my jaw and focus on the white lines flashing past, refusing to look at him. My fingers tighten around the wheel, knuckles whitening.

But he’s not done.

“You’re wound sotight, piccolino,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement. “Driving this perfect little line. Hands at ten and two. Right at the speed limit.”

I grit my teeth. “You’re not exactly helping me concentrate.”

“Exactly,” he murmurs.“That’s the fun part.”

His hand drops to my thigh, and my entire body tenses. Heat punches through me.

“Don’t,”I say, but my voice cracks.

“You’re hard,”he purrs, palming me through my pants. “Youlikebeing teased, don’t you? Driving all neat and proper while I ruin you right here on the highway.”

“What the hell are you—”

Before I can finish, he’s already unzipping me.

“Nico—wait—”

“Eyes on the road,” he murmurs, hot breath ghosting my skin as his mouth moves lower. “Unless you want to crash us.”

I bite down on a curse, hands white-knuckling the wheel as he unzips me fully. My cock springs free, rock hard as his hand wraps around it. Then I feel his tongue.Fuck.

I jerk slightly, tires veering just a touch before I steady us again.

“JesusChrist—”

“Oh, you’re praying now?” he says, laughing darkly against me. “That’s cute.”

His mouth closes around me fully and my whole body catches fire. I swear, I forget where I am for a second. The speedometer climbs, creeping past 65, 70…

“You’d better keep us on the road,piccolino,” he growls between licks. “Or I’ll stop.”

I shake my head, panting, my hips already twitching.

“Don’t you fuckingdare.”

“Beg me,” he says, dragging his tongue along my length just enough to make my foot slam harder on the gas.

85…90…

The Maserati surges forward.

“I saidbeg.”

“I—fuck—Ineedit,” I hiss.“Pleasedon’t stop.”

“There he is,” Nico whispers. “There’s my good boy.”