Page 26 of Madness & Mercy (Deadly Sins #1)

My pulse spikes. I look down and… fuck. He’s right. I’m hard again. And the way he’s looking at me right now, like he wants to eat me alive, tear me open and ruin me all over again? It’s too much. I can’t think.

This is bad. Really bad. I know I’m losing control, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching across and slamming the button that reclines his seat. The second it starts sliding back, I climb over the console and straddle him.

His brow arches in surprise, but his smirk doesn’t fade. “You’re jumping me now?”

I’m already yanking off my shirt, tossing it aside as I lean down and unzip his pants.

“Take off your shirt,” I growl.

He hums. “Giving me orders now, piccolino? How adorable.”

I glare at him, heart pounding, fingers already on his waistband. “Shut the fuck up and do it.”

He laughs, just before peeling his shirt off with one smooth motion, revealing that snake tattoo again—gold ink gleaming against scarred skin. I suck in a breath. He looks like sin, and I want every inch of him.

I brace one hand on the headrest and the other on his chest, trying to breathe through the burn as I lower myself onto his cock.

It’s too much.

It’s too damn big.

“Shit—” I hiss, teeth clenched. My thighs shake. My pulse won’t slow down. Every inch I take feels like I’m going to snap in half, but it’s a good kind of ache. A dizzying stretch that drags a groan from deep in my throat.

Nico laughs low and wicked. “That’s not going to work, piccolino.”

“Just shut up already,” I snap.

“Check the glove box,” he says casually.

I reach behind me, flipping it open, and sure enough, a bottle of lube and a fresh roll of condoms tumble out.

“You crazy fucker,” I mutter.

He shrugs, grinning. “I like to be prepared.”

I grab the lube, slick my fingers, and reach down. He watches me, his eyes hungry, the muscle in his jaw twitching as I slide one finger in.

“Cute,” he murmurs, “but you’re gonna need more than that if you’re gonna take my cock.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“You sure about that?”

I glare at him, but the moment he reaches down and wraps his hand over mine, I lose control. He guides me slowly, showing me how to open myself up more, how to breathe through it, and fuck, it feels good. My back arches, a moan escaping before I can catch it.

By the time I’ve got three fingers in, I’m shaking.

I pull my fingers out and straddle him, positioning myself over the head of his cock.

And I try.

I try to take it in slow.

But I’m too impatient. Too dizzy with lust to care about going easy.

Nico’s hand clamps down on my waist. “Here. Let me help you.”

And then he slams up into me—hard. All the way. A strangled sound tears from my throat as my head falls back, the stretch knocking the air from my lungs.

“Fuck—fuck—”

My whole body clenches around him, burning, full, overwhelmed. I grab onto his shoulders, nails raking across his skin as I try to catch my breath.

He’s so deep. So fucking deep, and I love it. I hate how much I love it.

His mouth brushes my ear. “There you go, cucciolo. Take it.”

I bite down on my lip, hips starting to move on instinct. Slowly at first, until the ache fades into something sharper. Until I’m bouncing in his lap like I’m possessed, chasing my own release.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Nico groans, bucking up into me. “Look at you. So fucking desperate. Riding me like your life depends on it.”

“Shut up—” I gasp, but it’s useless. He’s inside me. He knows what he’s doing to me.

My body betrays me again, a moan slipping free as I ride him harder, my hands gripping his chest for balance. I can barely think. Barely breathe. Every thrust makes me feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.

My cock’s leaking between us, untouched, and still I’m trembling like I’m on the edge.

“You gonna come for me, Julian?”

“Don’t—fucking—talk—” I groan between thrusts, slamming down on him harder, needing to come, needing him deeper, needing—

“Not yet,” Nico growls, grabbing my ass and holding me in place as he thrusts up into me, brutal and perfect and so deep I swear I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.

I cry out, my nails dragging down his chest, the heat in my core reaching a fever-pitch.

And when I finally come, it’s explosive—hot, messy, all over his stomach and mine, a broken curse tumbling from my lips.

He doesn’t stop until he’s finished, his groan low and dark as he spills into the condom, his hands bruising my hips.

When it’s over, I collapse onto him, both of us sweaty and wrecked, chests rising and falling in sync.

“You’re not gonna pass out on me again, are you?” Nico says, half-smirking as he zips up. “Want me to drive?”

I just nod. I’m too exhausted to even snap back. Muscles aching, legs shaking, I feel used—in the best fucking way—but I’ve got nothing left in the tank.

Using what little energy I have left, I pull on my clothes and step out of the car. Nico takes the chance to throw on his shirt and slide into the driver’s seat. I open the passenger door, slip back inside, and the engine roars to life.

“Get some sleep,” he mutters, keeping his eyes on the road. “You’ll need it.”

I lean back, my eyes barely staying open, watching him as the streetlights blur past his face in sharp flashes. He’s all hard edges and sharp focus now. I think that’s what makes me feel safe. Which is probably the most fucked-up part of all this.

And for a minute, everything in my head goes quiet.

It’s peaceful… but I know it won’t last.

Because when I wake up, we’re putting that bastard in the ground.

And this time, I’m not watching from the sidelines.